457 Two masters
Wang Baiqiang could not argue this time.
More than thirty people died in the city hospital, and hundreds of people were injured. Moreover, the hospital was full of holes!
This kind of case cannot be covered up even if you want! Things are too big!
There are too many casualties, and local officials will be affected!
A shocking case swept through City A.
"The Hundreds went too far this time."
Sun Jialiang was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, sitting on the sofa in the villa, holding a pipe in his mouth and holding a copy of today's newspaper in his hand.
Sun Jialiang also came from the market in his early years, but it is different now. After he gained money and power, he slowly cleared his identity. Now he is a major shareholder of a listed company, and several of his shareholders are important government officials.
As long as he can make these shareholders get money, he can get a good career in exchange. Sun Jialiang is now a well-known large taxpayer in City A, an advanced entrepreneur, and a representative of the regional people's congress.
Soon, he could become a politician, all he needed was time and a chance.
I came back here because I wanted to tell Wang Baiqiang everything about the Yellow Cloth Group. Because starting from tomorrow, Sun Jialiang will completely sever ties with the Yellow Team. But he can't let go of the yellow group. After all, this is a very convenient method for him.
He just needs to control his nephew. In this case, his identity will be clean and he can have his own influence in the underworld.
The Yellow Team, this is the key!
But I didn't expect that when I came back, everything seemed to be different.
The yellow-clad group is out of control.
No, it can no longer be described as out of control! The Yellow Team has been completely destroyed!
Even Bai Qiang was imprisoned, and no matter how capable he was, he couldn't help him. He also had to sit through the bottom of the cell this time!
"Who did it?"
Sun Jialiang asked while reading the newspaper.
"have no idea… "
The boy with a broken leg was sitting in a wheelchair, with horror on his face, "Those four people... They, they are so powerful... We have more than two hundred good swordsmen in yellow clothes... We are no match for the four of them... "
"These four people advance and retreat in a measured and orderly manner. They should be well prepared."
Sun Jialiang looked at the major cases reported in the newspaper and said slowly, "As long as we find out who wants to deal with us and eliminate them, we can naturally see the true faces of these four people."
"Mr. Sun... there are too many people who want to deal with us..."
The younger brother hurriedly said, "If nothing else, even the Red Dragon Society and the Pioneer Army can't stand up to us now."
"These two gangs... everyone will fight sooner or later."
Sun Jialiang is indeed a person who does big things and has a very clear mind, "But they won't do it like this. In this way, everyone in City A will be in danger, and the public security will increase their punishment, which will not benefit anyone. And even hundreds of The strong are involved, which goes against the purpose of the three families. Although Liu Yatou and Yang Ruining are more ambitious, they don't dare to do this. "
"Then I really don't know who it is..."
"Have the Yellow Corps had any enemies recently?"
Sun Jialiang asked.
"There is no one left..."
I can't figure out who they provoked. The Yellow Clothes Group must have conflicts with other forces in many places.
"Lately, the closer the better."
There was a gentle force in Sun Jialiang's voice, "Who did the Yellow Team have a conflict with?"
"I had some conflicts with a popular person of Miss Liu Xinnan."
The younger brother said honestly, "Although the opponent is only a high school student, he seems to be quite capable of fighting. Miss Liu particularly admires him."
"High school student?"
Sun Jialiang tapped his pipe lightly, "For this high school student, what conflicts are there between the Yellow Team and him?"
"Our yellow-clad group..."
"It's your yellow-clad group."
Sun Jialiang reminded, "Don't call me wrong next time."
"Yes, Mr. Sun..."
The younger brother quickly changed his mind, "The scalper in our yellow group who was in the city hospital at that time was beaten by him. He also robbed the market in the old city... But apart from us, Mr. Sam from the United States treated him He is also somewhat interested and asked us for some information about him... "
"I see."
Sun Jialiang nodded, "Let's find some time. I want to talk to this high school student."
"ah?"
The younger brother was a little surprised. Who is Mr. Sun? He actually condescended to talk to a high school student
"Go ahead and help me arrange this."
"I know, I know..."
The younger brother nodded and had no choice but to do it for Mr. Sun.
At the same time, Murong Ying also followed the ancient Luma Road and finally arrived at Wudang Mountain.
It’s not yet the fifteenth day, but it’s still the New Year. Even in the ancient Wudang Mountain, there are still red lanterns hanging, which is quite festive.
There is still light snow falling on Wudang Mountain. The white snow and red lights reflect each other, adding a mysterious feeling.
Murong Ying followed the Wudang disciple along the path at the back of the mountain, all the way to the main hall of the Wudang sect.
The largest building in Wudang Mountain is the Zhenwu Hall, where pilgrims flourish. Naturally, Murong Ying would not go to the Zhenwu Palace, but followed the young Wudang disciple to the front of a small courtyard.
There was a huge stone chessboard in the yard, and two people were sitting facing each other, seemingly playing a game.
Hongfang is an old Taoist wearing a pale white plain robe. He is dressed in an immortal style, as if an immortal descended from the mortal world. The old Taoist sat there cross-legged, holding the fly whisk in one hand and pointing at the chessboard with the other hand, as if thinking about the next move.
Black is an old monk with a bald head and white eyebrows. This old monk has a pair of longevity eyebrows, which hang from the corners of his eyes to his shoulders. They are enviably long.
The two of them sat on both sides of the chessboard, and with just a wave of their hands, they used their respective internal powers to move the chess pieces to play chess.
That stone chess piece is as big as a millstone. But in the hands of the two masters, it flew through the air and moved freely.
The two of them went back and forth, fighting invisibly.
What they compete for is not only their chess skills, but also their own internal strength.
Xiaoxue met the two of them and fell aside without getting involved.
The young disciple took Murong Ying with him and was about to go over to report, but was stopped by Murong Ying.
There was no reason for her to disturb two masters playing chess.
This old Taoist is the head of Wudang Mountain, Taoist Master Wu Jizi. The person opposite him is the abbot of Shaolin, Master Yuxu.
Both of them are sages in the martial arts world, and their kung fu skills are at the pinnacle. However, five years ago, both of them were defeated by Murong Ying's sword. But the two of them didn't feel anything was wrong. Instead, they treated Murong Ying as their old friend.
"Will!"
Master Yuxu suddenly made a move, blocking all of Wu Jizi's escape routes.
"In this round, I won!"
Master Yuxu seemed a little proud.