Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World-Chapter 172 - 114: Furious Blood Three Styles! Burn the Boats!_3

Chapter 172: Chapter 114: Furious Blood Three Styles! Burn the Boats!_3

The Hall Master of the Fire Hall Ning Kang, the Hall Master of the Thunder Hall Wang Tiansheng, the Grand Worship Niu Zidong, the Second Worship Xu Zhaoming, and some elders occupy important positions within the gang.

Zhao Honglie’s face was extremely calm.

"So you’re telling me Wang Chong has vanished into thin air?"

Everyone couldn’t help but shiver, and they all lowered their heads.

Bang!

Zhao Honglie slammed his palm on the rosewood pear flower table, and saw the shattered wood chips flying, splattering on the heads and faces of everyone, but the crowd bowed their heads even lower, not daring to make any movements, everyone knew this was when the Gang Leader’s anger was at its peak.

"Useless! A bunch of useless fools!"

Zhao Honglie’s calm face suddenly twisted, his eyes reddened, like a fierce ghost wanting to devour people.

"Find him! Keep looking! Alive, I need to see the person; dead, I need to see the corpse!"

He had pinned great hopes on Wang Chong.

If he could join the Flame Worship Cult, there would be hope to resist the Red Cloud Guard. With so many counties under the Red Cloud Prefecture’s jurisdiction, disputes were everywhere, making it impossible to expend too much energy on Canghe County. By then he could slowly drag on to find a way to survive.

And now.

Wang Chong was gone.

Contact with the Flame Worship Cult was lost, meaning that path was cut off.

"Wang Chong took my Heart Inquiry Pill, without an antidote for half a month, he will die from intestinal rot, he couldn’t have escaped, unless... someone killed him!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Honglie felt a sense of regret.

Originally, he had not ruled out having someone accompany Wang Chong, but Wang Chong knew that this contact method was his lifeline, and he insisted on acting alone.

Zhao Honglie thought that with Wang Chong’s Blood Refining Realm Small Success cultivation, traveling back and forth from the county to the base should not be a big problem, so he agreed, only giving him the Heart Inquiry Pill, but didn’t expect a big issue would arise at a critical moment.

"Could it be Liu Yuanhu?"

"No, impossible! If he knew about the Flame Worship Cult, he wouldn’t possibly remain this quiet... Who could it be..."

Zhao Honglie felt extremely agitated.

First, Han Lu was killed, and then Wang Chong, he always felt there was an invisible hand in the dark quietly targeting him.

He looked coldly at the high-ranking members within the gang, at this time not everyone knew why the Gang Leader would be angry over a trivial Wang Chong, only a few people understood the truth, everyone respectfully took the order, preparing to thoroughly investigate.

"Old Xu, you stay."

The Second Worship felt a tightness in his heart, while the others left sensibly.

"Gang Leader, what are your instructions?"

The Second Worship Xu Zhaoming was a very thin middle-aged man with sunken cheeks, he asked respectfully.

Zhao Honglie took a deep breath and said:

"From today on, you and Leng Yun will be responsible for crafting heavy armor, at all costs, I want to see three hundred suits of heavy armor by early autumn this year!"

From the beginning, Zhao Honglie had prepared two plans.

On one hand, he tried to contact the Flame Worship Cult, if successful in gaining support from over there, then he could engage in a protracted battle with Liu Yuanhu;

On the other hand, he ordered the forging of heavy armor, if the path with the Flame Worship Cult proved unfeasible, then it would be a do-or-die battle to confront Red Cloud Guard before they arrived!

Each piece of heavy armor costs hundreds of silver taels, just these three hundred would cost over a hundred thousand taels of silver.

The Black Sand Gang’s three hundred Martial Artists, if supplemented with three hundred suits of heavy armor, would absolutely see their combat power soar several times over!

There is a high hope of suppressing Liu Yuanhu.

If Liu Yuanhu were dead, the Red Cloud Prefecture would send a new county magistrate to take office, and then further negotiations could proceed slowly.

The only problem is they must act before Liu Yuanhu’s formal appointment paperwork arrives, or all efforts would be in vain.

Xu Zhaoming’s eyes showed astonishment, and he couldn’t help but say:

"Gang Leader, if we act on a large scale, won’t it attract Liu Yuanhu’s attention, so many blacksmiths disappearing is, after all, no small matter."

Zhao Honglie’s eyes flashed with determination.

"No worries, just focus with Leng Yun on forging the heavy armor, everything else is irrelevant."

He was determined to personally create some commotion to divert Liu Yuanhu’s attention.

Upon hearing Zhao Honglie say this, Xu Zhaoming could only nod and obey.

Zhao Honglie stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, his gaze far-reaching.

To abandon the massive estate of the Black Sand Gang, he couldn’t, as it was the culmination of half his life’s effort; as long as there was the slightest hope, he would not want to give up, yet if truly at the end of the road, he would have no choice but to cut ties like a brave warrior severing his own wrist.

...

Underground cave.

A group of blacksmiths had a rare moment of rest, after all, human beings are flesh and blood, no matter how Black Sand Gang squeezed, they had to consider sustainable consumption, Helian Tie Lan mingled among them, aside from her identity as a female blacksmith being somewhat special, all other aspects were ordinary.

She was gnawing on a bun in her hand, mixed with meat of unknown origin, nauseating but necessary to eat, daily forging drained a lot of energy.

Helian Tie Lan had a huge appetite since she was young, this amount of food only barely filled the gap in her stomach.

Not far away, a young blacksmith with somewhat handsome looks approached, quietly handing over half a bun.

Helian Tie Lan froze, meeting the young man’s gentle smile.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Return to your area, don’t wander around, be careful about your head next time!"

A Black Sand Gang member kicked the young blacksmith, cursing him.

The young man smiled ingratiatingly and returned to his area, but when he turned his head, his eyes towards Helian Tie Lan carried encouragement and reassurance.

Helian Tie Lan felt a strange emotion surge in her heart, she tightened her grip on the half bun and slowly ate it, bite by bite.

Soon.

The clanging of metal sounded again, the blacksmiths had tightly scheduled tasks, their rest time was very short.

The rhythmical hammering transmitted a special message.

:"Why did you give me the bun?"

:"I noticed you didn’t seem to be full..."

:"What about yourself?"

:"I can go longer without eating, it’s okay."

:"Did they give you trouble just now?"

:"No, my skills are reasonable, they won’t kill me easily."

:"Thank you."

:"No problem. Have you noticed, many new people have arrived recently, and the defense seems to have weakened somewhat."

:"You noticed too? The Black Sand Gang seems anxious, wanting to craft the heavy armor faster."

:"Yes, this might be our opportunity."

:"Let’s find a chance to escape together."

:"Okay, let’s survive together!"

...

Helian Tie Lan focused on hammering the iron block in front of her, a trace of a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips, although she still didn’t know the person’s name, a peculiar feeling rose in her heart.