Chapter 53

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Xiaoming stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the secret letter from his mother.

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Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

Meng Changhe's voice was icy cold, making everyone around shiver with fear. He wanted to make Su Xin's life worse than death, to push him to the brink! Even if Su Xin killed all his subordinates to save his life, he would likely live in guilt, making his life worse than death. Moreover, Meng Changhe would cripple his martial arts skills. For a martial artist, losing their skills was like a god being cast down from the heavens; the feeling was worse than death.

Su Xin chuckled and said, "President Meng, don't be too confident. If I choose neither, what can you do?"

The others looked at Su Xin as if he were a fool. Meng Changhe wasn't just confident; he had the strength to back it up! With the elite members of the Three Heroes Association he brought, it would be easy to slaughter not only Su Xin's subordinates but even the entire Falcon Gang.

Ning Luojun smiled and said, "Falcon Gang Leader, Su Xin is your subordinate. What do you have to say?"

Sha Feiying's face turned red with embarrassment. Ning Luojun was giving him no face at all. How could he answer? To say he would abandon Su Xin and let them deal with him? If he couldn't protect his own subordinates, how could the Falcon Gang continue to exist in Changning Prefecture?

Although Sha Feiying and his men had planned to submit to the Three Heroes Association from the beginning, it was only in private, in the presence of both parties. Now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, if he submitted, he would definitely be looked down upon by other gangs, and even some of his own members would feel disheartened and leave the Falcon Gang.

But the situation was overwhelming. If he dared to say no, the over a hundred early-stage先天 (Xiantian) elites brought by the Three Heroes Association were ready for him!

"Su Xin has committed a grave offense. This matter has nothing to do with the Falcon Gang. If the Three Heroes Association wants to deal with him, go ahead," Sha Feiying said through gritted teeth.

As soon as he spoke, the other gang members showed disdain, and the Falcon Gang members looked disappointed.

Meng Changhe sneered, "Su Xin, the Falcon Gang has already abandoned you. What more do you have to say? Since you didn't take my offer, I'll send you and your men to accompany my son in death!"

In fact, Meng Changhe was very reluctant to kill Su Xin directly. He wanted Su Xin to suffer before dying, to avenge his son's death. Unfortunately, Su Xin didn't fall for it, so he had no choice but to kill him and send him to accompany Meng Chong in death!

"Capture Su Xin. I want to slice him into a thousand pieces before letting him die!" Meng Changhe's expression was sinister, almost mad.

Ning Luojun nodded and walked toward Su Xin, holding the Soul-Severing Hook. He didn't take a mid-stage先天 (Xiantian) martial artist seriously.

"Su Xin, I actually admire you, but you're too young and impulsive. The world isn't short of geniuses, but more of them die halfway."

Ning Luojun shook his head, looking regretful, but his face showed no hint of killing intent, making people shudder.

Li Huaibad stood beside Su Xin, expressionless. Since they were going to die anyway, why not fight to the death?

Huang Bingcheng, though weak in martial arts, gritted his teeth and stood beside Su Xin.

"Tsk tsk, three of you standing together, truly loyal, but in the end, you'll still die!"

Ning Luojun's figure turned into a white blur, appearing in front of the three almost instantly. Li Huaibad's eyes widened; his Exorcist Sword technique was fast, but he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword!

The Soul-Severing Hook extended, and with a light hook, it could tear a person's throat. But at that moment, a sharp light flashed, and a loud 'clang' echoed. Ning Luojun was sent flying back over ten steps, his Soul-Severing Hook flying out of his hand. Only a plain-looking waist knife remained, stuck in the ground.

Who? Who could it be?

Trembling, Ning Luojun looked at the front in disbelief. In Changning Prefecture, there was actually someone who could make his weapon fly out of his hand with one strike? The powerful force made him feel helpless.

"Wow, quite a lively scene. You have so many gang affairs to handle, yet you're watching a show here?"

In the crowd, the Chief Constable of the Eastern Twelfth District, Tie Wujing, played with two iron balls and walked over slowly.

Li Huaibad and Huang Bingcheng looked at Su Xin in surprise. It turned out the boss had already called for reinforcements; they had worried for nothing.

Especially Huang Bingcheng, who looked at Su Xin with a resentful gaze. If you had reinforcements, why didn't you say so? Ning Luojun's attack almost scared him to death.

Su Xin coughed and whispered, "It's all part of the act. We need to make it convincing to make those weak-willed people leave."

After killing Meng Chong, Su Xin had anticipated this situation and secretly found a patrolling constable to send a message to Tie Wujing. He had done several favors for Tie Wujing, and now it was time for Tie Wujing to return the favor.

Meng Changhe and the others were shocked and angry when they saw that the one who intervened was Tie Wujing, but they were more puzzled. How did Su Xin get involved with Tie Wujing?

Tie Wujing represented the government. No matter how powerful a gang was, they couldn't openly defy the Zhou Dynasty government; it would be like rebelling, a sure path to death.

So Meng Changhe suppressed his anger and said, "Sir Tie, Su Xin killed my only son. It's only right for me to seek revenge. Why are you stopping me?"

Tie Wujing said lazily, "Meng Changhe, you're wrong. How old are you, and how old is Su Xin? Your son was killed because he wasn't good enough. It's your fault as a father. Now you're attacking Su Xin, which is bullying the young."

Meng Changhe almost spat blood from anger: "The death of my son is an unforgivable crime! Even if it's bullying the young, I must kill Su Xin!"

Tie Wujing shook his head. "That won't do. I owe Su Xin a favor, and I must protect him. No one can kill Su Xin today."

"Sir Tie! This is a conflict between gangs. Your interference is against the rules. Even with your reputation as the Chief Constable of the Eastern Twelfth District, Changning Prefecture isn't under your control!" A thirty-year-old man beside Meng Changhe shouted.

In Changning Prefecture, the government usually didn't interfere in gang conflicts, as long as they didn't go too far.

Tie Wujing's arrogance made Meng Changhe's face turn red, and the Three Heroes Association's disciples were already dissatisfied.

"Against the rules? Haha, may I ask who this young man is?" Tie Wujing's smile grew wider.

Meng Changhe said, "This is my disciple, Lin Feng. What advice do you have for him, Chief Constable Tie?"

"Haha, I don't dare to advise. I just want to remind your disciple that while you can eat anything, you can't say anything."

Tie Wujing's iron ball flew out, heading straight for Lin Feng, so fast that only a blur was visible!

Meng Changhe had no weapon, but he was skilled in the Great Stone-Crushing Hand, one of the seventy-two special techniques of Shaolin!

With his hands like embracing the sun and moon, Meng Changhe slapped out, trying to deflect the iron ball.

To his shock, the iron ball carried a terrifying force that deflected his Great Stone-Crushing Hand. The iron ball hit Lin Feng's mouth, instantly shattering all his teeth, making him scream in pain.

Meng Changhe broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't afraid of the force of the iron ball but of Tie Wujing's control over it. The iron ball could have shattered Lin Feng's skull, but it only shattered his teeth. This terrifying control was even more frightening!

Tie Wujing threw away the other iron ball, his smile disappearing, replaced by a cold, chilling expression.

"What are the rules? My words are the rules! The land under the sky belongs to the emperor. The people on the land are his subjects. This world belongs to the court!

In the Eastern Twelfth District of Changning Prefecture, I, Tie Wujing, represent the court. If I want you dead, who dares to keep you alive? If I want to protect Su Xin, who dares to kill him?"

After his words, the Three Heroes Association members dared not even breathe, and Huang Bingcheng whispered, "Wow, so domineering."

Su Xin nodded, his eyes showing surprise. He had invited Tie Wujing to use his government status to suppress the Three Heroes Association, but he hadn't expected Tie Wujing to be so powerful, far beyond his imagination.

If the other three Chief Constables of Changning Prefecture were as strong as Tie Wujing, it would be terrifying. The three major gangs and four associations might be controlled on the surface, but if the four Chief Constables acted together, they could wipe them out in one night.

Meng Changhe, Ning Luojun, and Duan Xiao exchanged glances, their eyes showing fear. Seeing Tie Wujing's strength, they remembered something.

They knew the other three Chief Constables of Changning Prefecture, all locals with strong skills, but similar to their own, at the peak of the先天 (Xiantian) stage.

But only the Chief Constable of the Eastern Twelfth District, Tie Wujing, was transferred from above, rumored to be from the Six-Fan Gate!

Everyone in the martial world knew what the Six-Fan Gate represented. It was a special department set up by the court to counter the martial sects, monitoring numerous sects and clans. If any were found to be rebellious, they would be exterminated, with terrifying power.

Regardless of whether Tie Wujing was from the Six-Fan Gate, his current strength was already beyond the Three Heroes Association, likely at the先天 (Xiantian) stage.

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