Chapter 47

"Clang!"

A resounding metallic sound echoed as a flying knife knocked away Su Xin's sword, allowing the man to escape a dire situation.

The man's face, which had previously been filled with disdain, was now brimming with terror.

He had never seen such a fast sword in his life!

"Hack, hack."

The door of the black house had been pushed open at some point, and a slightly hunched figure emerged.

This man looked to be only in his forties, but his temples were already full of white hair, making him appear quite aged.

Despite his aged appearance, his face was extremely fierce, especially his left eye, which seemed to have been gouged out, leaving a hollow that looked extremely sinister.

"Is this the leader of the Flying Eagle Gang, Su Xin? Your subordinates don't know the rules, but you, a great leader, wouldn't take a petty thief seriously, right?" Old Wolf said in a hoarse voice.

Su Xin sneered, "Pretending to be ignorant? Old Wolf, don't tell me you didn't know I was coming. Your subordinates don't know the rules, but do you?"

Old Wolf's face turned cold. He hadn't expected this young leader to be so disrespectful, cornering him with just a few words.

"Leader Su, let's be straightforward. You can be the leader of Yongle Fang, and I'll manage Heishui Street. You don't care about this place anyway, so let's keep to our own territories, what do you say?"

"Keep to our own territories? That's fine. A few days ago, the son of the Prefect lost his money bag. Was it you? Hand over the money bag and the warm jade inside, and we'll keep to our own territories."

Old Wolf's face changed. He thought Su Xin was like Dai Chong and Chen Dao before, who wanted to challenge him, but he didn't expect Su Xin to come for this.

If it were any other matter, Old Wolf wouldn't mind giving Su Xin some face, just to buy himself some peace. But this matter was different.

He looked deeply at Su Xin and said in a deep voice, "Leader Su, it's not that I don't want to give you face, but I really can't do this. Each profession has its own rules. We took the items, but we can't hand them over. If someone loses something today and comes to me, and you lose something tomorrow and come to me, how will my subordinates eat? This precedent cannot be set. Even if the Prefect himself comes to ask, I won't give it to him."

Su Xin shook his head, "Old Wolf, have you ever heard the saying 'giving face but not taking it'?"

"Su Xin! What do you mean by that?"

Old Wolf's single eye showed anger. Although he was now a cripple, he wasn't someone to be easily insulted!

"What do I mean? I call you Old Wolf to give you face, but if I don't, you're just a sick dog! Leading a bunch of petty thieves to do small-time theft and then talking about rules? It's a joke!"

"Su Xin! You're too much!"

A fierce look flashed in Old Wolf's eyes as he pulled out four flying knives from his chest and hurled them at Su Xin!

He originally didn't want to fight Su Xin. For people in gangs, he didn't plan to provoke them, as they were backed by a gang.

When Dai Chong and Chen Lao came to trouble him, they didn't actually fight. He just showed his strength, and they naturally backed off.

A fight without benefits, whether for Dai Chong or Chen Lao, was something they wouldn't do.

Old Wolf also took this opportunity to exaggerate the situation, making people believe that Dai Chong and Chen Lao had been humiliated by him, which enhanced his reputation.

Afterward, although Dai Chong and Chen Lao knew about this, they just thought Old Wolf was unscrupulous. They also didn't have the confidence to defeat him and were too embarrassed to ask for help from their gang, so they never came to trouble him.

But now, facing the aggressive Su Xin, he couldn't bear it anymore. He might as well kill Su Xin and go to another market to make a living.

The four flying knives were easily dodged by Su Xin, and Old Wolf's hunched figure suddenly pounced forward, moving like a fierce tiger, with a shocking aura.

Old Wolf's hands were like claws, with sharp nails that gleamed like blades, and a cold aura wrapped around his claws.

This martial art was derived from the Dragon Claw Hand, one of the seventy-two unique techniques of Shaolin, with a noble origin.

This martial art was said to have been obtained by a heretical expert who killed a Shaolin monk and got a partial scroll, then combined it with his own techniques.

Although it wasn't as powerful as the Dragon Claw Hand, it was more sinister and ruthless. In his prime, Old Wolf could even tear a person in half with this claw.

Su Xin stood still, his face expressionless.

If it were the prime Old Wolf, Su Xin would have to retreat.

But now, Old Wolf was just a sick dog, with half his martial arts skills lost and his courage gone.

He even threw a few hidden weapons to boost his courage before attacking, which didn't seem like the actions of a once powerful leader who had led a gang and taken countless lives. It was more like a petty thief.

After spending so much time with these petty thieves, Old Wolf probably saw himself as one of them!

When the claw was about to reach him, Su Xin finally moved.

A punch was thrown, filled with overwhelming hatred!

Hating the unfairness of the world, hating the blindness of heaven!

Hate! Hate! Extreme Hatred Punch!

Does hatred have power? Every day, people hate for love, for power, for greed, for anger, for delusion!

These are the powers of hatred, which Old Wolf couldn't resist.

The first punch shattered Old Wolf's hand bones, breaking his sharp claws into pieces, and his right hand was covered in blood.

The second punch shattered Old Wolf's right arm, which hung limply by his side.

The third punch made Old Wolf spew a mouthful of blood, flying backward, his body twitching weakly.

Despair, deep despair. This feeling of powerlessness was something Old Wolf had experienced before.

Ten years ago, he was full of spirit, leading his subordinates to gather in the mountains. Even when the imperial army passed through Xiangnan Forest, he dared to attack them.

Until he provoked someone he shouldn't have.

That person was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, holding a sword called Youquan, who destroyed his gang and killed his subordinates, while he could only lie on the ground pretending to be dead.

Later, he learned the boy's name: He Xiu, known as the 'Sword Prince' He Xiu, the successor of the Mingjian Manor, one of the five sword schools.

Facing He Xiu, Old Wolf felt deep despair and powerlessness. He could never take revenge, so he went into hiding in Changning Prefecture, gathering hundreds of petty thieves, and living in a dark house, reminiscing about his glorious past.

But now, Su Xin's three punches completely shattered him.

The same young age, the same complete lack of resistance.

Just as Su Xin said, he wasn't Old Wolf, just a sick dog!

Su Xin walked to Old Wolf's side. Lying on the ground, Old Wolf could only see Su Xin's black boots, but he didn't want to look up.

"Hand over the money bag and the warm jade."

Old Wolf coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggling to stand up, and said to his terrified subordinates, "Go get my box."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then, seeing Old Wolf's sinister single eye, quickly went into the house and brought out a small box, handing it to Old Wolf.

Opening the box, it was filled with jewels and treasures.

Old Wolf's subordinates would always show him the items they stole. If there was anything valuable, he would keep it.

Although he said he would maintain his rules and wouldn't hand over stolen items even to the Prefect, he actually kept these items, not daring to use or pawn them, for fear of retaliation if he couldn't return them.

Old Wolf took out a money bag and handed it to Su Xin. Inside was a jade pendant carved with a mythical beast, smooth and warm to the touch, the priceless warm jade.

Putting away the money bag, Su Xin turned to leave, but Old Wolf suddenly said, "Wait."

Su Xin turned his head, raising an eyebrow.

Old Wolf handed a silver-white porcelain bottle to Su Xin, a bitter smile on his lips, "I can't use this anymore, and I don't deserve it. Take it. I only hope you can spare my subordinates."

Old Wolf had heard of Su Xin's deeds. He wasn't a merciful person. Given that he wasn't a match for Su Xin, did Heishui Street still have a reason to exist?

But Old Wolf still wanted to try. He didn't want to be like ten years ago, watching his subordinates die under that person's sword while he could only hide under the dead bodies, trembling.

He claimed to the outside world that he was betrayed by his subordinates, but only he knew the truth. It wasn't that his subordinates betrayed him, but that he betrayed the subordinates who had sworn to live and die together.

"What is this?"

Old Wolf said, "I don't know. My subordinates stole it from a martial artist. It has a strong medicinal scent, so it's probably a high-quality healing medicine or a cultivation aid. Whatever it is, I can't use it anymore."

Old Wolf's true injury wasn't physical but in his heart.

A broken heart cannot be healed, no matter how good the medicine.

Taking the bottle, Su Xin said calmly, "From now on, Heishui Street will be under my control, but I won't send my subordinates to interfere. Heishui Street will still be Heishui Street."

Leaving Heishui Street, the gang member who had led the way was in awe of Su Xin.

His leader was indeed a legend of the Flying Eagle Gang. The Old Wolf who had humiliated Dai Chong and Chen Lao was no match for him.

Actually, Su Xin defeating this Old Wolf wasn't something to be proud of. He had already opened sixty acupoints, almost reaching the middle stage of the postnatal realm.

Old Wolf was once very strong, but now he had less than ten acupoints left, with only his top martial arts and combat experience to rely on.

Su Xin directly overpowered him, and defeating him instantly wasn't difficult.

Of course, Su Xin was also very satisfied with the power of the Extreme Hatred Punch. It was indeed a formidable technique passed down from the great villain Yuan Shisan of the Wen book.

The Extreme Hatred Punch was already so powerful, and Su Xin was eager to see how stunning the Heartbreaking Arrow, which could shake the heavens, would be.