xymnovel Chapter 39 "If you're not full, your fists won't have any strength."
Chapter 39 "If you're not full, your fists won't have any strength."
Song Jiang and Wu Yong followed Liu Bei out of the granary gate.
Lei Heng had already left to make arrangements for his men.
Sun Sheng, along with Wu Song and a dozen or so brothers, headed towards the north of the city, their expressions excited and their aura murderous.
Outside the official granary gate, only Liu Bei and his two companions remained.
"Brother, where are we going now?" Song Jiang asked.
Liu Bei looked up at the sky; the afternoon sun was blazing.
"Let's go somewhere where we can see things clearly."
As he spoke, he strolled toward a street on the outskirts of Xiawazi.
On that street, there is a three-story teahouse called "Wangyuelou," which is the tallest building in the vicinity.
Liu Bei went in first.
Seeing that the three were well-dressed and had a composed demeanor, the tea server immediately greeted them with a beaming smile.
"Gentlemen, please come upstairs!"
Wu Yong waved his fan and laughed, "Find us a seat by the window, one that can see the street leading to the entrance of the Xia Wazi."
The tea master, with his keen eye, immediately understood and led the three to a best private room on the third floor.
Opening the window here, you can see the entrance to the low, messy shantytown of Xiawazi in the distance, as well as the activity of the surrounding streets and alleys.
We ordered three cups of tea and several plates of dried fruit.
As Song Jiang looked at Liu Bei's calm profile, his heart was still churning with turmoil.
He simply couldn't understand how much was going on in Brother Chao Gai's head.
Just then, Lei Heng came up from downstairs, covered in sweat.
"Brother, everything's arranged." He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp. "I've had the brothers disguise themselves as ordinary people and keep watch over the several intersections outside Xiawazi. As soon as we make our move, I guarantee not even a fly will get out, and the government won't bother us."
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Xiawazi.
Sun Sheng walked in front, followed by a dozen or so of his men.
Wu Song, however, seemed oblivious to everything around him.
He just felt a little thirsty.
"Brother Sun Sheng," he said.
"Commander Wu, what are your orders?" Sun Sheng quickly turned around.
Wu Song pointed to a small tavern on the street with a sign that read "Three Bowls to Kill".
"To get things done, you have to have a drink first."
"If you're not full, you won't have the strength in your fists."
Sun Sheng was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused.
With things so urgent, how can you still be in the mood for drinking?
Seeing Wu Song's serious expression, he didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly nodded.
"The captain is right! Please come in!"
The group entered the tavern.
The tavern was dimly lit, with only a few tables occupied.
Wu Song didn't sit down, but stood in front of the counter.
"Waiter, bring me three bowls of wine."
The shopkeeper brought over three bowls of cloudy rice wine.
Wu Song picked up a bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
He picked up another bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
He drank three bowls in a row and then wiped his mouth.
"Walk."
Sun Sheng paid the bill, and a group of people followed him out of the tavern, completely bewildered.
Less than twenty steps further on, there was another tavern.
Wu Song stopped in his tracks.
"Brother Sun Sheng."
"Head constable?"
"drink wine."
Sun Sheng's face twitched, but he still led Wu Song inside.
He downed three bowls of wine as usual.
When Wu Song came out of the second tavern, his face was flushed and he began to walk unsteadily.
Sun Sheng and his men began to feel uneasy.
Sir, are you drunk?
But when they reached the door of the third tavern, Wu Song stopped again.
"drink……"
Sun Sheng's face turned almost green. He stammered, "Chief...Chief, the Black Tiger Gang's casino is just ahead. Shouldn't we...take care of business first?"
Wu Song glanced at him sideways and let out a drunken burp.
"Only when you're full can you have the energy to get things done."
Having no other choice, Sun Sheng had to accompany him into the third tavern.
Three more bowls of wine.
When Wu Song staggered out of the third tavern, he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.
Sun Sheng and his men were all ashen-faced.
It’s over.
That's it, everything's over.
The savior they invited had already passed out from drinking before even seeing the enemy.
What kind of nonsense is this?!
Just as Sun Sheng was in despair, Wu Song stopped at the entrance of the largest courtyard on the street corner.
At the entrance to the courtyard hung two black lanterns with two large characters painted in white on them: "Tiger's Den".
Four burly men stood at the entrance, staring menacingly at the pedestrians on the street.
This is now the Black Tiger Gang's stronghold, and also the largest casino in Xiawazi.
Sun Sheng was about to warn Wu Song to be careful.
But then Wu Song took a deep breath, and his previously somewhat dazed eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light.
He staggered to the gate and lifted his right foot.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
The door, made of two-inch-thick wooden planks, was kicked in half by him!
Amidst the flying sawdust, Wu Song swayed as he walked inside.
He shouted something in a voice heavily reeking of alcohol.
"Your grandpa, Wu Song, is here to cause trouble!"
The casino was bustling with noise and filled with smoke.
Hundreds of gamblers surrounded several large tables, shouting "Big" and "Small" at the top of their lungs.
Wu Song's kick and roar instantly silenced the entire casino.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared in astonishment at the doorway.
A burly man, reeking of alcohol, stood unsteadily at the doorway, the door panel shattered beneath his feet.
"Where did this drunkard come from! He's got a death wish!"
At the table closest to the door, a bald, burly man slammed his fist on the table, grabbed a long bench, and smashed it down on Wu Song's head.
Sun Sheng and his men were on tenterhooks.
Wu Song appeared to be so drunk that he could not stand steadily, and his body swayed as if he was about to fall.
The bench whizzed past him, grazing his scalp, and crashed to the ground with a thud.
Before the bald man could make another move, Wu Song, who looked like he was about to fall, turned around smoothly.
His left foot lashed out like an iron whip, striking the man squarely in the knee.
There was a crisp "snap" sound.
The bald man let out a scream that sounded inhuman, clutched his leg which was bent at an odd angle, and collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
This scene made everyone gasp in shock.
The thugs in the casino reacted, roaring as they grabbed the knives and clubs at hand and pounced on the attack like wolves.
Seeing this, Sun Sheng shouted, "Brothers, grab your weapons!"
He was about to lead his men to help when Wu Song stumbled and turned around, blocking his way.
"A bunch of worthless bastards, we don't need you."
Wu Song muttered to himself, but his movements were like those of a tiger that had broken into a flock of sheep.
He staggered, as if he might fall at any moment, but with each step, he dodged the slashing knives and clubs with perfect timing.
His fists moved like a drunkard, completely haphazard, throwing punches and kicks haphazardly.
But every punch carries immense force.
A thug raised his knife and slashed down. Wu Song ducked down, as if he wanted to crawl under the table.
The thug slashed at nothing, about to change his move.
Wu Song's fist, from an unbelievable angle, slammed heavily into his chin from below.
The thug didn't even utter a sound before his eyes rolled back and he fell straight backward, blood mixed with broken teeth gushing from his mouth.
Another thug attacked from behind, sweeping a stick at Wu Song's lower back.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Wu Song leaned back abruptly without turning around.
That seemingly casual gesture contained the power to collapse a mountain.
"Bang!"
The thug felt as if he had been hit by a charging bull, screaming as he flew backward, overturning a gambling table.
Jade Ring Steps, Mandarin Duck Feet.
Wu Song incorporated this trump card of his skill into his drunken state.
It appears to be on the verge of collapse, but in reality, its base is as stable as Mount Tai.
It may seem like there's no strategy at all, but every move is deadly.
In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, twenty or thirty thugs from the Black Tiger Gang were lying on the ground in the casino lobby, groaning in pain, unable to get up again.
The remaining gamblers and thugs were terrified and scrambled back to the backyard.
In the entire hall, only Wu Song remained, still standing unsteadily.
"Where are they? Where have they all gone?"
Wu Song let out a burp and kicked over a gambling table.
"Get that...you heartless, rotten tiger out here and see me!"
"What arrogance!"
The back door opened, and an exceptionally burly man slowly walked in.
Black-hearted Tiger, Meng Zhanpeng.
Meng Zhanpeng looked at his subordinates rolling on the ground, then at the drunken, burly man at the door, and finally at Sun Sheng.
"What, you want revenge?"
Wu Song squinted and sized him up.
"Are you that tiger?"
He pointed his finger at Meng Zhanpeng's nose, his tongue practically lolling out.
"Come here and give me a leg massage."