Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Xinzheng is very lively at night.

When the king of this city cannot effectively grasp the power in his hands, his ministers will come up with various small ideas and put them into practice. The big ones are like the night forces run by the general's palace. The small ones are like gangsters supported by rich and powerful families.

Therefore, there are many so-called underworld forces in Xinzheng. Just in the urban area where Zilanxuan is located, there are three underworld forces, large and small, and under them there are more than a dozen gangsters who cannot be called underworld forces. What Yang Ming has to do is to capture all three underworld forces. After all, what he has to do requires him to show his fangs appropriately, so as to reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, Zilanxuan also needs new sources of information, and in Xinzheng, the most well-informed person will always be this shady force. After all, in the original plot, even Wei Zhuang has to get information from Qijuetang.

Yang Ming's figure moved quickly under the night. In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared from one tall building to another.

In less than a moment, Yang Ming came to a street. Here, there is the largest martial arts gym in the city where Zilanxuan is located. Of course, the martial arts gym is only its business on the surface. Behind it, it is the nearby city. The largest underworld force in the world, after all, people who practice martial arts always spend a lot of money.

Moreover, in South Korea, a country where the military is not prosperous, it is difficult for those who practice martial arts to stand out in the military. After putting aside seeking an opportunity in the military, they, ordinary martial arts practitioners, can choose There are not many opportunities for them. They are not qualified to enter and leave high-ranking families. Opening a martial arts gym and practicing underworld is a good choice for them.

The martial arts hall was still brightly lit at night, but the sound inside was a bit unpleasant. It was such a boring nightlife.

Yang Ming jumped off the roof, waved his hand lightly, and the far door opened automatically, and Yang Ming immediately walked in majestically.

"Who is it?" A group of warriors, who were drinking wine and drinking wine, stood up suddenly and looked at Yang Ming with evil eyes.

In this late night, someone who comes uninvited is an enemy rather than a friend.

But in the next moment, the warriors all opened their eyes wide. In front of them, the person had disappeared.

"Master, be careful." A fearful voice sounded. The master, who had been sitting peacefully like a mountain, felt his eyes go dark, and then a series of passes passed by, and all his strength poured out in an instant. Within an instant, he actually felt An unprecedented feeling of weakness.

"You, you?" The owner was about to raise his hand, but found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand at this time. He didn't realize until a trace of warm liquid dripped on the bridge of his nose. what happened.

A pain that went straight to his brain made him look ferocious, but his last trace of reason made him fall into the abyss. He understood what the drill just now was about.

It's a sword.

"Give way." Yang Ming said.

After hearing the words, the owner of the museum quickly got up, but his body was really out of control. Under Yang Ming's indifferent gaze, he was frightened to the extreme. In his eagerness, he simply rolled to his side, using the most embarrassing and most effective method. posture.

Yang Ming kicked the seat away, looked at the seven or eight people who could not move, and said, "This place belongs to me from now on. Which of you is in favor and who is against?"

"Who are you, Your Excellency?" one of them asked solemnly.

"Don't know what you shouldn't know. Knowing too much will kill you." Yang Ming said, between the opening and closing of his lips and teeth, there was an extremely cold feeling in the place where the lights were shining.

"Your Excellency hurt our host when you first came, and now you want to be our master. It's a bit too domineering." The man said. Compared with the other man who was scared and pale, this one seemed to have a lot of backbone.

"Overbearing, I forgot what overbearing is, thank you for reminding me." Yang Ming smiled.

After hearing Yang Ming's words, everyone couldn't help but feel a little relieved, as if they were not so cold-blooded.

But in the next moment, they relaxed completely. A sword light swept across, six streaks of blood appeared, and in a burst of popping sounds, there were already corpses on the ground.

"This is true domineering. After giving you some courtesy, do you really feel that you can talk to me on an equal footing?" Yang Ming looked at the museum owner on the side.

"My lord, you are right, you are right." The owner nodded repeatedly, but the pain between his eyebrows was too much, and his originally flattering smile turned ferocious.

At this moment, a figure rushed in from the outside with a sharp blade in hand, looking murderous.

"Is this someone from your martial arts school?" Yang Ming asked.

"Is it you?" The master of the martial arts hall looked at the visitor with a look of surprise.

Just when Yang Ming was slightly surprised, the man who was still full of murderous intent actually leaned over and knelt down. His swiftness was unexpected.

"Thank you knight for helping me avenge this great revenge." The kneeling man said.

"You are quite smart. Tell me, what revenge did I get for you?" Yang Ming smiled and offered a favor. It seemed like he was owed a favor, but in fact it was something else.

"These people secretly robbed and bought and sold girls from good families. My sister was kidnapped by them and sold to no one knows where." The man said.

"Is it you?" The owner of the museum also reacted at this time. Obviously, this was not the first time he had dealt with the person in front of him.

"The sky has eyes, retribution is not good, you will have today too." The man sneered, his expression full of pleasure.

"Your sister is alive and well now. It was Master Jade Tiger who took her away. Your sister is enjoying the glory and wealth with Jade Tiger, which is many times better than before. How can this be regarded as hatred?" the owner said quickly.

"Emerald Tiger? Are you from the Emerald Tiger?" Yang Ming looked at the museum owner and asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, I am Lord Emerald Tiger's man. If you kill me, it will cause a lot of trouble. You must think about it carefully, because it is really unreasonable for a little person like me to offend Lord Emerald Tiger. It’s not cost-effective, it’s not cost-effective.” The owner said repeatedly, as if he was grasping his last life-saving straw.

"The appearance of the Jade Tiger is really ugly, and I have been in contact with a lot of women recently. It is the time when I hate people who buy and sell women the most. So, I can only count you as unlucky. Don't you want to take revenge?" Yang Ming looked at the man just now as he spoke.

"Now I will give you a chance to take revenge with your own hands. Pick up your sword and kill him." Yang Mingdao.

"Thank you."

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me." The owner said in horror.

"It's not me who wants to kill you, it's him who wants to kill you." Yang Ming said.

In the face of the murderous enemy, the owner's fear failed to unleash stronger power, and instead he died under the enemy's sword.

"Thank you so much, knight, Xin Li, this life will be yours from now on." Xin Li, who killed the master of the hall with a sword, said to Yang Ming.

"Xin Li? That's a good name." Yang Ming looked at Xin Li. His martial arts was barely third-rate. However, when he appeared, he was able to risk his life and seize the fleeting opportunity. This kind of mentality Not bad.

"I'll leave this to you. If you can take back this martial arts hall, you can join me." Yang Ming said.

"Yes, Master." Xin Li responded quickly.

"Don't call me master as a man. It's better to call me gang leader." Yang Ming said.

"Yes, Gang Leader."

This seems like a good subordinate.

After Yang Ming left the military attaché, he headed towards another target.

However, this time, it seems that someone got there first. In the courtyard at night, there were two parties fighting together. Although one party had a large number of people, with the closer cooperation of the other party, they were defeated. The killings can be described as helter-skelter, and from time to time someone was struck and fell down.

"Qi Juetang, you have stretched your hand too far. This is no longer your territory." A sword-wielding leader who was surrounded by several people roared angrily, but could not hide his decline.

"We are all in the underworld, do you really take the official rules as true? Are you looking down on us who are in the underworld?" Facing the knife-wielding leader, Tang Qi, the leader of Qi Jue Tang, sneered.

People in the underworld don't remember the rules when they bully the weak. When they are weak and face danger, they talk about rules and morality. There is nothing so cheap in the world.

"Tang Qi, don't go too far. Do you really want to kill them all?" the knife-wielding leader said.

"If you are given a chance, you must be thinking that I will kill them all. Tell me, surrender or fight." Tang Qi sneered.

This is the rule of the underworld. There is no such thing as truth. The underworld talks about the bottom line, never the truth. People who are full of truth are all in the court.

The sword-wielding leader glanced at the battle situation with an embarrassed expression, knowing that he could not win, especially because it was rumored that Qi Juetang's rapid rise was due to the emergence of a great person behind him. Now, before that person makes a move, they are blocking him. I can’t stand it any longer, so what’s the point of struggling?

"I vote..." the knife-wielding leader said with difficulty.

"Wait, it's all surrender anyway, how about surrendering to me?" Yang Ming said, standing on the wall of the courtyard.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?" Tang Qi looked at Yang Ming suddenly, with a look of horror on his face. He actually didn't notice when the person appeared from the beginning to the end.

"Qijuetang Tang Qi is a very interesting person, but since you are following Wei Zhuang, you might as well forget it." Yang Ming looked at Tang Qi and said.

"Let's talk about it and give you face. I will accept this piece of land." Yang Ming looked at the people in the field and said.

"Face is earned with the sword in your hand, not given by others." In the darkness, a cold voice sounded.

"Shark teeth?" Yang Ming looked into the darkness and said, who else could that domineering sword energy that was about to tear through the darkness be but Wei Zhuang, the descendant of Hengjian under the Guigu sect?