Gonzalez City is crowded with people and eyes, with a population of tens of millions.
It’s impossible to enter openly without being discovered.
The simplest way to go unnoticed is to be alone.
Gonzalez City has beco a refuge for martial artists, attracting many of them here.
As mbers of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Emperor and Aron Jackson cannot stop those people. If they really did, it would push them towards Trent Marsh.
So all they can do is protect their own people.
And form a team to maintain order.
Anyone found to be Trent Marsh’s person is directly taken out.
At least on the surface, Gonzalez City is calm.
Even though there are undercurrents, there are no major issues.
Previously, those who were killed were overly arrogant, blatantly barging into Gonzalez City.
White Dragon, despite his arrogance, is also smart.
He knows the few figures in Gonzalez City must have so skills to trip up so many people.
To capture the ringleader, he plans to enter Gonzalez City alone, trying to finish things before Trent Marsh deals with Julius Reed and arrives.
He is one of Trent Marsh’s Eight Heavenly Kings.
With formidable strength.
"Ah." The old man, seeing that he couldn’t be persuaded, thought he might as well go in too.
The people behind him were too conspicuous, so he decided to disperse his n and imitate White Dragon, sneaking in.
At the very least, once White Dragon settles Gonzalez City, he can follow and reap so benefits.
As soon as the old man entered the woods, he realized he had lost track.
White Dragon, after all, is one of the Eight Heavenly Kings, moving swiftly, disappearing within seconds.
This left the old man in a dilemma.
Although Gonzalez City is crowded, it’s not dangerous, but there are many martial artists there.
So of whom know him.
If recognized by a familiar face and accused of siding with Trent Marsh, his fate would be death.
"What are you up to?"
A voice suddenly sounded behind the elder.
Mr. Qiu was startled but remained composed when he turned around.
A group of people approached, none of whom looked like good people.
Mr. Qiu needed to ascertain their strength. If they weren’t strong, he would make his move and eliminate them.
Killing is often the best way to solve problems.
"I’m here to pay respects at a friend’s grave." Mr. Qiu pointed to a graveyard not far away, smiling. "By chance, I ran into you. After I’m done, shall we go back to Gonzalez City together? It’s not very peaceful these days, better to have company."
"Visiting a grave?" Whitaker Dog rubbed his bald head, feeling sothing’s not right.
To visit a grave, wouldn’t one bring sothing?
And still be smiling?
"Yes, paying respects." Mr. Qiu was already observing.
This group consists of ten people, one Great Grandmaster among them, while the rest are not masters.
As long as he dealt with the bald one in front, all problems would be resolved.
"Well, I specialize in funerals. Since you’re visiting a grave, why not buy sothing from ?" Whitaker Dog pointed to the coffin, paper money, and spirit banners behind him. "Pick one, I’ll sell you for cheap."
"I didn’t bring money." Mr. Qiu felt a bit embarrassed.
As a Sect Leader of a small sect, he usually had soone in charge of finances accompanying him.
Now, being here alone, how could he have money for purchases?
But after roughly estimating, he felt confident enough to solve the bald man’s problem.
"No money? There are two types of people with no money: a Great Grandmaster and a poor bastard. But you don’t look like a poor bastard, so where are you from?" Whitaker Dog rolled up his sleeves, asking coldly.
"Haha! Smart!" Mr. Qiu decided to drop the pretense, knowing there was nobody else around. "No wonder you’re smart enough for to hesitate killing you."
"See?" Whitaker Dog said to the people behind him, "This old bird doesn’t look like a good thing at all."
"Boss, let’s arrange a funeral for him!" One of the underlings suggested.
Their Funeral Alliance had been doing well lately.
After the Funeral Alliance, founded by Shadow Kims, surrendered to Trent Marsh, Whitaker Dog’s business grew bigger.
In Gonzalez City, he’s beco a top funeral expert.
Funeral business isn’t easy.
There’s a reason Whitaker Dog succeeded.
Every candle hinges on his research.
In funeral services, his candles burn the brightest and longest.
The coffin materials are quite solid, even gold-plated.
The paper money is very realistic, with a huge denomination.
Most importantly, competing peers had their funerals arranged for free by Whitaker Dog.
No one really has other options.
"Kid, bla your luck." Mr. Qiu laughed heartily and suddenly struck Whitaker Dog’s chest with a palm!
He attacked without any warning, fast, accurate, and vicious!
With a hit, it could pierce through the chest!
He’s fast, but Whitaker Dog isn’t slow!
Faced with a sneak attack, Whitaker Dog was long prepared, sidestepping quickly to grab Mr. Qiu’s arm!
"You have skill." Mr. Qiu shook his wrist, breaking free from Whitaker Dog, imdiately drawing out a Longsword, slashing straight away!
"Master Dog is offering you a free funeral today." Whitaker Dog caught the blade bare-handed!
Though Mr. Qiu is skilled, Whitaker Dog’s abilities have surged lately!
With both hands, he clamped down.
Directly locking the blade!
Then gave a fierce yank, ramming his knee up!
Crack!
Mr. Qiu’s rib broke, his mouth filled with blood.
"Speak, what are you doing!" With a foot pressing down on him, Whitaker Dog spoke coldly. "If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll kill you!"
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk! But if I tell you, will you spare ..." Mr. Qiu curled into a ball in pain, yet remained sowhat lucid.
Betraying Trent Marsh isn’t a safe action.
If it weren’t for his life being so threatened now, he’d never consider doing this.
"Of course, Master Dog’s word is as good as gold." Whitaker Dog sensed sothing amiss, this guy must know sothing, otherwise, he wouldn’t sneak around.
"Trent Marsh’s n have infiltrated Gonzalez City, I wanted to sneak in and got caught by you..." Mr. Qiu confessed fully, feeling shocked inside at how formidable the bald guy is!
But why isn’t his na on the intelligence reports?
"Alright, since you’re cooperating so well, I’ll offer you free benefits." Whitaker Dog said, picking up Mr. Qiu and tossing him into a coffin.
He then picked up the sword lying on the ground.
"What are you doing, didn’t you promise not to kill ..." Mr. Qiu’s eyes widened.
"Master Dog only tells the truth to ghosts." Whitaker Dog laughed heartily and stabbed down with the sword!
Nailing Mr. Qiu together with the coffin!
"Bury him."
Whitaker Dog pulled out his phone, found Aron Jackson’s number, and dialed it.
"Trent Marsh’s people have infiltrated, be careful." After saying this, he grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the air.
The sound of suona horns played.
...
Outside Copper Sparrow Terrace.
Everyone in Gonzalez City knows this is Aron Jackson’s base.
Spies are everywhere.
Hardly anyone dares to cause trouble here.
White Dragon stood at the entrance of Copper Sparrow Terrace, spat at the plaque.
Due to his deep inner power, the spit acted like a nail, piercing through the plaque.
White Dragon tidied his clothes and strode in.
The bar was crowded, with people singing.
White Dragon clearly didn’t like such environnts.
He found a corner seat and began to observe the people around.
"Sir, would you like a drink?" At this mont, a woman sat beside White Dragon, holding a glass of wine.
"Sure." White Dragon smiled and reached out, just as he was about to take the glass.
His face suddenly changed!
The glass wasn’t filled with wine, but blood!
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