Hero Cultivation System

"Cut, chop."

"Clang"

Liang Gong jumped up into the air, cut down the newly hung signboard of "Jing'an Freight" with one knife, and then chopped it into pieces with two or two knives.

"What, do you have any objections?" He glanced sideways at the gangsters who were far away from him and didn't dare to say a word. Dozens of them looked like frightened deer and shook their heads desperately.

Nima, you are the king of men! Brothers are afraid of you.

Seeing helplessly that the signboard that had been put up for less than three days was smashed into pieces. All the gangsters in Jingan Freight, faced with this bird hero who can fly four to five meters high with a casual jump, As silent as a cicada.

How can we not be afraid? A few months ago, the same person in front of us severely injured their leader in the same place and fled with his bodyguards. It was also the same person who forced the Jing'an Association to close down and all the brothers had to hide. It has been a rather depressing year in the countryside.

It took a lot of effort until the leader of the club called everyone back together, put up a new sign, and put on new uniforms. It took two days of leisure and relaxation. Finally, I feel proud. Is it easy for you guys?

But today during the day, they were actually attacked by a large number of Chuncheng people who were once lambs in their eyes. Even though everyone was full of breath, the people in Chuncheng were so numerous that the brothers could only close the door and pretend to be cowards.

At night, when everyone was still discussing how to express this tone tomorrow and waiting for instructions from above, the evil star suddenly came to the door again.

"Everyone, listen to me. Take off your Jing'an Society uniforms and throw them here." Liang Gong pointed his knife at the ground at the gate.

Take off your clothes.

Alas! People had to lower their heads under the eaves. Everyone in Jing'an Hall looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, under the leadership of the little leader, they took turns taking off their uniforms with the word "Jing" embroidered on them. Come down and throw it on the ground.

It was past midnight, and even though the early spring in Spring City came early, the night temperature was still very low, and some of the shirtless Jing'an congregants were shivering from the cold.

Liang Gong picked up the entire bucket of red paint that he had originally brought and poured it on top, creating a shocking red dot.

"Aren't you superstitious about force? You are superstitious about whoever has the bigger fist can speak. Okay, now my fist is bigger and my knife is sharper. I speak. It doesn't matter if there are more people than you rabble. Do you dare to come up? Come on! I’m just standing here, come over and stab me!”

He looked around the crowd, and wherever he looked, everyone bowed their heads and said nothing: "Humph, you are just a group of people who bully good and fear evil, and are just vampires who make a living by bullying the people. What kind of Jing'an meeting? I Pooh."

"The people of Chuncheng have proven by their actions today that they don't like you morons. The Jing'an Society has no chance to come back to life in Chuncheng. I told you last time that if people from the Jing'an Society show up again, I will kill every one I see. "

"Today I was supposed to fulfill my promise and kill you all, but God has mercy on me. I'll give you one last chance after slapping myself in the mouth. I will use this bucket of paint instead of your blood. Next time... Hehe, next time you will... Dye the earth red with your own blood."

Liang Gong slowly raised the dragon-slaying knife, and waves of fierce and fierce sword energy surged toward the crowd. Even the two leaders, the two early-stage Houtian leaders, couldn't bear it and took several steps back. The other members of the congregation who were less skilled in martial arts They were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground with pale faces. Some of the weak ones became incontinent on the spot and foamed at the mouth.

The infuriating Qi suddenly disappeared, and the ferocious sword Qi disappeared in an instant. Everyone finally regained their breath, as if they had just escaped from death. However, the ant feeling of controlling life and death in the hands of others has been deeply rooted in everyone's heart. .

"You always have to pay back when you come out to hang out. The rivers and lakes are too deep for cannon fodder like you to survive. If you continue to hang out in the underworld, one day you will either die by my knife or die at the hands of others. From now on I hope to see you live and work in peace and contentment, find a good job, and support your family. Maybe your life is not satisfactory, but it is better than being killed by me."

The word "fall" was still echoing in the air, and suddenly everyone's eyes blurred, and the big evil star had disappeared.

The temperature was still very low at night in early spring, and the cool night breeze made everyone feel chilly.

A group of people thought carefully in their hearts. The hero Fei Niao was right. These little guys are just cannon fodder waving flags and shouting. They eat meat and drink soup. They can only share some residue. If something goes wrong, the incense master and the helm master will The master hid far away one by one, but asked them to face the big evil star Birdman directly. Thinking about how miserable they were, it's not like this kind of underworld can be mixed up.

Dozens of people stood quietly at the big iron gate. For a long time, someone finally put down the knife and stick in his hand and walked out without looking back. Then the second, third, and one by one the gangsters threw away their weapons and disappeared with their heads lowered. In the darkness, there is no one.

The next morning, while many Chuncheng husbands were complaining to their mothers-in-law that they had no eggs to eat, many Chuncheng people who had gotten up early to do morning exercises passed by the properties owned by the Jing'an Society. All they saw were empty doors and broken signs. He fell to the ground and saw a shocking sight of his uniform covered in red paint.

Soon, these scenes were photographed and spread throughout Chuncheng City. People in Chuncheng were so excited that they rushed to the place where the eggs were thrown yesterday to find out.

When they saw the same scene, everyone was satisfied. Those who should go to work went to work, and those who should go to school went to school. The only difference was that everyone was full of confidence. Even if a few guys who looked like gangsters came towards them, no one Take it seriously, all the heroes are walking in the middle of the road, but these little gangsters are walking timidly and huddled close to the roadside.

When the sun rises, there is almost no gangster in the entire Chuncheng city. People in Chuncheng know that their peaceful days are back, and this time they are not bystanders, this time they have contributed.

The Chuncheng people themselves have proved one thing: as long as they can unite together, all reactionaries are paper tigers in front of the people.

"Boss, I've given you all the materials I found. I hope your father can fulfill his duties as a public security director this time, clean up the Jing'an Society, and give the people of Chuncheng a peaceful and stable living environment." Liang Gong and Huang Rongrong stood on the pedestrian bridge, looking at the busy scene of people coming and going below. Of course, they also saw the confidence and smiles of Chuncheng people.

"Don't worry, this time the old men in our family have united together and are ready to show off their skills. We will definitely not let Jing'an resurrect." The plain-faced Huang Rongrong spoke more convincingly than before. Liang Gong nodded and decided. Trust them once.

"By the way, little birdie, what's next?"

Liang Gong thought for a while and said: "If you cut the grass without removing the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze. I won't make the same mistake again this time."

"You mean... the Emei Sect."

"Well, the Emei Sect is not stable one day, and the Jing'an Society may come back to life at any time. I can't stay in Chuncheng to control everyone all the time, so I need the help of the three of you and Hemorrhoids. Please..."