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Chapter 1140: Targeted
"Hmph, you're not being honest? First, let me give you a taste of my sect's bloodthirsty magic!"
Xuejiu sneered, and with a withered palm carrying a pungent fishy wind, it went straight to hit Tang Long's crown.
Jiang Xiaochuan saw that his palm was faintly bloody, and it was obvious that it was tempered with bloody evil power. If he really pressed it down, Tang Long's skull would be broken.
The chill of death instantly enveloped Tang Long. His hair stood on end, his mind spun rapidly, and he suddenly shouted, "Don't do it! I'm from the Jiang family!"
"I work for Jiang Zhenyue, the Second Master of the Jiang family in Beijing! If you touch me, the Jiang family will never let you go!"
This is his last straw, and his survival depends entirely on this shout.
"Jiang Zhenyue? So what?"
Xuejiu paused for half a second, a sinister smile playing on the corner of his mouth: "When has my Red Blood Sect ever been afraid of threats?"
Before he finished speaking, the palm with a fishy smell pressed down again, and was about to touch Tang Long's scalp.
"stop!"
The blood river behind him suddenly roared.
Xuejiu's hand suddenly froze in mid-air, a trace of unwillingness flashed across his face, but he slowly retracted it.
The Red Blood Sect has a strict hierarchy, and Xuehe is half a level higher than him, so he dare not disobey.
Xuehe frowned and walked up to Tang Long, his cloudy eyes full of hesitation: "You said you work for Jiang Zhenyue?"
He had heard of Jiang Zhenyue a long time ago. He was a cunning and treacherous snake with extensive roots in the capital, and even several major families had to give him some respect.
Catching Tang Long is a small matter, but if Jiang Zhenyue is really involved in this matter, it would be too unprofitable to cause a conflict between the Red Blood Sect and the Jiang family for a small person.
Especially now that the sect is in chaos, creating a powerful enemy like the Jiang family would be like adding insult to injury.
Xuehe took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and stared at Tang Long coldly: "Today, for Jiang Zhenyue's sake, I will spare your life."
Tang Long had just breathed a sigh of relief, and before his back had even left the ground, he heard Xue He's tone suddenly change, becoming sinister and stern: "But remember this! The Red Blood Church will thoroughly investigate Xiao Qi's matter!"
"If it is ultimately confirmed that his death is related to you, no matter where you hide, no matter who is behind it, our sect will use all our might to extract your soul and refine your body, ensuring your eternal damnation!"
This threat pierced Tang Long's heart like a needle. He knew that the Red Blood Cult was targeting him and he would never have a peaceful life again.
Damn, this Tang Long is really lucky! Even in this situation, he can still rely on Jiang Zhenyue to save his life! "
On the side, Jiang Xiaochuan watched this scene and cursed in his heart.
His expression remained calm, he just lowered his eyes slightly to hide the displeasure in his eyes.
At this moment, Xuehe turned to look at him, his tone still tough, but a little softer than before: "You are now the new master of the Yangcheng underground world. It is your responsibility to find out about Xiaoqi's disappearance. If you have any clues, report back immediately."
"Don't worry, two seniors!"
Jiang Xiaochuan immediately straightened his back and acted as if he had no choice but to take the responsibility. "If someone from your sect gets into trouble in Yangcheng, it's my natural responsibility to take action. I will definitely do my best to investigate!"
Xuehe seemed quite satisfied with his attitude. He snorted coldly, gave a remote address, and said, "If you have any news, leave a letter here. Don't play tricks."
Jiang Xiaochuan repeated the address twice and nodded in agreement, but he sneered in his heart.
Xuehe said no more and exchanged glances with Xuejiu. The two of them flashed and disappeared at the alley entrance in an instant, like two bloody ghosts.
The lingering smell of blood in the air slowly dissipated, leaving only a cold warning in Tang Long's ears: "Boss Tang, take care of yourself."
Until the suffocating feeling of oppression completely disappeared, Tang Long was still slumped on the ground, his shirt soaked with cold sweat, his fingers still trembling slightly.
"Hello, Boss Tang?"
Jiang Xiaochuan walked over and gently kicked his calf with his toes, with a look of undisguised ridicule on his face: "Everyone has left, and you are still pretending to be pitiful? Don't you call yourself the 'Jinghai Tyrant'?"
"How could I be so frightened by these two old monsters that I can't even stand up?"
"If you hadn't been fanning the flames, how could I have been targeted by the Red Blood Cult? You bastard!"
Tang Longmeng's eyes were red, he struggled to stand up, pointed at Jiang Xiaochuan, and cursed with gritted teeth.
He was now filled with rage, but he could only vent it on Jiang Xiaochuan.
"Boss Tang, this doesn't make sense."
Jiang Xiaochuan spread his hands and smiled like a spectator. "I didn't force you to come here with a knife, did I? You jumped out on your own initiative and rushed into the muzzle of the Red Blood Cult's gun."
"What's that called? Oh, right, 'There's a road to heaven but you don't take it, there's no door to hell but you break in.' You've done this to yourself, who can you blame?"
Tang Long was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a word in rebuttal.
Jiang Xiaochuan was telling the truth. He was greedy and wanted to use the Red Blood Cult to get rid of Jiang Xiaochuan, but ended up getting himself into trouble.
Suddenly, Jiang Xiaochuan moved forward and looked at Tang Long twice.
He patted his shoulder in a feigned sympathy, but Tang Long shook it off as if he had been scalded.
"Since you're so unlucky, I'll show you mercy. I'll take over your Shenglong Boxing Arena after you die."
Jiang Xiaochuan put his hands behind his back, half teasing, half threatening, "But Boss Tang, you should... not make me wait too long, right?"
Tang Long's anger was instantly suppressed by fear.
He remembered Xuehe's warning before he left, and the cruelty of the Red Blood Cult, and knew that he could die at any time.
His remaining rationality told him that he could not confront Jiang Xiaochuan head-on now, and he had to quickly seek refuge with Jiang Zhenyue. That was the only way to survive.
"Jiang Xiaochuan! Just wait for me! This isn't over yet!"
After leaving behind these harsh words, Tang Long no longer cared about his dignity. He turned around and staggered, running wildly towards the Jiang family mansion. His back looked as miserable as a stray dog.
"Mr. Feng, I'm sorry for wronging you."
As soon as Tang Long left, Jiang Xiaochuan immediately stopped smiling, walked quickly to Feng Ji's side, held his arm with his hand, gathered a trace of gentle spiritual energy at his fingertips, and gently checked his injuries.
Feng Ji's chest still felt a little stuffy, as he was shocked by the bloody evil force.
Shaking his head, Feng Ji showed no trace of blame on his face.
In his opinion, Jiang Xiaochuan is still inexperienced, and the best outcome would be for him to avoid the Red Blood Cult's attack.
After all, in the world of warriors, there is no smooth growth, and one can lose his life if he is not careful.
Just like Tang Long just now, if he hadn't brought up Jiang Zhenyue, he would have become a dead soul at the hands of Xuejiu.
Thinking of this, Feng Ji frowned quietly.
Given the lawless nature of the Red Blood Cult, even Jiang Zhenyue's reputation might not make them give up so easily. Could there be other tricks involved?
But this thought only flashed through his mind. His injuries had not healed yet, so it was not his turn to delve into the matter. He could only keep it in his heart.