Chapter 90: Killing People Like Cutting Grass

  "Huh, who are you? I've never seen you before. Don't you know that this elevator is not for casual use? Where's your ID badge? Let me take a look." Seeing Wang Chan also following himself into the elevator, the companion of the short and fat guy immediately frowned and scolded.

  They were both high-ranking disciples who had been accepted as apprentices by the master in the south, and their skills were quite different from those of others in the martial arts school. In the past, they would have been considered inner disciples of the master. As a result, their status within the school was extremely high. They could point fingers at ordinary disciples and order them around as they pleased.

  "What's going on? It's only been a few days and you don't recognize me anymore?" Wang Chan let out a cold laugh, turned around and pressed the button for the third underground floor. The elevator doors behind him immediately closed shut.

  "When you heard Wang Chan speak, that short and stout man suddenly lifted his head, instantly losing face. He pointed at Wang Chan, his whole body shaking violently."

  Wang Chan let out a shrill laugh, his eyes narrowing into slits. Without saying another word, he reached out and made a grab for the front. These two people were considered "good hands" even outside. Having practiced Baihe Quan for over ten years, they had learned many authentic techniques from Gao Qiuru. If it came to a real fight, not even eight or ten special forces soldiers could be sure of beating them. But in this cramped elevator, where was there room to dodge?

  The stout man deeply knew the severity of Wang Chan, and also understood the conspiracy between his master and Lin Yuanfang. As soon as he saw Wang Chan appear here, he immediately guessed that something was wrong. His eyes rolled over, and he suddenly had a desperate heart. He just hoped that he could hold on for ten or twenty seconds, and the elevator would reach the third floor underground, where there would be strong reinforcements outside. Maybe he could still escape.

  He let out a loud roar and kicked his foot. He threw a punch, but Wang Chan caught his fist with one hand and twisted it, breaking his wrist. Before he could even cry out in pain, Wang Chan reached forward and shoved the broken hand into his open mouth. The sound of his screams was instantly muffled in his throat. Then, Wang Chan leaned in close, his single arm whipping through the air like a lash, raised high before slapping down with a loud crack, cracking the neck bones one by one, pressing half of the head into the neck cavity, blood gushing out, both eyes bulging out of their sockets.

  Taking advantage of the brief moment, the stout companion's fellow disciple also had a flushed face. He came forward with his hands shaped like a crane's beak and pecked at Wang Chan's eyes. Wang Chan dodged and countered with his palm, striking swiftly like lightning. A loud crack was heard as the man's arm broke. Before he could even react or change his move, Wang Chan followed up with another slap on his chest, shattering his internal organs. The man fell to the ground, limp and defeated.

  "They're all the same, no need to pity them," Wang Chan snorted. He didn't even bother to look at the person he had just killed, but simply turned around and adjusted his somewhat disheveled clothes. Just then, the elevator doors automatically opened, and he stepped out, looking left and right.

  Only here, it's indeed very different from the one above, with a unique charm, the floor is covered with expensive carpets, the lighting is bright but not dazzling, and the air is filled with a faint floral scent. Wang Chan just raised his nose to take a sniff, and he knew that this fragrance was definitely not the artificial synthetic perfume used in those hotels outside, but purely natural flower fragrance.

  It seems that the White Crane Pavilion has been built with three underground layers. However, it's clear that a lot of thought has been put into its construction, as the ventilation is excellent. Just like on the ground floor, there's not even a hint of stuffiness. Moreover, it's obvious that Lin Yuanfang's arrival has kept out any unwanted visitors, and the place is eerily quiet. It's very serene.

  Gao Qi Ru had thought of everything for his master. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he hadn't expected Wang Chan to find this place so quickly! Moreover, he had done it stealthily and quietly, killing his way in all the way.

  The area on the third floor underground is not a room, but there are many. Wang Chan slightly closed his eyes and listened carefully to one side. After a while, he faintly heard a faint and intermittent voice coming from the left, although it was not very clear, but accompanied by a girl's moaning sound, seemingly painful, yet somewhat pleasurable.

  He furrowed his brow, and without hesitation, Wang Chan took off, turning a corner and climbing several marble steps. Before him was a grand hall decorated with great luxury... "Who are you?"

  In the hall, a group of people were sitting on the sand, two middle-aged men chatting idly, both wearing silk Tang suits. Seeing someone arrive, they immediately cast their eyes over and saw that Wang Chan was not supposed to be patrolling here, so they quickly stood up from the sand and blocked his way.

  "You are here to protect Lin Yuanfang, in vain as a famous martial artist, helping the tyrant is a crime, you both deserve to die." At a glance, it was clear that these two middle-aged men, 35 or 36 years old, had a strong aura about them, each with their own unique qualities, and their vital energy was very full. Wang Chan immediately guessed that these two were among the six Beijing boxing masters invited by the Lin family to protect Lin Yuanfang. Their martial arts skills were quite impressive.

  At this moment, he spoke with his mouth, and unexpectedly did not hesitate. As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately spat out the two "Tai Bai Jing Qi" from his lungs. Two feet long, a white light flashed. After spinning in mid-air for a moment, it passed through the bodies of the two people in front of him, and then drilled back into Wang Chan's nostrils and disappeared.

  At this moment, the two of them shuddered all over, and their eyes shot out an unbelievable desperate light. The next moment, a thin line of blood appeared on each person's neck, with two loud "pops". Only then did the blood splatter everywhere, and the two good heads rolled to the ground, smooth as if cut by a knife.

  The body fell to the ground, with blood flowing everywhere.

  What a King Chan, really fierce! He killed his way into the White Crane Association, first killing ten people outside the building, then beating two short and fat men to death in the elevator. By this time, he was already blind with rage, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, his whole body covered in bloodstains and wounds. Blood was flowing from him like water, as if it was gushing out of a small room. Now, facing two famous masters of the Beijing martial arts world, he didn't even bother to exchange blows, directly using his mysterious and profound Sword of the Immortals, cutting off their heads with a single swing of his sword. What a great satisfaction!

  It's a pity for these two boxers, one is an expert in the Seven-Star Mantis Fist, and the other practices the White Ape Through-the-Back Fist. In terms of their skills, neither of them is inferior to Tang Niu, who was killed by Wang Chan earlier. Even if they are not as good as Wang Chan, in a two-on-one fight, they can still exchange blows and retreat while fighting, and it's unlikely that they would die so easily.

  Alas, Wang Zhan now also knows why he has come. That Lin Yuan is a proud and arrogant person, with powerful forces backing him up. If they make a move, the whole country will tremble. Wanting to kill him, there's only this one opportunity today. Missing it, the winds of heaven will rise, and who knows how many people will come to chase him, capture him? The entire capital city will be put on high alert. So, in normal times, Wang Zhan might still want to engage with these so-called masters of the capital, exchanging blows and learning from each other. But at this moment, every second counts, and any delay will lead to failure. It's likely that true success will turn into defeat.

  Wang Chan was not a pedantic person by nature, and this was no ordinary practice. He needed to carefully ponder the inner truth of his fist technique and martial arts, wanting to kill someone as quickly as possible, and his two Taibai Jingqi were just right for use. His Taibai Jingqi was the lung metal energy from the five internal organs. It required constant nourishment with lung energy to gradually grow stronger, but once released, it wasn't something that could be used at will. The amount of time it could be used was limited, and each use would reduce its power by a fraction, consuming his vital energy.

  With just that one move, the sword's edge was already shortened by about half an inch. Calculating from this, Wang Chan's incredibly powerful swordsmanship could only be used around 40 to 50 times before needing a long period of rest and recuperation; otherwise, it would be unusable for a while.

  However, after killing two top-notch boxing masters, the remaining Taibai Jingqi can still be used more than 40 times, which is enough for Wang Chan to use.

  His feet didn't stop, and he strode straight across the hall. In front of him was a magnificent and luxurious giant gate, two oak doors wrapped in gold foil. The golden light shone together, and at the door stood two fully armed men, standing like door gods on either side. These two people had wooden expressions on their faces, and judging from their build and appearance, they were similar to the assassin who killed Wang Chan with a sniper rifle this morning, and it seemed that they were also two dead soldiers trained by the Lin family.

  It can be seen that Lin Yuanfang is also afraid of death. And timid and suspicious, knowing that the six boxing masters he invited were all extremely powerful warriors, but in his heart, he couldn't believe it, and only dispersed those six famous families in Beijing. Dispersed to various checkpoints to sit in town, while leaving only a few dead soldiers and Gao Qi by his side.

  Wang Chan had just killed someone in the hall, his movements were too fast, from the start to the two famous boxing masters from the capital dying, it was all over in the blink of an eye. But the two corpses fell to the ground. The sound of their heads rolling off also spread out. Moreover, the bloody smell that gradually spread through the space at this time had already mixed with the fragrance of flowers and grass in the underground room and transmitted far away.

  It was just as Wang Chan's figure had just appeared in front of him, the two dead guards opposite him had already pulled out their guns and aimed at Wang Chan from thirty feet away. Just as they were about to pull the trigger, in a split second, two white lights suddenly shot out of Wang Chan's mouth, moving at an unbelievable speed.

  Before the two could react, a white light flashed by, like a swallow cutting through water, passing over their faces. Instantly, a trail of blood appeared, and without even a cry, they went limp and fell to the ground.

  Wang Zhanren walked forward, and with a sudden movement, the two dead bodyguards seemed to shrink into the ground, crossing a distance of over thirty feet. He almost touched faces with the two corpses, stretched out his arms, propped up the two bodies, leaned against the door, but didn't make even half a sound.

  At this time, standing in front of the door, a burst of voices also entered Wang Chan's ears, and it seemed that several men were talking, with the sound of women crying.

  "Old Gao, how did it come to this? There's still no response from that side!" The clear voice carried a hint of gloom and ruthlessness, which was exactly the tone of Lin Yuanfang, the person Wang Chan had been looking for.

  "Time to calculate the time. At this point, they should have returned even if they were delayed. Wang Chan is in Xishan, and this news came from within the National Security Bureau, so it's definitely accurate. His martial arts skills are high, but the Wolf King sent by the young master is the number one godly gunner of the Lin family, two kilometers away. Bullets have no empty shots, unless Wang Chan has practiced to the point where he can sense danger before it happens and avoid it, otherwise this time he will definitely not be able to escape death." Another person spoke up, slow and deliberate, and Wang Chan also recognized that it was Gao Qiru, Lin Yuan's right-hand man.

  "A mountain village husband, a rustic fellow like that, actually dares to rely on his superior martial arts skills and secretly plot against me, wanting my life. He really doesn't know the height of heaven and earth! If it weren't for Lei Ting's constant interference, calling me unable to mobilize the family's forces at this time. In normal times, I would crush him with just one little finger, no need to be so troublesome, and still have to act secretly!" Lin Yuanfang hummed a sound, continuing with a sentence that showed his heart was already filled with extreme hatred towards Wang Chan.

  Lin Yuanfang had never experienced such a situation, being forced to hide in the basement by someone and not daring to show his face. Moreover, he had been repeatedly humiliated by Wang Chan, even losing his life at one point. Now that the hidden danger had been eliminated by Yue Poyu, although he didn't dare to openly confront Wang Chan, he had made up his mind to secretly kill him.

  Can't stay one more day.

  "What the Duke said makes sense!" "High head!" It has been so since ancient times. The people are like a knife and a bird's mouth. How can an arm be twisted to be stronger than a leg? Wang Chan didn't know the current situation, offended the young master, naturally it was a dead end, indeed deserved to be killed, as a warning to others. It's strange that he had eyes but couldn't recognize Mount Tai. He thought too highly of himself, thinking that with some ability he could look down on the nobles and lightly regard the princes, not knowing that fists are no match for power. The young master has taken a strong stance, whoever it is will have to lower their head.

  "Old Gao is really my soulmate!" Lin Yuanfang burst out laughing. "Don't worry, Old Gao, as long as we can successfully get rid of that Wang Zhen this time, I won't forget your contribution either. Your White Crane Style's Chongqing Gate isn't seeking to spread its fame far and wide? I'll make sure your style is known throughout the country, suppressing all others like Wudang and Shaolin! In the future, the number one under heaven will be none other than your Choy Li Fut!"

  Gao Jiru listened to the words and was both surprised and delighted, hastily expressing his loyalty: "Shaolin Temple became famous all over the world because of the thirteen monks who saved Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin. Wudang Mountain achieved great success due to Zhu Lin's Great Emperor Heart Secret, Zhenren Sanfeng. Now that I have heard your words, sir, Gao feels extremely honored and can confidently say that in the future, you will definitely leap over the dragon gate and achieve great success. Your prospects are boundless!"

  "Oh dear, I was so excited that I forgot to tell you one more thing, young master."

  "Hmm? What's going on?" Lin Yuanfang was slightly surprised. He didn't know what Gao Qiru had been hiding from him, and now he was telling him at this time.

  "It's about Zhou Lin and his daughter that week." Gao Qiru chuckled: "Speaking of Wang Chan, the whole thing was caused by Zhou Lin alone. I know you're resentful in your heart. It's just that you didn't want to offend Old Man Zhang, so you spared him. But today, one of my disciples called and said that Zhou Lin's daughter actually went to Wangfujing Pedestrian Street, so I had someone tie her up and she's being sent over here right now!"

  "It's just that the young master has been in a bad mood these past few days. Why not take advantage of this opportunity to indulge and vent some anger? The only concern is whether old man Zhou's actions will bring trouble to the young master, after all, both Zhou Lin and his daughter are still under Zhang Lao's wing."

  "Haha, Old Gao is indeed a wonderful person. He knows me best. As for Zhou Lin's daughter, I've met her before, and she's really beautiful! Lin Yuanfang laughed even more complacently, slapping the table in front of him loudly, "As for that old man Zhang, he's an old thief who refuses to die, what's there to fear? Anyway, I'm just sleeping with her, not killing him. Even if things get out and reach him, I'm not afraid of him, a has-been like him still wants to stir up trouble, wait till this period is over and the term changes, he'll be in for a surprise."

  "Old man, you told people to take care of the woman in the room. It's her good fortune that Master can look at her, she's been crying non-stop from the beginning, it's really annoying. After cleaning up, just send Zhou Lin's daughter over to me directly."

  "It's indeed a way to die. Killing them wouldn't be unjust, and it would be a good opportunity to eliminate them once and for all! Settle the future troubles!" Wang Chan listened at the door for a while, then suddenly remembered the old man's past when he was alive, riding his horse across the eight wildernesses, intercepting and killing Japanese devils' military weapons everywhere, with sword lights and killings, beheading people, doing whatever he wanted.

  As soon as I heard that Hui and Lin were in cahoots, they disregarded human life. They casually kidnapped Zhou Yahuan from the street to humiliate her at home, and afterwards planned to get rid of her. Suddenly my heart was boiling with rage, and I heard a burst of maniacal laughter coming from inside.

  Wang Chan couldn't wait any longer. He directly slapped his palm on the two large doors in front of him, using the powerful technique of Shaolin Temple's "Taiyang Zhigang" (Extreme Yang Extreme Hardness) Palm, and with a loud rumble, the two large doors were instantly smashed off their hinges and flew inward.

  At the same time, Wang Chan flew into the room.

  But all that could be seen was a spacious room with Ru and Lin Yuanfang sitting face to face, surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards in Sun Yat-sen suits. Each of them had a bulge at their waist, expressionless. There was also a crying woman, naked and lying on the ground, naturally it was the girl who had just been raped by Lin Yuanfang.

  Two wooden doors made of oak burst open. A huge door weighing over a thousand pounds suddenly flew in horizontally, and the person who reacted the fastest in the room was naturally Gao Qiuru, sitting opposite Lin Yuanfang. This master of Baihe Quan's boxing, although over fifty years old, looked like he was only thirty or forty years old. His movements were extremely fast, and as soon as he sensed something was off, his body flipped over, and with a keen sense of hearing, he rushed towards the door.

  But unexpectedly, Wang Chan burst open the large gate. The person was hiding behind the door. Gao Qi Ren just rushed over. Wang Chan slapped him in the face with a loud palm, powerful and forceful. It seemed like a stone tablet weighing several thousand kilograms was lifted into mid-air and then smashed down, a mighty and unparalleled smashing technique. If it hit someone inside, regardless of whether they were human or not, their body would be shattered to pieces and explode apart.

  Luckily, this tall and refined Confucian scholar had practiced his skills for many years, accumulating rich experience as an old master. He had honed his fist techniques to perfection, with the White Crane Fist being exceptionally fast. As soon as he saw something was amiss, he didn't even bother to make a gesture or stance, and swiftly retreated with the tip of his foot touching the ground. His advance was swift, but his retreat was even faster, unleashing a surge of internal energy like a large bird taking flight, narrowly avoiding danger.

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  Thank you all for your support. Old Lu is here!!! 365 degrees, turning the world upside down, all of you big brothers, give me some motivation, will ya!!!!!