Chương 139: A Truly Large Fist

The next morning. Before dawn, Song Que slipped into Qinghe City. He pestered Old Yun for a while, and only after the old fellow gave him a firm promise to send him the latest edition of the Martial World Chronicles every month did he return to Plum Manor satisfied. Instructing Brother Hong to act carefully, Boss Song then took his two underlings and a few pets, secretly sneaking up to the Black Iron Stronghold to focus on cultivation.

During this period, when the danger was unclear, keeping a low profile was the best strategy. At the Black Iron Stronghold, they had three experts equivalent to the Fourth Grade; they wouldn't be without the power to fight back. That was if the worst-case scenario occurred. If the people from the Demonic Cult couldn't find Boss Song, that would naturally be the best. Waiting until his divine art reached grand completion would be the day the Heavenly Saber Song roamed the martial world unhindered!

Carrying dreams of a limitless future, Boss Song tucked his tail and bolted. He only left Lightning behind to make fixed daily trips to Plum Manor to receive letters. Anyone with matters could just send him a message. With the 'virus' rampant in this world, limiting social contact was the absolute best!

Although the bandits thought it was strange that the stronghold leaders mysteriously brought a carriage over the mountains and through the forests into the stronghold, they tactfully kept their mouths shut and curbed their curiosity. They understood a little about 'knowing too much gets you killed'. Just like that, Boss Song's life as the Grand Stronghold Leader began. His soul fragment was officially liberated, once again attaching itself to Lightning to roam the skies.... The Fierce Tiger Gang.

Hearing her nephew say that her husband was actually involved with the Blood Demon Cult, Lu Xiaofeng's face turned as pale as a sheet, as if she were about to faint, and she cried out frantically:"Brother, that's absolutely not true! How could I not know how my Old Feng cultivates? He absolutely has no connection with demonic practitioners! They want to frame him and force my husband to his death!"

"Little Sister, calm down. Didn't Zhongkang say it was only a charge of complicity? Later, I will personally go find Wu Tian to demand an explanation. But in the short term, saving your husband is probably impossible. You must mentally prepare yourself."

"You and A'Hu stay here for now. We will figure things out when Feng Han gets out." Seeing his sister in such agony, Old Lu also felt incredibly heartbroken. He ordered someone to take her back to her room to rest, then instructed:"Zhongkang, for the next few days, take your cousin out for a walk to relax. Encourage him not to be too sorrowful; there is a solution to everything."

"Yes, Father."... Over the next few days, Song Que focused on recuperating at the Black Iron Stronghold, not paying much mind to the trivial matters in the county city. Xiong Ba and Li Xin had secretly gone down the mountain last night to regroup with Zhong Hong; they had an escort mission today. Thus, only Boss Song, Nie Feng, and the pets remained at home. The leisurely and carefree life made one incredibly relaxed.

'Great Poet' Song was struck by poetic inspiration. From morning until now, he had been standing there, looking up at the sky, trying to find inspiration to compose a few great lines of poetry to pass down to future generations. Unfortunately, before he could squeeze out even a single verse, Lightning had already delivered a letter. Depressedly opening the letter to read, Boss Song couldn't help but look up and sigh.

I just wanted to keep a low profile and lay low, but the tree desires stillness yet the wind will not cease! Look at this: that Young Master Hu and his cousin, having investigated Song Que for days with no results, had long grown frustrated and impatient. Today, passing by the organ porridge stall, how could Feng Hu endure knowing it was his enemy's property?

With his cousin's permission, the Little Hu led a group of Fierce Tiger Gang members and smashed Pockmark Luo, the stall, and everything else to pieces to vent his hatred. In the end, unable to resolve the matter, Li Hui had to run to Plum Manor to deliver the news to him. What was there to say? Completely losing his mood, Song Que could only spit out one sentence: There are always unruly subjects trying to me! Boss Song couldn't help but feel a world full of malicious intent directed at him.

Why is it that every time I want peace, trouble falls from the sky? Yet when I intentionally look for trouble, not a single unlucky ghost jumps out to let this Boss vent?! This is f cking bizarre! * It seems I have an affinity with the word 'Tiger'. Today, I'll have to use the Fierce Tiger Gang as the first offering to my blade. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

It was also time to let the people in the city witness Song Que's bowl-sized fists! Having clowns jumping on his head every few days had annoyed Grandee Song to death. He grabbed his saber, mounted his horse, and went down the mountain. Old Lu, wait for it, this brother is coming!... Returning for a quick trip to Aunt Li's place: Pockmark Luo was injured, and the stall was destroyed, making it impossible to stay there. They were currently seeking temporary shelter here.

"Boss Song!"...

"Boss Song, you've returned!" A group of underlings, seeing him return as if they had found their pillar of support, joyfully surrounded him in greeting. Waving his hand to dismiss the crowd, Song Que turned to Li Hui and asked:"Where is Luo Xian? Are his injuries serious?" Leading Boss Song to see the person, Li Hui conveniently explained:"It's not too serious, just bruises and superficial wounds. He's resting in the room." The two pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing Song Que arrive, Pockmark Luo, who was lying on the bed, hurriedly scrambled up and cried out:"Boss Song, you're here! This lowly one failed to protect the property and begs for Boss Song's punishment." Grandee Song smiled nonchalantly:"Rest assured, this has nothing to do with you. Whoever broke it, I will make them pay it back a hundredfold. Since you can still move, Pockmark Luo, that's very good. The two of you, follow me to the Fierce Tiger Gang to identify the people."

"Boss Song..." The two wanted to say something more, but seeing Song Que's majestic gaze sweep over them, they immediately tactfully shut their mouths. They hastily prepared and followed him out the door.... The Fierce Tiger Gang. Looking at the tens of acres of land located in the middle of a bustling street, Boss Song couldn't help but feel envious. He wondered when his Shunfeng Escort Agency would have such a grand storefront.

Smacking his lips in admiration, he led the two men to the front door and shouted to the two lackeys standing guard outside:"Tell Lu Tianxiong to come out and see me!" Damn! Are you tired of living?! Seeing a few brats daring to come to their front door and speak so arrogantly, the guards were furious.

"You brats are courting death!" Bang!!!!!! The one who opened his mouth was mercilessly kicked by Boss Song, flying backward and sticking to the door. Fortunately, he wasn't someone who killed indiscriminately; the kick looked powerful, but it would at most keep the man in bed for a few weeks, not endangering his life. Nodding to the other person, Song Que spoke calmly:"Please trouble yourself to go in and notify them." That person was already pale with fear, secretly rejoicing that he hadn't spoken too quickly.

He hurriedly ran inside, shouting at the top of his lungs:"Someone's smashing the place!" Immediately, several members of the Fierce Tiger Gang threw open the doors and rushed out. Seeing the three people outside, they glared and, without a word, charged forward with weapons in hand. Dealing with these lackeys truly required no effort from Boss Song. Having cultivated the Thousand Hammer Art to a minor accomplishment, he didn't fear ordinary weapons. He didn't even bother drawing his saber.

One punch per person; in just a few breaths, the people who had charged to the front were all rolling on the ground, clutching their arms or stomachs, wailing in pain. More and more people gathered, but surprisingly, no one dared to charge forward. They only formed a wide circle, trapping the three in the middle. Having never experienced such a battle, Li Hui and Luo Xian were already trembling. Their faces pale green, they huddled together behind Song Que.

A moment later, the crowd in front parted to form a path, making way for a few people walking out from behind. The one leading them was Lu Tianxiong.

"Who are you?" Looking at the unfamiliar face, Old Lu shouted coldly.

"Gang Leader Lu is an esteemed person with a short memory. This lowly one is Song Que." Holy sh t! * Lu Tianxiong's eyeballs nearly popped out. It was truly too difficult to connect the person in front of him with the previously elegant and graceful youth! Looking closely at his face, he did find some familiarity. Only then did he somewhat believe it and asked in a deep voice:"Song Que, what is the meaning of you coming here to cause trouble?

Or do you think that with Lingying Temple protecting you, you can do whatever you want?"

"What meaning? I will explain it to you right now."

"Pockmark Luo, how many people came to smash the stall?" Hearing Song Que's question, Pockmark Luo answered with a trembling voice:"Boss... Boss Song... five people."

"Very good!" Nodding, Boss Song turned back to Old Lu and jerked his chin.

"Listen up. Bring those five people out here. Chop off one hand from each of them and pay ten thousand taels of silver for the damages. I will then overlook this matter." Hearing his words, everyone present thought they had misheard. The entire crowd tilted their heads back and laughed uproariously.

"Song dog, you still dare to show your face here and spout arrogant words! Today, I must ask my uncle to cripple you and avenge me!" Feng Hu, walking behind Lu Tianxiong, couldn't hold back a growl. Looking at this extra, Boss Song had naturally forgotten every last trace of him. Not bothering to try and remember, he just sneered coldly.

"It seems you were involved in today's matter. Since you're here, I can't spare you." Seeing Song Que preparing to step forward, Lu Tianxiong took a step out and stared intently at him:"Daring to speak nonsense in front of me, and even wanting to make a move! This old man truly admires you. I wonder who gave you the guts?" Observing a few seconds of silence for Old Lu, Boss Song smiled radiantly. Finally found a top expert to beat up and establish my dominance! It truly wasn't easy!

Raising his fists, which were dark and shiny like cold steel, he smiled and said:"Have any of you ever seen fists this big? Today, I, Boss Song, will show you who gave me courage!" No more nonsense; his goal today was to beat people up! Song Que stomped heavily on the ground, instantly blasting a large crater in the bluestone pavement. His entire body shot toward Lu Tianxiong like a cannonball. His right arm swung back and then punched forward with tremendous force.

The motion was like a blacksmith swinging a massive hammer to strike iron! Iron Family Hammer Art - Flying Body Hammer! The punch was both fast and powerful. The surging, indomitable momentum made Lu Tianxiong feel suffocated, his hair standing on end. Knowing he had encountered a formidable opponent today, he didn't dare be careless. He mobilized all his internal energy, shouted, and curled his hands into claws to block. Tiger Taming Fist Art! Bang!

Old Lu still underestimated Boss Song's brute strength, making the wrong choice to meet force with force. The fierce and overbearing power of this punch exceeded his imagination, forcing Lu Tianxiong to retreat three consecutive steps. A lingering, piercing pain shot through his arm, obviously having his bones infiltrated by the hidden force.

"Fourth Grade!" Lu Tianxiong couldn't help but spit out those two words in shock. Correct guess, but no prize! Song Que couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind, nor did he give him time to rest and talk nonsense. Seizing the initiative step by step, he pressed his advantage without yielding an inch, throwing punches like a torrential storm. Bang... Bang... Bang!!!! A series of dull thuds echoed continuously. Old Lu struggled bitterly to hold on, retreating a long distance.

The bricks and stones beneath his feet were completely pulverized, showing just how much tremendous impact force his body was enduring. The surrounding members of the Fierce Tiger Gang snapped out of their shock. At this moment, even using their knees to think, they knew their Gang Leader was in danger. Without a second word, they roared and charged forward with their weapons.

"Kill!!!!"