Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor-Chapter 87: Hungry Wolf

Martial artists have an innate and sharp intuition for danger, and Fang Bai was certain that the two burly men were carrying lethal weapons.

Noticing a slight bulge under the left armpit of the two men’s suits, Fang Bai’s first thought was of guns.

With his current strength, only firearms could evoke such a dangerous sensation in him.

Although Fang Bai was confident in his abilities, he wasn’t confident enough to believe he could take bullets head-on with his body. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Unless he could cultivate the "Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique" to the ninth level, the "Aura Shield Realm," his body would become tougher than steel and his True Yuan could form a protective Qi Shield around him, making him invulnerable to both water and fire, impervious to guns and cannons.

The two men guarding the golden doors had originally thought it was one of their own entering when they heard the rolling door, but to their surprise, they saw Fang Bai wearing a fierce ghost mask.

First, the pair was taken aback and then they exchanged glances, promptly reaching for the guns under the left side of their suits with their right hands.

Just as the two burly men made their moves to draw their guns, Fang Bai’s hands also moved.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Two inch-long embroidery needles shot out from his hands, turning into two thread-like beams of white light, emitting an extremely faint sound as they pierced the chests of the two burly men.

The movements of the two men stiffened, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Fang Bai had not intended to kill them, only to knock them out for a while.

However, when they awoke, just like the four burly men outside the rolling door, they would find themselves utterly weakened.

Before coming here, Fang Bai, considering the Hungry Wolf Group’s numerical advantage and the potential presence of gunmen, thought it would be troublesome to rely solely on fists and feet, so he bought a whole hundred embroidery needles along with the fierce ghost mask.

With the embroidery needles in hand, Fang Bai was fearless even of gunmen.

Although Fang Bai’s needle-throwing speed might not surpass that of bullets, he could anticipate the enemy’s moves and react extremely quickly, enough to take out an opponent before the gunman could shoot at him.

Fang Bai walked up to the golden doors and listened carefully to the noise inside, frowning slightly.

Behind the golden doors should be a very large hall, which seemed to house at least thirty people or more.

Some were eating and drinking, some were gambling, some were bawling and cursing, others were laughing loudly and unreservedly, creating a scene of chaos and rowdiness.

Amid the jumbled noises, Fang Bai heard someone addressing "Brother Wolf" and confirmed that Hungry Wolf was inside.

So he extended his hands and gently pushed open one of the golden doors.

Indeed, beyond the golden doors was a hall half the size of a football field, extravagantly decorated in gold, the epitome of opulence.

To the east of the hall were several dining rooms, with doors wide open, and the sound of people eating, drinking, and playing drinking games occasionally drifted out.

On the west side of the hall were several gambling tables, with people playing mahjong and cards, and piles of colored bills stacked on the tables.

On the north wall of the hall hung a massive television, which was currently displaying indecent scenes.

In front of the television, several men were seated on a sofa, surrounded by a group of scantily clad, curvaceous women.

The men were nestled in comfort, embraced on all sides, with some already reaching into the clothing of the women beside them, vigorously kneading, eliciting pretend moans and groans from the women.

Fang Bai even saw a man pulling a woman, and right before everyone’s eyes, they undressed completely and began their tryst.

A man with a slicked-back hairdo was sitting in front of a huge television with his back to Fang Bai, his head leaning against the backrest of the sofa, seemingly occupied with something.

Just as Fang Bai pushed open the golden door, he heard someone call the slicked-back-haired man "Brother Wolf."

Brother Wolf was Hungry Wolf, the boss of the "Hungry Wolf Group."

The hall was chaotic, with everyone busy with their things, and no one noticed Fang Bai’s arrival.

Fang Bai smiled, closed the golden door behind him, and then slowly walked towards Hungry Wolf.

It was only when he got closer that he realized a long-haired woman was busily serving Hungry Wolf between his legs, her head bobbing up and down.

Hungry Wolf’s eyes were slightly closed, his expression one of enjoyment.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?"

It was then that someone noticed Fang Bai, wearing a ghastly mask, in the hall.

The one who noticed Fang Bai was a bald middle-aged man who had been sitting on a sofa to the left, pouring drinks with a woman. Upon seeing Fang Bai, he immediately pushed away the woman beside him and abruptly stood up.

The bald middle-aged man determined Fang Bai was not one of their own, since he knew all of the thirty-some people in the underground hall, all of whom were either high-ranking members or small-time leaders of the Hungry Wolf Group.

Furthermore, no one would dare to play such a prank wearing a ghastly mask in front of Hungry Wolf like Fang Bai did.

The bald middle-aged man’s loud inquiry startled the other men sitting on the sofa, including Hungry Wolf.

Hungry Wolf twisted his head for a glance at Fang Bai, then suddenly pushed away the woman in front of him, pulled up his pants, and stood up from the sofa.

Hungry Wolf appeared to be around thirty-five years old, over one meter eighty in height, with slightly dark skin and a hooked nose. His gaze when looking at people was gloomy and sharp, giving off a chilling feeling.

From Hungry Wolf, Fang Bai detected a faint smell of blood, knowing that this guy had definitely killed people, and more than just one.

Hungry Wolf radiated an intimidating aura unique to martial artists, and Fang Bai knew his strength was a notch above Tu Fu’s and should be about the same as the two Yellow Level beginner Shaolin Monks he had encountered before.

"You’re Hungry Wolf?"

Ignoring the bald man’s loud questioning, Fang Bai’s gaze pierced through the two holes in his ghastly mask and settled on Hungry Wolf as he asked indifferently.

"Yes, I am Hungry Wolf. May I know your honorable surname and great name? Are you also from the underworld? What business do you have with me?"

Hungry Wolf grinned, revealing a row of stark white teeth that resembled a hungry wolf ready to choose its prey on a moonlit night.

As Hungry Wolf spoke, a two-inch long flying knife silently slid from the sleeve of his right arm into his palm,

The flying knife was Hungry Wolf’s assassination technique, as well as his lifesaving skill. With the knife in hand, his courage swelled, and his confidence soared.

With a flick of his right hand, the flying knife could shoot out, accurately appearing at his opponent’s throat.

It was with this daring ferocity and the skill with the flying knife that Hungry Wolf had quickly risen from an insignificant lackey to one of the top figures in Zhongzhou’s underworld in just a few short years.

The subtle move by Hungry Wolf might escape the notice of ordinary people, but it couldn’t slip past Fang Bai’s Fiery Eyes.

Having reached the second level of the "Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique," the "Accumulating Essence Realm," Fang Bai could detect any slight movement within a two hundred-meter radius.

It wasn’t just the flying knife that had suddenly appeared in Hungry Wolf’s hand; even his breathing and heartbeat couldn’t escape Fang Bai’s acute awareness.