Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 14 Hurting Others and Yourself
On the back of the fish on Muyu Island, there stands a three-story house. Compared with the elegance of the boss's house, this house is much more rough. It looks luxurious, but it always has an unconcealable aura of a nouveau riche.

At this moment, in the hall of this house, a man in a brocade robe, with a sallow complexion, a scar on the left cheek, fierce eyebrows, thin lips, and a somewhat mean look, was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. His eyes were closed, and two iron balls in his hands were constantly turning, as if he was thinking about something. He was none other than Zhao Meng, the third in command and the master of the Seven Injury Fist.

He was born in poverty, worked as a laborer, and was involved in gangs. He relied on his courage and fighting spirit to make his way up, and eventually won the attention of Iron Man Butcher and became the third in command of the Dangjiang bandits.

"What is Jiang Wang doing now?"

After opening his eyes, Zhao Meng cast his gaze on his confidant and adopted son Zhao Er. Zhao Er's original surname was not Zhao, but he was later adopted as Zhao Meng's adopted son, so he simply changed his surname to Zhao.

"Replying to godfather, Jiang Wang returned to his house after coming down from the wooden fish top, and has not come out since."

Speaking in a low voice, Zhao Er hurriedly told the intelligence he had investigated one by one. Knowing Zhao Meng's character, Zhao Er did not dare to be careless even though the person was his adopted son.

After hearing this, Zhao Meng's eyes narrowed into a line, revealing a bit of a wolfish look.

"It seems like he's really grown wings and doesn't take me, his old boss, seriously anymore, huh."

With a sneer, Zhao Meng suddenly tightened the iron ball in his hand.

Zhao Meng was not very satisfied with Jiang Wang to begin with, but he tolerated it just because Jiang Wang was quite capable and useful. Now Jiang Wang's performance made his dissatisfaction reach the extreme. In his opinion, this was Jiang Wang's betrayal of him.

Looking at Zhao Meng like this, Zhao Er lowered his head quietly.

"Go to Baihe and tell Qian Wen to raise the profits from Jinsha."

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhao Meng made a decision.

Hearing this, Zhao Er's expression suddenly became serious.

"Godfather, I wonder how much you plan to raise it to?"

Turning his gaze to Zhao Meng, Zhao Er suddenly felt a little uneasy.

The gold sand mine in Baihe was originally discovered by their people by accident, but the matter was too big to be covered up, so it was made public. However, even so, relying on the advantage they had, they still arranged a lot of manpower there.

Although the mine there had just been established, the illegal mining had actually begun long ago. In essence, this was digging into the territory of the river bandits. Once discovered by the boss, it would be difficult to end. He couldn't help but be nervous. It was easy to cover up if the amount was small, but it would be difficult if it was too much.

"About fifty percent."

Without much hesitation, Zhao Meng gave the answer.

When Zhao Er heard this number, his expression suddenly changed. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but facing Zhao Meng's cold gaze, he dared not speak for a long time.

"I understand, godfather. I will go to Baihe immediately."

Zhao Er lowered his head and bowed in response.

Looking at Zhao Er like this, Zhao Meng nodded with satisfaction.

"Also, take this. Before you go to Baihe, go see Jiang Wang for me and tell him that the Jinsha mine is just opening, and the output may be a little small. Tell him not to worry and to work hard. I will do my best to help him get through these three years smoothly." There was an inexplicable meaning in his words, and Zhao Meng threw a bottle of pills to Zhao Er. This was a blood-replenishing pill that could replenish the blood and qi consumed by a warrior. Although it was far inferior to the Tiger and Leopard Pill, it was of decent value.

After taking the pill and looking at Zhao Meng again, Zhao Er immediately understood something.

"Yes, foster father!"

Bowing again, Zhao Er hurried out of the house.

Looking at Zhao Er's leaving back, Zhao Meng fell into deep thought again.

"I hope Jiang Wang can be more sensible and not get in my way. Otherwise, let alone the fact that he's not the Fourth Master yet, even if he were, I'd still kill him. The White River may be small, but it can still drown people."

His cruelty was fully revealed, and Zhao Meng felt murderous intent in his heart.

To be honest, Jiang Wang had the opportunity to become the fourth in command and sit in charge of Jinsha Field. Although it was not the best outcome for him, it was not unacceptable. After all, Jiang Wang was a member of his faction. As long as Jiang Wang was willing to get closer to him, he would not mind giving Jiang Wang some of the profits of Jinsha Field. It was a pity that Jiang Wang's performance really disappointed him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Meng's anger grew even more intense.

The next moment, his heart ached and he suddenly started coughing violently.

Realizing this, Zhao Meng quickly took out a pill and put it into his mouth tremblingly. After a moment, he regained his composure.

"The Seven Injury Fist first hurts yourself and then hurts others. I've fought with others frequently over the years, and now I've reached a point where it's hard to recover."

Knowing that his condition had worsened, Zhao Meng's face was filled with gloom. His actual age was only thirty, making him the youngest of the three heads, but his face looked like he was in his forties or fifties, with white hair on his temples. This was the price of practicing the Seven Injury Fist.

"Boss, what was your plan when you taught me the Seven Wound Fist? Did you intend to use my life to further your cause?"

Looking out the window at the wooden roof in the sunlight, Zhao Meng couldn't help but flash a hint of resentment in his eyes. At this moment, he had forgotten the favor that Tie Ren Tu had shown him in promoting him, and all that was left was resentment.

"The power of martial arts is limited, while the power of immortality is infinite. If I want to solve my current problem, I can only ask immortal cultivators to help. However, asking them for help is extremely costly. I need more gold sand."

As the thought came to his mind, Zhao Meng's desire for the golden sand became more intense.

Compared to Zhao Er, he actually knew more about the horror of Iron Man Butcher and the risks of further expanding Jinsha's share. Unfortunately, he had no better choice. If he didn't take the risk, he would be doomed to die, but if he took the risk, he would have a glimmer of hope.

At the same time, after leaving Zhao Meng's house, Zhao Er did not delay at all. After selecting a few suitable items from the collection at home, he took the blood-replenishing pill given by Zhao Meng and rushed straight to Jiang Chen's house.

As Zhao Meng's confidant, he had some vague knowledge of Zhao Meng's situation. It was also because of this that he was not willing to offend Jiang Chen unless it reached a certain level, and would even try to make friends with Jiang Chen.

As the person in charge of the gold sand mine designated by Iron Man Tu, if Jiang Chen is willing to cooperate, the risk of them swallowing up the gold sand will be greatly reduced, which is extremely good for their mountain and for him personally.

"hope everything is fine."

With a bit of hope and a bit of uneasiness, Zhao Er came to Jiang Chen's courtyard under the guidance of Shitou.

(End of this chapter)