Holy body, start with the Five Animal Exercises

Qin Jiang's eyes moved slightly when he heard this, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and an inexplicable sadness surged into his heart.

But in fact, he was very calm at the moment.

He knew that this sadness did not come from him, but was the instinctive reaction of this body.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Wang Minglang raised his head and looked at Qin Jiang. Although his tears could not stop flowing, he still struggled to maintain his composure.

Better than this old man.

He sighed, "I encountered a strange thing when I was on a mission, and I didn't come back. I disappeared."

Qin Jiang nodded when he heard this, "It's okay if I didn't come back. Missing doesn't mean I'm dead."

Wang Minglang also nodded subconsciously, yes, no news is good news.

But. People who disappeared after encountering strange things have a very slim chance of coming back, which is basically a death sentence.

He never thought that one day he would send off a young person. He had high hopes for Qin Hong, and she should have gone further.

When he thought of this, he lowered his eyes slightly, his hair seemed to be a little whiter, and the old age on his body seemed to have become real.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Qin Jiang, "Do you want to join the Red Tiger Gang?"

Qin Jiang nodded, "Yes, I don't want to wait any longer. The city is getting more and more dangerous, I want to get the Red Tiger Fist Manual as soon as possible."

Wang Minglang looked at him with complicated eyes, and kept smoking his big pipe.

Until a layer of light smoke was lingering in the room, he slowly said, "Joining the Red Tiger Gang may kill you."

Qin Jiang sat on the chair, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

Wang Minglang raised his hand slightly, a little stunned, "Hey, that's what I gave to your sister. Forget it, you drink it."

Qin Jiang was stunned, and then drank the wine in one gulp, and immediately a burning sensation flowed down his throat into his stomach.

"Uncle Wang, I know I might die, but if I don't join the Red Tiger Gang, will I not die?"

He looked at Wang Minglang sincerely, "Uncle Wang, in this chaotic world, only those who hold power can survive!

Blindly escaping is nothing but a cowardly act, tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst! It will only lead to self-destruction!"

Wang Minglang's body shook, and his eyes looked at Qin Jiang with trembling eyes. After the shock, he was happy.

He laughed loudly, and tears flashed in his eyes, "Hahahaha! Yes! You are right! I didn't expect that the old man lived for almost a hundred years, but he was confused!"

He grabbed Qin Jiang's wrist, "Let's go! Jiang'er, go to the Red Tiger Gang!"

After leaving the yard, the two went straight to the north gate of the inner city. When passing the gate, Wang Minglang showed a red token, and the county soldiers on guard let him go without even asking.

Qin Jiang took the opportunity to observe that one side of the red token was engraved with the word "Wang", and the other side was a relief of a tiger coming down the mountain.

Entering the inner city, the north city was not closed yet, and there were still many people wandering around.

The inner city had no curfew at the moment, and even the county magistrate himself was encouraging the night market.

Without going in, the two bypassed the north city and headed towards Chongrenfang, one of the sixteen wards.

Not long after, after crossing two small bridges and several streets, they stopped in front of a gambling house.

Qin Jiang looked over and saw that there were many doors in and out of the gambling house. Each door was blocked by two pieces of gray cloth, with "An" written on the left and "Sheng" written on the right.

Together, it was the name of this gambling house - Ansheng Gambling House, which was also the largest gambling house in Heishan City.

Outside the dozen doors of the gambling house, each door was guarded by two gang disciples to prevent those who broke the rules from escaping.

"Look, this is us. This is an industry of the Red Tiger Gang. The two words "Ansheng" are taken from the names of the county magistrate Song Xiaoan and the county lieutenant Long Yuesheng. Anyone with eyes would not dare to make trouble here." Wang Minglang said.

The two men lifted the door curtain and walked in. A smell of cigarettes and a sweet smell of alcohol hit them in the face.

Although there were oil lamps on the pillars everywhere, the gambling house still looked a little dim and chaotic.

All kinds of people walked back and forth. Some people in ragged linen clothes were no better than beggars, and there were also young men in gorgeous clothes hugging girls, holding silver money in their hands and placing bets from time to time.

From time to time, there were bursts of screams, some excited and some annoyed.

Qin Jiang looked at one of the gambling tables with a large number of people. The gamblers had red eyes, hideous faces, and shouted loudly, looking completely crazy.

There were many people lying, sitting, and even squatting on the seats for rest in the corner, but almost everyone looked ashen, which was in sharp contrast to the crazy gamblers on the gambling table.

After a glance, he stopped watching. He had no interest in gambling.

Wang Minglang shook his head. He had seen too many people addicted to gambling, and many of them lost their lives and their families because of this.

Or it can be said that as long as you keep gambling, you will lose everything sooner or later.

"Let's go, let's go inside." He said.

The two of them walked through the gambling table area and came to a slightly larger open area behind the casino.

A huge cabinet was filled with wine and drinks. Outside the edge of the cabinet was a cloth curtain embroidered with a red tiger descending from the mountain.

More than 20 gang members wearing black cloth gathered in front of the cabinet.

Some were drinking, some were smoking opium, and a few were playing mahjong at a table.

One of them was lying on a recliner, and he looked like the boss of the gang.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

At the mahjong table, a gang member came over, with a ferocious face, slightly raised his head, and a kind of condescending arrogance.

Looking at the two people opposite, he couldn't help but feel strange.

Ansheng Casino is not a good place. What is an old man who is about to die bringing a guy who is obviously a virgin here for?

Although this virgin looks tall and is a martial artist, he can tell the temperament at a glance.

His voice was not small, and immediately attracted the attention of the gang members behind him.

"Old Sun, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and come back to play cards!", a person at the Pai Gow table shouted over here.

The little leader who was lying on the recliner was also woken up. He raised his head, frowned and looked at Qin Jiang and the others, and his eyes widened immediately.

Old Sun waved his hand without turning his head, and looked at Wang Minglang, "Did you hear it? Is there something wrong? If not, get out of here! Don't get in the way here!"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the back of his head from behind, and fell directly to the ground.

"Go away! You don't even recognize the Fourth Master?!"

After saying that, the little leader smiled apologetically, looking a little cautious, "Fourth Master, why are you here? Who is this young man?"

He looked at Qin Jiang standing beside him.

"Don't call me the Fourth Master, I'm not one anymore. Who is in charge of the gambling house now?" Wang Minglang asked.

The little leader nodded slightly, "Hey, Fourth Master, it's Elder Nie. The position of the head of our Fourth Hall is vacant, and Elder Nie will take charge."

Speaking of this, his face was a little ugly. Old guy Nie Dongsheng was too demanding for money.

In the past, the head of the hall took 30%, but old guy Nie Dongsheng wanted 50% as soon as he came, and he wanted to increase it to 60% these days! He is simply greedy!

Wang Minglang also frowned slightly when he heard this, why is it this guy?

After thinking for a while, he pulled Qin Jiang up and was about to leave, "This is a bad idea, let's go somewhere else."

But before he took two steps out, the door curtain outside the edge of the cabinet behind him was suddenly lifted.

"Old Wang! Are you in such a hurry to leave! You don't want to accompany me for a drink? Aren't you too disrespectful to me, Old Nie?!"