Chương 137: The End of the Black Tiger

The Black Tiger Gang. With the situation in the courtyard growing urgent and unable to wait, Feng Han's subordinates began executing vicious moves. Originally, he had been somewhat wary of the opponent's identity and the official uniform he wore, but now he couldn't care less. Desperately risking his life, Old Feng was absolutely a tough opponent. The aura around him suddenly changed, akin to a beast forced into a corner. His eyes burned red, emitting a bloody glint.

The momentum of his strikes was as vigorous as if a fierce tiger had possessed his body; every move was lethal. He was truly worthy of being the former number one figure of Yellow Leaf Town! Dodging left and right, Wu Yi was finding it hard to cope. Narrowly evading a claw strike from Old Feng, his hair stood on end, and he hurriedly retreated, shouting loudly:"Song Que, help me quickly!" Standing not far away and watching the spectacle, Song Que finally stepped out, smiling at his old acquaintance.

"Gang Leader Feng, have you been well?" Looking at the person before him, Old Feng's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Brother Song, we did have a little misunderstanding in the past. But for a long time now, our river water hasn't offended your well water. It hasn't reached the point where you need to find a way to target this Feng like this, has it?" Beaten to this point, Feng Han was still utterly confused, thinking these people had conspired to frame his Black Tiger Gang. Song Que shook his head and smiled. In fact, as his status had elevated, he had long stopped taking a small fry like Old Feng seriously.

After all, he was never the one who suffered a loss in the past, so why hold a grudge? Unfortunately, this was not a personal matter.

"Gang Leader Feng, I am merely assisting the officials in solving a case. If you haven't done anything shady, just frankly return to the Constabulary with Head Constable Wu to make a statement. Once things are investigated clearly, justice will be returned to you. I'm sure the gentlemen here will not let anyone suffer a wrongful accusation." Damn it! Is anyone who runs a gang completely clean? Feng Han cursed inwardly.

Although he didn't know why this group had gone crazy tonight, he was absolutely unwilling to let himself be captured without a fight. Making up his mind, Old Feng gritted his teeth and said:"It seems today I must experience Brother Song's brilliant moves! I wonder how much your martial arts have progressed over the years, Song Que?" Wu Yi and Lu Ji—who was still secretly observing the situation—couldn't help but admire Old Feng's courage in their hearts. What a brave warrior!

Song Que smiled and gestured with his hand:"Gang Leader Feng, please!" Having suffered a loss at the opponent's hands in the past, Feng Han knew he might not necessarily be a match this time. Old Feng held nothing back, gathering all his strength to attack. With a momentum like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, his roar shook the night sky.

"Roar!" Facing Old Feng's intimidating aura, Boss Song merely threw a plain and simple punch. This seemingly ordinary and unappealing punch directly shattered the opposing pressure. Its momentum undiminished, it smashed heavily into Feng Han's chest. Bang... Crash... Watching Feng Han fly backward, his fate unknown, everyone present who had been observing the battle was left dumbfounded. Only Wu Yi, who had anticipated this outcome, shouted loudly:"Everyone, drop your weapons and surrender!

Otherwise, you will be killed without exception!" Even the Gang Leader was floored, what the hell is there left to fight for?! The members of the Black Tiger Gang immediately wilted, obediently kneeling down and holding their heads with both hands, awaiting processing. Now full of high spirits, Old Wu methodically ordered his men to arrest people, seal the premises, and stand guard.

In no time at all, the Black Tiger Gang, which had towered and caused storms in Yellow Leaf Town for so many years, was thoroughly uprooted. The entire upper echelon, unable to escape, was 'invited' to the station for tea. As for when they would be released, that depended entirely on Boss Wu's mood.... This night in Yellow Leaf Town was definitely no ordinary night. Shouts and screams continuously echoed through the midnight hours.

Quite a few people who had been asleep had their doors mercilessly kicked down by the officials and were 'invited for tea', naturally causing chaos in the neighborhood. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. When Liang Jing of the Iron Saber Gang woke up in the morning to practice his martial arts and heard the news outside, he couldn't help but look up to the sky, his face covered in tears: My intelligence network!

He had no choice but to drag his old body to the Constabulary to gather news, but the people there were currently up to their necks in work. They had no time to respond to him, leaving Old Liang with no choice but to return in disappointment. Having been active all night, Grandee Song naturally needed rest. He slept in Wu Yi's room straight until the sun was high in the sky before someone woke him up.

Following the soldiers to the meeting room, Song Que looked at the person sitting in the main seat, smiled, and called out:"Uncle Wu! Did you personally bring men here?" The arrival was indeed Wu Yi's uncle, Wu Tian. Seeing it was Song Que, he smiled and nodded:"The matter is serious; it's better if I handle it personally. You two did an excellent job!"

"It was just a small effort on my part. It was mainly Brother Yi disregarding danger to investigate. Uncle, what are the results of the investigation so far?"

"Wait a moment, A'Que. They are currently recording the details down below. If you haven't had breakfast yet, you can go eat first. There should be results by the time you get back." Not really in the mood to eat today, Song Que simply sat down and chatted with him.

"Uncle, what's the deal with the Demonic Cult? Is their power very large?" Hearing his question, Wu Tian's face grew solemn:"The Imperial Court forbids the spread of this matter, so people usually don't mention it. It's normal that you don't know. In truth, I don't understand much either. I only know that 'Demonic Cult' is a collective term for nine martial world sects, and the Blood Demon Cult is among them."

"Their power is immensely colossal, with experts as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river. There is no evil they won't commit; they are truly a great menace to the common people of the world. However, their main territory of operation is in the north. Traces of them are rarely seen here in the Yangnan Circuit, so you don't need to worry too much, A'Que."

"Furthermore, this matter will naturally attract the attention of the higher-ups. The entire Lingjiang Commandery area will surely undergo a thorough investigation. Those villains likely won't dare show their faces at this time. Just be a little careful, and you'll be fine."

"It's just a pity that the person is already dead. Otherwise, we would have had many ways to extract more detailed information." Boss Song awkwardly scratched his head:"I didn't think he would die either. That old fellow was quite cooperative with us at first. He just suddenly went crazy and dropped dead."

"I heard A'Yi mention this. The Demonic Cult has a multitude of secret techniques that we cannot possibly understand fully. It's not impossible that, as you guessed, the person's life was linked to the ghost within the cauldron."

"Or perhaps that cauldron was extremely valuable. This person only feigned cooperation initially, still hoping in his heart that the Blood-Robed Venerable would come to save him. Later, when the cauldron was destroyed, he knew he couldn't survive either, so he chose death to avoid further torment."

"You don't need to take this matter to heart too much, A'Que. Even if he were alive, we might not have been able to extract any useful information. After all, if the Demonic Cult operated so conspicuously, they would have been annihilated by the Imperial Court long ago; they wouldn't have been able to cause disasters until now." What's done is done. Song Que nodded and said no more. A moment later, Wu Yi brought two more people inside.

"Milord, we have the results!"

"Speak!" Wu Tian sat up straight and spoke in a deep voice.

"According to our preliminary investigation, Lu Chengcai has murdered no less than four hundred people over the past seven years, primarily mountain villagers in the vicinity. He personally cultivated a group of bandits to capture people for him, and the disposal of the corpses was also handled by this group."

"The members of the Black Tiger Gang might have been unaware, or they might have had their suspicions but chose to ignore them. In any case, they definitely aided the villains in their deeds. Just how deeply involved they are will require further investigation." Hearing the number of victims, everyone present simultaneously drew in a breath of cold air. Four hundred people! Even Giant Willow Village didn't have that many people! Smash!

Unable to hold back his fury, Old Wu smashed the table and roared angrily:"That damned old thief!"

"Regardless of whether the others are involved or not, escort them all back to Qinghe County! The Zhenfusi personnel will personally interrogate them later!"

"Understood!" The several men simultaneously cupped their fists and accepted the order.

"Prepare to return. I will report to the County Magistrate; this time, we must exterminate the bandit groups in the Huanglian Mountains!" Wu Tian said with deep hatred. Everyone felt their righteous indignation boiling. After all, everything that had happened was thanks to the disasters caused by these bandits. Otherwise, Yellow Leaf Town wouldn't be in the dead-end state it was today. Acting as swiftly as he spoke, Old Wu operated with the speed of thunder and the urgency of wind.

Not long after arriving, he had several carts of evidence packed up and was escorting a large group of people rolling toward Qinghe County. Feng Han couldn't jump out of this shithole. He, along with his eldest disciple Yue Chao and several high-ranking members of the Black Tiger Gang, were all hauled onto the carts. From this moment on, the Black Tiger Gang existed in name only.

After seeing off Wu Tian's group, that old fellow Lu Ji rubbed his hands together with a sly grin:"You two, there is still a lot of 'evidence' left at the Black Tiger Gang. How should we handle it?" Wu Yi wasn't well-versed in this sort of thing yet, so Song Que made the decision for him:"Brother Yi and I will take three portions each. Two portions will be distributed to the subordinates. Lord Lu, how about you take two portions?"

Having merely been a bystander since yesterday, and knowing his fists weren't as hard as theirs, Lu Ji naturally had no objections and very readily agreed. The two smiled wickedly as they led Wu Yi towards Old Feng's house, teaching Brother Yi a masterclass on the true, profound meaning of solving a case and confiscating property.... The Mayor secretly cultivated villains to rob wealth and seize lives. The Black Tiger Gang aided the wicked and colluded in doing evil.

Both parties had their evidence secretly gathered by the Constabulary and were caught red-handed. On that very day, they were taken away by the County Officials. Hearing this announcement that morning, the residents of Yellow Leaf Town were utterly enraged. The Mayor was dead, so nothing could be done about him. But the remaining members of the Black Tiger Gang, who used to strut around and flaunt their might all day, became like street rats. They were hunted down and beaten all over town.

Many couldn't bear it and had to run to the Constabulary, begging to be locked up in the main prison and surrendering themselves. They didn't care what charges they were slapped with, as long as they could escape the crazed mob outside. In just a short while, the dungeon was packed tight with people. The officials had no choice but to post a bizarre notice stating that they would stop arresting criminals for the next few days and requested that they go elsewhere to turn themselves in.

Only then did they manage to drive away these desperate people. Boss Song was unaware of this amusing incident. After having lunch with Wu Yi, he pocketed two thousand taels in banknotes and leisurely headed back. During this time, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration at Old Feng's ability to amass wealth. It had only been a little over two years since they last met. What a talent!