Chapter 27
Bai Lang's figure brought a gust of wind, just like the Bengal tiger in Thailand, the wind arrived before the person arrived. Since the bodyguards and even the leader were carrying guns, including automatic rifles, Bai Lang had to kill his opponent before he could cross-fire - otherwise, with his kung fu, it would be difficult for him to escape.
Bai Lang swung his palm like a tiger, before the bodyguard in front of him could turn the gun around - the bodyguard was pulling the trigger and firing at the door, and only saw something rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye. Bai Lang slapped the man's side with his palm, and his internal force turned him into a cannonball, blasting towards the bodyguards.
This was pure strength. With one palm strike, the man had turned into a mass of rotten flesh, but the force still pushed him out. Bai Lang had read about a type of palm power in a martial arts novel called Xin Jin Huo Chuan Shen Gong, which could easily transmit one's internal force through multiple people and directly transmit it to the target to explode. It could even wrap up the internal force of those who served as "channels" and turn it into a raging attack.
Bai Lang was far from being able to match this kind of magical skill, and now he was just using his strength to turn people into meat bombs. But it seemed to be really useful. The dead bodyguard who flew out collided with a bodyguard holding an automatic rifle. Both of them made terrible sounds of broken bones, and then collapsed into a heap - the kinetic energy was exhausted here.
Bai Lang had killed two people, but he did not stop. When his right hand slapped out, his left hand was ready to strike. After approaching the second person, he grabbed the man with his left tiger claw, and the man's arm was torn off with blood splattering - at this time, even if the remaining person wanted to open fire, he could not do so because the man's body just happened to completely block Bai Lang.
Bai Lang once again tiptoed and changed the direction, this time also using full force. The marble floor exploded, and the gravel flew like shrapnel. The gravel was enough to make people bleed, but Bai Lang had the magical power of the Golden Bell Cover, so these stones didn't hurt at all. The exploded stones made those people stunned for a moment, and they also instinctively dodged.
This was the end of their lives. The guns that had already turned around stopped firing for a brief moment. Bai Lang bypassed the bleeding bodyguard and grabbed two bodyguards with his left and right hands. He used his tiger claws to tear and pinch the two bodyguards and turned them into blood gourds in the blink of an eye. The last bodyguard was also kicked in half by Bai Lang's sweeping kick.
Bai Lang straightened up and shook off the blood on his hands, but he still turned very swiftly. The leader was still holding the weapon. This guy couldn't keep up with Bai Lang's movements. After a blur, his wrist hurt. The gun had fallen and his wrist was already a complicated fracture. "I ask, you answer." A hand pressed him into the sofa, and Bai Lang sat down opposite the leader.
The guy with the broken hand was wailing very softly, and the massive blood loss seemed to have almost killed him. What Bai Lang wanted to know was who advocated killing him, who was responsible, and who should he find to end this matter? All this depended on whether the leader in front of him would cooperate or not. This leader was much more mature than the young man, and knew that he would definitely die, but he couldn't pretend to be a tough guy anymore - Bai Lang's internal force method of forcing a confession was almost impossible for ordinary people without internal force to solve.
After obtaining satisfactory information, Bai Lang did not torture the leader, but smashed his head with a punch to kill him. Bai Lang washed his hands in the house, changed his clothes and went out - he also had to race against time to catch those who decided and were responsible for this matter before they knew that the situation had changed and ran away.
"Finally, there is no need to interrogate him anymore. I can just kill my opponent directly." Bai Lang felt a lot more relaxed. After all, this kind of thing was indeed very troublesome. However, it was also good for training one's martial arts. Facing the high-speed combat with guns could really hone a person better than simple training.
At this time, Bai Lang's true meaning of the tiger form has been further developed, and the artistic conception of the tiger has been completely integrated into his martial arts. From then on, every move he made was like a tiger, and the tiger claws and the palm power imitating the tiger palms were even further developed, and they already had a charm. "One hand is a tiger claw, and both hands facing each other are a tiger's mouth..." Bai Lang gestured as he hurried on his way, "The continuous palm strikes plus the tiger claws tearing... the damage to ordinary people is absolutely overflowing. Just one palm strike would kill an ordinary person."
Anyway, they have arrived at the place. The two people who really want to hunt him down and put it into action are actually the group's big boss and the boss who is responsible for various dirty work. Others are unwilling to get involved. The whereabouts of these two people have always been very secretive. Fortunately, the boss in charge of drugs really knows their whereabouts. "If I can kill two, I will kill two. If I can't kill one, I will leave and go to Myanmar, Laos, or Vietnam. Anyway, I can practice martial arts anywhere."
Bai Lang stopped in front of a concrete building. "Keeping your whereabouts secret and unpredictable is the best way to save your life... plus a few bodyguards to protect you closely." Bai Lang found it a bit tricky. He had no idea what the layout of the house was like. It seemed that he could only give it a try.
Bai Lang took out a pistol, a PPK pistol he had stolen from a former dead ghost. The drug boss also had two AKs, but Bai Lang didn't want any of them because they were deformed during the fight. The guns in other people's hands were not suitable, at least they were slightly larger in size, and Bai Lang felt that it was not easy to hide them.
The PPK pistol is small in size, highly accurate, and can carry a lot of bullets. At least Bai Lang brought two special magazines and all twenty bullets. "I have thirty-four bullets now, which is generally enough." However, this would test Bai Lang's marksmanship. He has experience in unarmed martial arts, but he has no experience in fighting with a gun.
Bai Lang did not rush in, but hid in the shadows and closed his eyes to rest, simulating the battle in his mind . "It's really not easy to deal with, well, I'll just adapt to the situation." Bai Lang lightly touched the ground, and his hand was already on the air vent about three stories high. Supporting his body with one hand, Bai Lang carefully looked inside.
"Very thick walls..." The first thing he noticed was the thickness of the air vent wall, which seemed to be made of cement. It would be difficult to break it with a physical hammer. After concentrating his inner strength with his eyes, he could see a little bit even in the dark, not to mention that there was light in the house. What Bai Lang saw was a black boxing ring.
The house was a large space with 50 to 60 people, both men and women, all dressed neatly or in evening gowns, probably waiting for the underground fight that was about to begin. "I can't see those two guys." Bai Lang cursed. He didn't recognize the two leaders, and this was the biggest challenge for him.
