Chapter 178 The Deadly Old Demon
The North District is the most mysterious place in the walled city. It occupies the least land and has no villagers.

There is only a group of people wearing Prajna demon masks entering and leaving the area all day long, and no one knows whether they are human or demon under the mask; these people speak poor Cantonese but control the other three areas like arbitrators.

District Three even pays out a huge amount of profits as tribute every quarter!
Just because these people wear long white robes all day long and move like ghosts, they are called white ghosts by people in the city.

The place where this group of white ghosts are located is surrounded by high walls and deep courtyards. The more than three-meter-high wall surrounds the entire northern area. There is a double layer of barbed wire on the wall. There is a guard tower every hundred meters, and gunmen with ghost masks patrol it 24 hours a day. Such tight security is like a city within a walled city.

There were curious villagers who tried their best to sneak in and find out what was going on, but without exception, these people eventually disappeared!

In fact, the Walled City was still covered by Tornado ten years ago, but since some time ago, a group of white ghosts in white robes broke into the Walled City. Tornado fought with the leader for three days and three nights but was eventually defeated and was forced to live in a small town in the Central District, and was not allowed to step out at will for ten years!

Just because of the tornado, the Walled City has become like this in ten years! Prostitution, gambling and drugs are rampant.

The main door that was originally tightly closed was now wide open because of one person.

Hai Ye from the East District had a face as gloomy as ink, as if someone had dug up his ancestral grave.

Similarly, the younger brothers behind him were all silent and followed Hai Ye closely.

It was no wonder that they were in a bad mood. Just last night, the powerful and domineering Wang Jiu unexpectedly died in the West District, and it was Song Tianen, the damn nemesis of the East District, who did it.

At this point, except for the high-level paraplegic Kuang Dao, the other three of the Four King Kongs of the East District all died at the hands of Song Tianen.

Chen Guohai couldn't bear it any longer even if he had to hold back his shit and pee!

But Feng Zhao fed these vultures 100 million US dollars before he died. The people in the North District have secretly warned him not to touch the people in the South District. However, if he wants to attack the South District for revenge, there is still a way, that is to use money to feed these greedy "white ghosts" in the North District!

Led by several teams of "white ghosts", Chen Guohai turned left and right and came to a building that looked like a closed bunker.

This building has only two floors, but strangely, it has no doors or windows. It is an integrated whole and looks like a coffin.

Moreover, the weather is often gloomy. Although it is the hottest time of summer, the temperature here is several degrees lower than outside.

Even though Chen Guohai comes once every quarter, he always feels uncomfortable every time he comes.

As if it knew he was coming, the black middle door of the coffin-like building slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black passage.

Chen Guohai paused for a moment, hooked his finger, and asked the people behind him to follow him in.

When the last person stepped into the room, there was a bang! The black door closed automatically!
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Wow!
The sensor lights on both sides of the deep passage sensed the vibration of Chen Guohai and others' footsteps, and one after another, the dim green lights lit up.

The dim green light shining on the mask of the white ghost leading the way in front looked even more eerie and terrifying, making people feel uncomfortable.

After passing through several narrow doors in succession, the view in front of me suddenly opened up.

Different from the deep passage!

The hall in front is quite spacious and well-lit.

There were dozens of white ghosts sitting cross-legged on both sides of the hall. When they heard the noise, they turned around one by one. The eyes in the Prajna ghost masks were full of scrutiny. Of course, there were also a dozen guys with dull expressions without masks among them.

In the center of the hall there is a statue that is more than three meters high!
No, this should not be called a deity, because there is no deity in this world that is as evil and huge as this one! It should be called an evil ghost.

The image of an evil ghost, with tangled muscles and bones, long stone hair flying wildly, and a triangle on the head!

It's just a stone statue, but it's so lifelike that it makes people feel cold.

Chen Guohai whispered: "Rakshasa!"

"You should call him God, Chen Guohai."

Although the voice was not loud, an old voice echoed throughout the hall.

Under the statue, there was a silver-haired old man sitting cross-legged with his back to Chen Guohai.

Chen Guohai raised his eyebrows: "Ha! Deadly old demon Mao Li Xiuhong, you have been abandoned by Xi Chengyong of Luosha Sect for more than ten years, but you are still so pious."

What he said actually proved that Chen Guohai and Bai Gui seemed to know each other's background.

"I am a member of the Holy Church in life and I will be a member of the Holy Church in death." The old man named the Deadly Old Demon turned around and first examined Chen Guohai: "I was wondering why you sounded so arrogant today, it turns out that your Golden Bell Cover has made a breakthrough!"

"But, is this what you rely on?"

I saw a large amount of frost on the ground spreading from the cushion under Maori Xiuhong, and it would soon reach Chen Guohai's feet.

Chen Guohai did continuous backflips to dodge, but the younger brothers behind him were very unlucky. They were instantly attacked by the evil cold energy and turned into human ice sculptures.

But the coldness only stopped there, as if it was just a warning to him.

Chen Guohai, who had regained his balance, looked horrified: "You guys also have a breakthrough?"

The deadly old demon Mao Li Xiuhong turned around and looked at Chen Guohai with wolf-like eyes: "Hahaha, I can feel that the world seems to be changing. The spring of warriors like you and me is about to come again. Since you, a traitor of the White Lotus Sect, can break through, why can't I take this opportunity to make another big step forward?"

Chen Guohai was speechless for a moment, and the joy of his breakthrough in supernatural power suddenly disappeared, but this was also within his expectations.

"Chen Guohai, why are you here when the March tribute day hasn't arrived yet?"

"Old devil, the three districts of Kowloon Walled City have been divided for many years. I think it's time for some changes. Today, I have perfected my golden bell. Why don't you let me manage all three districts? I will give you an extra 20% profit return every quarter!"

"Hahaha, Ah Hai, you are really ambitious! But you expect me to believe you with just two sentences?" Mao Li Xiuhong said indifferently while playing with the two blue cloud stones in his hand.

"Old demon, I know you've been amassing wealth like crazy just to win the favor of the leader Xicheng Yong and return to the Luosha Sect! But how long will it take you to receive the ransom of one billion US dollars? As long as you hand over all three districts to me, I will only need five years. No! Three years will definitely give you what you want."

The deadly old demon lowered his eyelids, and his expression was unclear, as if he was considering the pros and cons.

The previous division of the city into three areas was due to the fear that one company would dominate the market, especially since Chen Guohai was ambitious and had a rebellious nature.

If he really takes over the three districts, his power will surely expand rapidly. No need to guess, everyone knows that he will definitely fight back after he becomes powerful.

But what this person said was also right. When would he receive the ransom of one billion US dollars? He was now very old, and his only goal was to return to the Holy Church. The Kowloon Walled City was just a temporary tool for him to make money, and he would discard it after he had used it.

For a moment, the hall fell into silence.

After thinking for a long time, the deadly old demon raised his eyelids.

"Ah Hai, I can give you the three districts, but I have a test for you. If you can do it, I will naturally believe that you have the ability to make money."

Chen Guohai raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, laughed and said, "Old demon, as long as you don't ask me to reach for the moon, what can't I do?" "Boy, self-confidence is a good thing, but overconfidence is arrogance! Ten years ago, the Central District Tornado fought with me for three days and three nights. I was lucky enough to defeat him and made a ten-year agreement that he would not leave the Central District within ten years. Now the ten-year deadline is up, and this person will definitely come back. Why don't you take off his head for me! After that, you can play with the Third District however you want, and I won't ask."

"How about it, are you brave enough to take on this trial?"

"What a great way to drive away wolves and tigers!" Chen Guohai cursed in his heart. He was of course aware of Tornado's name. His whirlwind fist had once been popular in Hong Kong for a long time.

But, what does it matter! He is now at the eighth level of the Golden Bell Cover. As long as the opponent's fist is not a cannon, what is there to fear?

As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Judging from this person's style, it can be predicted that he will definitely have a fight with me when he comes out.

Then let's bring this duel forward!
Chen Guohai already had a plan in mind: "Tornado, right? This time tomorrow, I'll bring his head to see you!"

After saying that, he shook off his leather jacket, turned around and left with his little brothers behind him.

However, when he walked over, he used the corner of his eye to glance at the white ghosts who had taken off their masks.

Some of them looked very familiar, and looking at their empty eyes, they looked like human puppets.

He was secretly shocked in his heart: "What a powerful Yan Luo Jin, he can actually refine those foreign police superintendents who often appear on TV into puppets! No wonder this deadly old demon has been stable in the city for so many years, and he actually has this skill. It's quite interesting!"

The miniature camera hidden in his sleeve kept clicking away.
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Central District, No. 1 Hair Salon.

It is called a barber shop, but it is actually just a small stall with only a few seats.

A few old men were holding newspapers and chatting with each other.

Tornado, who has short silver-white hair, is conscientiously cleaning the beard of an old man.

Not long after, Yong Bo, who had a scruffy beard, looked a little younger in Tornado's hands.

Tornado pointed a hand mirror at Uncle Yong: "Uncle Yong, how is it? Are you satisfied?"

Yong Bo twisted his cheeks left and right and immediately gave a thumbs up: "Along! I trust your craftsmanship in the entire city."

Tornado smiled and said, "Uncle Yong, you may have to learn how to shave yourself in the future."

After hearing what Tornado said, not only did Yong Bo suddenly stop, but all the other uncles in the room put down their newspapers and looked at Tornado.

"Aaron's ten-year period has arrived?"

Tornado smiled but didn't answer.

"Ah! Aaron, you are already old, why bother to care about the ups and downs of the world? Just stay in the Central District and let Xinyi and his bastards take care of you in your old age."

"Yes! Yes! What Yong Bo said is right. Don't act on impulse. I heard that other areas of the city are in chaos and there have been constant disputes recently! Only in the South District seems a guy named Song Tianen who seems to be quite righteous! Why are you still fighting with those people at your age?"

"Aaron, your lung cancer seems to be getting worse. Even if you get out, what's the use? After fighting that bald guy and those weird guys in the North District, your body won't be able to handle it!"

Tornado patted Yong Bo's shoulder and looked outside. Although he didn't say anything, he was very determined in his heart: "Yes, I don't have many days left to live. I must take advantage of the whirlwind fist to clear out the village! Completely eradicate prostitution, gambling and drugs, and restore peace and prosperity to the village."

But at this moment, a great fear suddenly arose in his heart!
There is a large shadow approaching rapidly in the pupil.

"Uncle Yong, Uncle Shui, Uncle Guang, get out of the way!"

boom!
Doors and windows exploded.

Two bodies shot forward.

Those were his two most loyal disciples!
Shinichi and Sizi (also known as A——V)

The two bodies crashed heavily into Shui Bo and other old men.

There was a crackling sound of bones exploding, and several elderly people died instantly after their bones burst due to the huge impact.

In particular, Yong Bo, who had just had a heart-to-heart talk with Tornado, was knocked into the wooden cabinet behind him, and various sharp wooden stakes pierced him.

Yong Bo, who was still alive and bleeding from his mouth, did not forget to remind Tornado: "Along, stay alive. You don't owe it to the city. Live for yourself for one day." After saying that, he tilted his head and died.

Xinyi and Sizi covered their chests and groaned in pain, obviously seriously injured.

Veins bulged out from the corners of Tornado's eyes.

His whole body was shaking with excitement, and his fists were clenched tightly, making loud crackling noises.

He stared with anger at the burly bald man who was slowly approaching!
"Chen! Guo! Hai!" Tornado muttered the name of the man opposite him almost word by word with gritted teeth.

"Hahahaha! How's that Tornado? How was the visit just now?"

Chen Guohai looked at the gentle and seemingly a little thin man opposite him. Although he said the most arrogant words, his eyes were secretly on guard. The man in front of him was still furious because of him.

Although this tactic may make the opponent lose his mind, it can also make him explode.

This man's name used to linger in his ears like a nightmare. Ten years ago, he was just a dwarf mule in front of this man. It was the deadly old demon who forced him away, and only then did he rise!

But when they met again, Chen Guohai suddenly felt relieved.

I just want to use my fists to smash the unbearable past.

"I am now at the peak of my career, and I am the only one in the entire East District. Why would I be afraid of a has-been brother like you? I will kill you! The Walled City is mine."

Chen Guohai had a hot temper and raised his fist immediately.

"Sun Punch!"

The fist as big as a sand bowl came with a vicious wind. Perhaps it was due to the refraction of light, but there seemed to be a layer of golden light covering Chen Guohai's fist.

Tornado seemed to be extremely angry: "I want to see how much progress you, a bald guy, have made in the past ten years. Are you still incapable of taking twenty moves from me?"

At the same time, secretly gather luck in your hands!

"Nonsense! Now I can do not only 20 moves, but also 100 or 1,000 moves!"

Facing this extremely vicious punch, Tornado easily moved slightly to the side like a willow branch to avoid the heavy punch. At the same time, his right arm shot out like lightning, gathering the powerful internal force into his palm, and instantly blasted out three palms. He naturally knew that Chen Guohai had the skill of horizontal training.

Although these three palms were delivered gently, they created a wave-like impact force that blasted towards the big boss.
(End of this chapter)