I Can See Your Combat Power - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Chapter 158: The Nature of The Strong

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“Send another message, threatening them that if they don’t hand over your wife and daughter, you will expose Mi Hou’s collusion with the Righteous Gang

to me.”

Anxious for his daughter’s safety, Gong Zheng nodded, immediately rushing towards the exit.

“Why the rush?” Old Xu said, puzzled.

Tang Luo pointed towards the sky, explaining, “With the Mi Clan’s ability to gather intelligence, within two days the news of our meeting with Gong Zheng could land on the desk of Mi Hu.”

“Why so fast!?” Old Xu asked, brow furrowed. How powerful was the Mi Clan’s ability to have detailed knowledge even about the whereabouts of a mere bandit leader?

Tang Luo lifted a cup of clear tea from the table and took a sip. “Gong Zheng himself is irrelevant, but he was involved in the battle outside the Fox Fairy Temple. Therefore, now not only is the Mi Clan looking for him, but also the Xiao Family and the four houses of West City.”

Old Xu’s face tightened, and he stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Old Bai is in danger!” Old Xu frowned deeply, already walking towards the door.

Tang Luo put down his tea, helpless, “If they wanted to arrest Mi Bai, they would have already done so, are they waiting for you to protect him now?” “He too was part of the Fox Fairy Temple battle, why wouldn’t others be harboring ulterior motives?” Old Xu stopped, his face filled with uncertainty.

“Since our appearance, Mi Bai has been insignificant.” Tang Luo’s expression was indifferent, exposing this harsh fact: “In other words, the various clans of Xiling have already agreed that a man named Mi Bai is the Wind Media informant sent by my Tang Family to infiltrate the Feng Family. Otherwise, why does he still have his stall so peacefully set up in West City for so long?” -Isn’t it because of me?” Old Xu pointed at himself, trying to hold his ground.

Tang Luo held his forehead with his hand, speechless, “In Yuanzhou, your reputation might be impactful, but in Xiling, who knows you?” “Damn it all!” Old Xu stomped his foot angrily and opened the carriage door.

“Where are you going?”

“Off to look for a woman to vent my anger!” Old Xu boldly declared, then turned back and asked, “Would you like to come?”

“Suit yourself.”

On the highest point of North Mountain

Tang Zhi stood at the summit, gazing out at the endless sea of clouds.

“Clan leader.” Tang Kuan came to his side, calling softly.

“How many can be contacted?” Tang Zhi asked softly.

“Forty-three.” Tang Kuan’s voice was especially low, filled with regret.

The number shocked Tang Zhi. Seventy-four of the one hundred and seventeen excellent disciples must have died in Chengzhou. These were the pillars of the Tang Clan, each capable of managing a whole city. Their courage to put the future of Tang Clan before their own lives deeply touched him.

Tang Kuan, too, felt sorrow. As the mountain leader, he knew these children were exceptional. Not all of them returned, which brought him great pain. But he understood their determination!

The fourty-three who returned were gathering together a group of truly loyal followers, awaiting orders in the new city in the south of the city. Even if they successfully complete their assignments, not everyone may come back alive. Tang Kuan didn’t deceive them; he had told them from the start about the risks of this task without hiding anything. He even reminded them again before departing that they could choose to back out if they wished.

For such a mission with a high likelihood of death, of the 120 disciples, only three backed out.

When Gong Zheng returned to the humble mansion, only Tang Luo was sitting in the chamber, staring absentmindedly at the tea on the table.

Seeing Tang Luo in deep thought, he didn’t dare to disturb him, but just stood against the wall, even afraid to breathe too loudly.

“Gong Zheng.” While still staring at the rising steam from the tea, Tang Luo called out.

“I am here.” Gong Zheng responded softly, very humble.

For some reason, being alone with Tang Luo made him feel more fearful than facing Old Xu, even though the latter was far stronger and constantly threatened to kill him.

He could only attribute this unfathomable fear to the formidable reputation of the Tang Clan.

“Why did you decide to distribute food?” Tang Luo asked, puzzled. This man was nothing more than a reckless brute, there was no sign of kindness in him. It was incomprehensible that someone like Gong Zheng would do such a charitable act.

If a gangster wanted to redeem himself, he would typically do so after gaining immense wealth and accumulating enough martial power to establish a clan. The Righteous Gang met neither of these prerequisites. In a town like Xiling, while the Righteous Gang sounded intimidating, they were really weak and vulnerable, and should be keeping a low profile. Given Gong Zheng’s association with Mi Hou, it was even more important not to attract attention. However, his recent acts of distributing food were bewildering, especially a few months ago when the price of food in Xiling rose to a level beyond what ordinary people could afford, and yet he was still willing to spend money to set up food stalls. No wonder some ignorant people actually thought of the Righteous Gang as a righteous faction.

He simply couldn’t understand it, so he decided to ask Gong Zheng himself, hoping to unravel this mystery.

Gong Zheng wore a wry smile, his hands restlessly placed by his sides. He wasn’t sure how to answer the question and the atmosphere became awkwardly quiet.

Tang Luo didn’t press for an answer, merely watching the rising steam from the tea cup, as if it held some profound mystery.

After a long while, Gong Zheng answered, “Perhaps, it’s because I wanted to accumulate some virtue for my children.

Tang Luo had expected him to say something more insightful after such a long pause, but it turned out to be just that. He propped his chin on his hand, tilting his head to look at Gong Zheng.

Gong Zheng awkwardly smiled at Tang Luo, adding, “That’s just it.

“So you don’t regret anything you’ve done, right?”

Gong Zheng nodded, realizing it had been a long time since he had someone to confide in.

From the moment he was driven out of his master’s old house, he had been alone, accompanied only by martial arts. Those following him were minor figures, and even when he met her, the woman he loved, he did not dare to reveal his past. He feared that once she really understood him, she would be scared of him.

So, faced with Tang Luo’s question, he suddenly felt an urge to let it all out. He had no regrets about how he’d lived his life!

Gong Zheng looked at Tang Luo, his gaze determination, saying, “I once thought about being kind to others, but as a person who has nothing, what can I use to be kind? The price I paid for my kindness was not being able to maintain my master’s old house and almost starving to death in a dilapidated temple!”

“So, I realized that in this world, if you don’t want to be bullied and want to make a mark, what can you rely on? I can only rely on my fists, use a knife! I have to be more ruthless than them, survival of the fittest is the essence of this world!”

“Wasn’t the great Tang Clan built using these very tactics? What did I do wrong that I should regret it?”

“Clap, clap, clap.” Tang Luo laughed, joy in his eyes, appluading, “Bravo..”