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Chapter 279: Grudges Unavenged Are Not Gentlemanly
Chapter 279: Grudges Unavenged Are Not Gentlemanly
"He's that powerful? He single-handedly took down over a dozen members of the Wild Wolf Gang?"
As Lu Zicheng narrated, Jiang Cheng played along, expressing his astonishment.
"Indeed. I heard that among them were experts of the Wild Wolf Gang, and he fought several dozen of them without breaking a sweat. But in the end, he was struck with a staff and his skull was shattered, killing him."
Lu Zicheng shook his head, sighing in dismay.
"Actually, there's more to it, but..."
He cautiously glanced around.
"This kind of thing can't be discussed here. If anyone overhears us, we'll be in deep trouble."
Jiang Cheng understood.
After all, the Iron Fist Gang was in control of this place at the moment.
The fact that he had killed members of their gang was undoubtedly a dark chapter in their history.
For someone to dare speak of it openly on the street was akin to courting death.
"What happened after that?"
"After that, he left. I heard he left with two members of the Dawn Society. It's been over two months now, and he hasn't returned. I wonder how he's doing..." Lu Zicheng sighed, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"Are you worried about him?"
"No, no," Lu Zicheng quickly denied, looking around. Seeing no one paying attention, he coughed a couple of times and whispered, "Yes, I'm a little worried. We used to have a decent relationship, but he suddenly left. Well, it wasn't entirely sudden."
His face showed a hint of reminiscence.
"In the days before he left, he hadn't set up his stall on the street, and I had a bad feeling about it. Even the Falcon Martial Arts Club had come to inquire about him, and that's when I learned he hadn't been to the martial arts club either."
"I was thinking of finding an opportunity to ask him about it later, but who would've thought that we wouldn't even get to meet one last time? Perhaps there won't be any more chances in the future." Lu Zicheng sighed repeatedly.
On one hand, it was like this.
On the other hand, after Jiang Cheng's departure, Lu Zicheng's business had returned to its former level, unlike during that period when he could sell dozens or even a hundred more portions a day.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng felt a twinge of sadness within.
Indeed.
Even if they met now, the other party wouldn't know his true identity.
"Don't worry, your friend will surely be fine."
"Yeah, I think so too."
Lu Zicheng smiled.
"With his formidable martial arts skills, several dozen opponents are no match for him. How could anything happen to him? Even if he's down on his luck, he can rely on selling roasted sweet potatoes and still live several times better than us."
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a mix of laughter and tears at this.
He was still thinking about roasted sweet potatoes.
"Since he's not here, I'll go and wander around elsewhere."
"Okay."
Lu Zicheng nodded, then suddenly realized and hurriedly said, "Big Brother, I haven't given you the grilled sausage yet, and there's also the change."
"Never mind, consider it as your tip."
Jiang Cheng smiled at him and walked towards where he had parked.
With his current income, not to mention giving the other party 100 yuan was nothing; even several tens of thousands would be like water off a duck's back.
But with so much money, the other party might not be able to hold onto it, especially in public, and it might even bring him harm.
So, giving a hundred was enough.
As Jiang Cheng walked away, Lu Zicheng had an unreal feeling.
He actually had a day where he received a tip? And a full hundred yuan at that!!
No wonder his left eyelid had been twitching when he left home that morning.
Sure enough, a windfall was coming his way.
Thinking of this, he quickly tucked the hundred yuan bill into his pocket, unable to contain his smile.
He wished he could have such side income every day.
Jiang Cheng walked up to his car, opened the door, changed his clothes and the mask on his face, took up his alloy battle knife, and turned back.
He planned to visit the martial arts club first and take care of Xiao Yuanqing before dealing with the Iron Fist Gang when he left, as they controlled several streets and would require some time.
As he walked, his peripheral vision caught sight of several people wearing training uniforms.
He subconsciously looked over.
On the back of the practice clothes worn by several people, a dragon was painted, its teeth and claws bared, looking rather formidable.
"Are they from DragonStride Martial Academy?"
Jiang Cheng realized this, and a past scene suddenly flashed in his mind.
Back then, his strength was still weak, and he had just unlocked the short staff skill. He was also worried about being stopped by gangsters on his way back.
Therefore, in order to quickly improve his proficiency with the short staff, he didn't forget to practice it even while setting up his stall.
But because of this, he was ridiculed by several people from DragonStride Martial Academy. They not only didn't pay, but also trampled the sweet potatoes he had painstakingly roasted, turning them into a mess.
At that time, he tried his best to endure; otherwise, having his stall smashed would have been the least of his worries.
And now, several people from DragonStride Martial Academy were right in front of him.
"Could it really be those people?"
Jiang Cheng's heart stirred.
He still had some impression of their appearances, especially the leader, whom his companions called 'Third Senior Apprentice'.
Later, when he recalled this, he secretly rejoiced because the other party was likely the same as the disciples of Falcon Martial Academy, all being Primordial Energy Warriors.
No matter how skilled he was with the short staff, even if he had reached perfection, he feared he wouldn't be a match for that guy in a real fight.
But now, times have changed. He is now a 7th Rank.
This time, he had planned to visit DragonStride Martial Academy to find those people, after all, a grudge left unavenged is not the way of a gentleman.
But if he were to meet them now...
That would be perfect.
Not far away, several people from DragonStride Martial Academy were surrounding a small stall, each holding skewers of meat in both hands, eating until their mouths were greasy.
This was a stall similar to Kanto-ni, where meat and vegetables were skewered on bamboo sticks, cooked in a pot, and brushed with sauce. It was a relatively successful business among the many vendors.
However, with the arrival of these people, the original customers surrounding the stall all left.
The vendor looked at the several people enjoying their food, smiling bitterly.
These people basically came to eat here several times every month because they were martial practitioners. Others would feel full after eating five or six skewers, but these people were different; one person could eat over ten skewers without stopping.
Logically, this should be a good thing.
After all, who wouldn't want to sell more and earn more money? But these people didn't pay.
It was like this every time.
But he dared not speak up.
Because they were from DragonStride Martial Academy, and if he offended them, he could forget about continuing to set up his stall here. Even if Iron Fist Gang took his money, they wouldn't stand up for him.
"Put all the remaining ones here. With this little bit, who can it feed?" Just then, the tall leader said, and after speaking, he grabbed the end of a bamboo stick with his right hand and pulled it to the right, sending the pieces of meat on it straight into his mouth.
The vendor was stunned, his eyes revealing a look of pain.
"Can't you hear what Third Senior Apprentice is saying? Are you deaf?"
A man behind him shouted.
"I heard, I heard."
The vendor shivered in fear and quickly threw the remaining meat and vegetable skewers into the soup.
The surrounding vendors, upon seeing this, all showed looks of sympathy.
Obviously, Old Wu would have to work for nothing again today.
But in his heart, he secretly rejoiced.
Fortunately, those people weren't interested in what they were selling.
Otherwise, they would have been unlucky too.
In a whirlwind, the remaining food and skewers were also devoured by the group.
"It's finished?"
Someone licked their lips, looking like they wanted more.
"It's finished. I only brought this much when I set up the stall this time." The vendor smiled bitterly.
"What a letdown."
"I was just getting my appetite."
"Third Senior Apprentice, why don't we go and check out something else?"
"Sure."
The leader scanned the surroundings for something that piqued his interest, and soon found it.
But just after taking a few steps, a figure appeared before them, blocking their path.
(End of Chapter)
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