Chapter 92: Urgency
Chapter 92: Urgency
The next day, the street vendors who set up stalls on the streets were the first to notice that the few members of the Wild Wolf Gang who had been guarding the streets for the past few days were nowhere to be seen.
At first, they thought the gang members might have overslept, but as the entire morning passed, and even by the afternoon and evening, none of them showed up.
This became quite intriguing.
Combining this with what the Flying Eagle Martial Arts Academy members had said on the street a few days ago, many felt that Wu Tian and his group had likely fled.
Some of the vendors who hadn't paid the stall fees began to have ideas that night.
Since Wu Tian and his gang were gone, why couldn't they set up their own stalls? Sitting idle at home earned them nothing, but going out to sell could bring in some money.
And so, on the third day, the number of vendors on the streets visibly increased.
It started with just a few more, but when others saw no issues, they also set up their stalls. The vendors who had paid the stall fees suddenly became unhappy.
After all, they had not only paid but also paid an additional thirty percent! Yet, others who hadn't paid a dime were now setting up stalls on the street. What gave them the right?
Some sneaked over to where Wu Tian and his group usually were, only to find the doors tightly shut, and no one answered their knocks.
At that moment, everyone realized that Wu Tian and his gang must have fled.
Instantly, anyone with a small cart came out to sell, and some vendors even got into fights over a good spot.
Jiang Cheng's stall remained empty.
After all, everyone on the street had heard about the events of the past few days and knew he was a premium member of the martial arts academy, so they dared not offend him.
However, the stalls next to his were a different story. Everyone knew that Jiang Cheng's stall had high foot traffic, and being close to it could bring some benefits.
Listening to the constant arguments around him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.
From the current situation, it seemed like the Wild Wolf Gang was indeed of no use.
The order on the streets did require someone to maintain it; without that, chaos would ensue.
Of course, everything should be done in moderation.
Bullying and exploiting others excessively was a different matter.
That night, as Wu Tian's body was taken away, by the next day, some were indeed curious about what had happened the night before.
Jiang Cheng gave the excuse he had been thinking about: a few thugs had seen his good business and set up an ambush, but he had run fast enough to shake them off.
Most people believed him, and those who had doubts didn't ask further.
Two days passed without incident.
Jiang Cheng continued his routine: sparring with Senior Brother Zeng in the morning, selling on the streets in the afternoon, and practicing standing meditation at home in the evening.
"In another day or two, I'll be able to learn martial arts."
Jiang Cheng's heart filled with anticipation.
Of course, he was even more excited about the prospect of mastering the double sticks in a week and reaching the Great Proficiency level. Then, after defeating Senior Brother Zeng, he would finally meet the Tang Pavilion Master.
...
The Casino.
As the primary source of income for the Wild Wolf Gang, business here had also become much quieter.
Ever since the casino announced a temporary halt to chip exchanges for cash a couple of days ago, hardly anyone had come.
However, the gang members didn't seem to mind.
The reason for the suspension of cash exchanges was that the higher-ups had absconded with the money.
It wasn't just the higher-ups; in the past few days, many lower-ranking members of the Wild Wolf Gang had also fled.
On the second floor, Wang Weisen stood by the window, gazing at the bustling street below with a forlorn expression.
He reminisced about the past two or three years when the Wild Wolf Gang had been thriving, and now, in the blink of an eye, it had collapsed, and everyone was seeking their own paths.
"Knock, knock."
A series of knocks sounded from outside the door.
"Come in."
Wang Weisen composed himself, regaining his usual calm demeanor.
The door opened and two underlings entered.
"Sen Ge, the Boss has investigated the matter. On the night Brother Bao was killed, several experts from the Iron Fist Gang were not in our area. Many people saw them, and the Boss even spent a considerable sum to question a high-ranking member of the Iron Fist Gang, but he had no knowledge of such an incident."
Wang Weisen narrowed his eyes. "So, it's unlikely that the Iron Fist Gang is behind this?"
"Probably not."
Wang Weisen nodded and turned to the other person, "What about the Martial Arts Hall? Did they find out anything?"
The man hesitantly took out a list with some names circled and others not, "Sen Ge, I've asked around about the core disciples of the three Martial Arts Halls. Half of them have alibis for that night, and I've marked them with circles and noted the reasons. The other half are still under investigation."
"Still half of them?"
Wang Weisen's expression changed.
"Sen Ge, those are the core disciples of the Martial Arts Halls. I didn't want to be too obvious, and some of them might already know that we're investigating them," the man said with a pitiful expression.
Wang Weisen fell silent for a moment.
"I'll give you more money. Hurry up and find out!"
"Sen Ge..."
The man's face was filled with distress.
How could it be that easy?
Besides, this wasn't just about money. If they truly angered the other party, they could easily slap him to death. What could he do then?
"Get this done, and I'll take you to the Outer District."
Wang Weisen said.
"!"
The two men in front of him brightened at the prospect.
"You two, along with Wei Bao, are my trusted men. This time, Wei Bao was killed. If it were either of you, I would do the same and spare no effort to avenge you."
"Sen Ge!"
"Sen Ge!"
The two men were deeply moved by his words.
Their initial dissatisfaction dissipated at that moment.
Sen Ge's actions for Wei Bao proved that he was a leader worth following.
Moreover, by clinging tightly to Sen Ge's leg, they could enter the Outer District with him, unlike the others in their group who didn't even know where they were going.
"Sen Ge, I just remembered something that might be related to Brother Bao's death."
"Oh? Who?"
"It's a street vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes. I heard from the local thugs that this guy is quite a fighter and also uses a staff."
Wang Weisen's eyes lit up instantly. "How good is he?"
"Well... He can take on two or three thugs without any problem."
"What about more?"
"I don't know about more. Anyway, after that, the thugs didn't dare to provoke him anymore. And I heard that this guy is a premium member of the Falcon Fist Gym. Maybe it's related to this matter?"
"Is that considered good?"
Wang Weisen scoffed.
He had the least respect for street thugs. They had no real skills, but they were good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Being able to handle two or three thugs was nothing special; a little more force would do the trick. They weren't that formidable.
"Sen Ge doesn't think so? Haha, I also don't think it's him. A street vendor selling sweet potatoes, how capable can he be?" The man kept laughing.
"Yes, don't waste time on insignificant people. Hurry up and investigate the remaining half."
"Yes, Sen Ge."
"Hurry up."
Wang Weisen walked to the window again.
His intuition told him that it wouldn't be long before the Iron Fist Gang arrived.
He wondered how long the Boss could delay them.
(End of Chapter)
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