21 is a victory for martial arts!

  "I'm wrong, brother, I'm wrong, please, don't..."

  "Bang!"

  "Wait, we are from the Razor Gang, you..."

  "Bang!"

  "Hey, can we reconcile?"

  "Bang!"

  On the street, the Razor Gang members who were lying exhausted were like golf balls laid out. Xue Jing walked up to them with a metal baseball bat, one after another, and shot them on the head with a stick no matter what they said.

  Soon, the only person still standing on the field was a young man with a buzz cut.

  Xue Jing slowly walked up to the young man with a crew cut. The metal baseball bat in his hand had many dents on its surface and was covered in blood because he had hit him too many times and too hard.

  "I'm curious."

  He spoke.

  "As a harmless student, it's normal for me to come to my classmate's house to play. There's nothing wrong with that."

  "I never cause trouble on weekdays. When there's a traffic jam, I won't drive my car onto the wide sidewalk. When I eat food in a restaurant that doesn't taste good enough for the price, I'll just pay with a pinch of my nose. When I meet hooligans like you, I'm so scared that I always take a detour with my tail between my legs."

  "Not to mention that I have never been to South City, so there is no way I have accidentally provoked you."

  "So what do you guys want to do to me when you suddenly rush out?"

  Xue Jing's tone was not harsh, just as casual as if he was chatting with a friend.

  But the fear on the crew cut young man's face grew deeper and deeper as Xue Jing spoke. When he heard the last word, his legs softened and he sat on the ground, waving his hands repeatedly and saying,

  "No, that's not the case, brother. We were just passing by...Ah!!"

  Before he could finish his words, Xue Jing swung his stick and hit him on the ankle.

  There was a sound of bone breaking, and the young man's ankle was twisted into a distorted arc.

  "Just answer the questions honestly and don't make unnecessary excuses. Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

  "Yes… yes."

  The young man with a buzz cut sweated all over his face from the pain, and said quickly:

  "We are the subordinates of Brother Duan Kaiping from the Razor Gang. Brother Duan saw you walking alone on the street just now, wearing your high school uniform, and wanted to kidnap you and blackmail your family..."

  Xue Jing shook the baseball bat in his hand and said, "So where is this Duan brother?"

  "Brother Duan thinks that you are a student, so there is no need for him to take action, so let us do it, and he will wait in a warehouse on the next street!"

  The young man with a crew cut spoke very quickly, fearing that if he did something to displease Xue Jing, he would hit him with a stick again.

  "Is this Brother Duan very powerful?" Xue Jing asked.

  "Brother Duan is a core member of the Razor Gang, and is qualified to have the word 'razor' tattooed on his chest... He used his relationship with the gang leader to enter the Golden Wind Dojo to practice martial arts. I only saw him fight once, and he cut a can of Coke in half with a wave of his bare hands, just like he was holding a razor!"

  Xue Jing narrowed his eyes.

  Jinfeng Dojo... He had just heard Pei Youguang mention it. The latter entered this dojo to practice martial arts and learned "strength".

  This dojo is not a good place if it allows gang members who are always kidnapping and extorting to practice martial arts. No wonder it is located in the South City District.

  "If you can cut a can of Coke with your bare hands, then cutting its throat will be easy... Your fighting ability is not low."

  Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

  After this incident, he is now facing off against the Razor Gang. He has injured so many of their people. Although the cause is 100% due to this group of people who are determined to get him, he does not believe that the gangsters will reason with him.

  Xue Jing first thought about the possibility of silencing the witness, but immediately realized that this was unrealistic.

  Putting aside the question of whether he could do it or not, the noise he made along the way was too loud and probably a lot of people saw it. Just ask any witness and you can easily find him.

  Then there is no way out.

  Xue Jing thought for a moment and asked, "Give me a detailed introduction to your Razor Gang."

  After a pause, he asked, "How big is its sphere of influence? How powerful is it? How many core members like 'Brother Duan' are there?"

  The young man with a buzz cut was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "Our Razor Gang is one of the seven gangs outside the South City District. Several nearby streets are our gang's territory... There are dozens of core members like Brother Duan."

  Xue Jing narrowed his eyes: "What is the relationship between your gang leader and the Golden Wind Dojo?"

  "The gang leader is the true disciple of the owner of the Jinfeng Dojo..."

  Hearing this, Xue Jing felt a little headache.

  Just as he thought, if you pull out a radish, you will bring out the dirt. This kind of local gangster force has all kinds of intertwined relationships. If you provoke one, a lot of problems will be implicated.

  After beating up the Razor Gang, will he also attack the Golden Wind Dojo? What else will come out after beating up the Golden Wind Dojo?

  Isn't this endless?

  Sigh, can we reconcile?

  'But... it's not that there is no way out.'

  Xue Jing felt that he could take advantage of the situation.

  Behind the Razor Gang is the Jinfeng Dojo, but there is more than one dojo in Qingcheng.

  Dojos are open for business. You can become a disciple and practice martial arts by paying money.  

  Xue Jing just didn't believe it. With his invincible talents and amazing wisdom, which Taoist temple would he enter where he would not be treated seriously?

  You have someone behind the Razor Gang, so you must be powerful, right? I will be as powerful as you soon!

  He even thought of a cool move.

  Be the first to pay and enter the Jinfeng Dojo!

  When the Razor Gang comes to trouble him...

  I admit that you are very powerful, but if I choose to join directly, how will you deal with it?

  However, he now has a very bad impression of the Golden Wind Dojo and the Razor Gang, and he doesn't want to do this unless he has no choice.

  Xue Jing felt a sense of urgency.

  He didn't have much pressure before. Although he wanted to practice martial arts, he was not in a hurry. But now he has to find a way to raise money to enter the dojo as soon as possible.

  "Thank you for the news."

  Xue Jing said to the young man with a crew cut.

  The latter quickly smiled and said, "You're welcome, brother. This is what I should do... Do you think you can just treat me like a fart?"

  Xue Jing nodded.

  "Okay, I'll give you a chance."

  After saying that, he looked around and picked up a few handy stones from the ground not far away.

  When the young man with a crew cut saw this scene, he felt like he had PTSD and had a bad feeling.

  "Run, I'll only count to ten."

  Xue Jing tossed the stone in his hand.

  "one."

  "Eh? Brother, look at my feet..."

  The young man with a crew cut had a sad face and pointed at his foot which was broken by Xue Jing's stick.

  "two."

  "Wait, wait, can you start counting again?"

  "three."

  The young man with a crew cut gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his ankle, stood up with the help of the wall, and hopped across the street.

  "Four."

  But unfortunately, only one leg can move, so I can't walk fast.

  "five."

  Several life-threatening shouts came slowly from behind him. He hurriedly quickened his pace but accidentally fell to the ground.

  "six."

  He tried to get up, but in his haste he touched his injured ankle and fell again in pain.

  "seven."

  He rolled and crawled forward.

  "eight."

  "Aaaaaaah!"

  He screamed in fear.

  "Nine."

  "ten."

  Xue Jing looked at the young man with a crew cut who had not even run 20 meters and threw a stone at him.

  "Bang!"

  The final headshot of the night rang out.

  Xue Jing looked at the "corpses" lying around him, then looked at the stone in his palm, squeezed it tightly, and said confidently:

  "It's a victory for martial arts!"

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