Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

At the stronghold of a branch of the Suzhou branch.

Here, lying haphazardly, are a bunch of people who have passed away.

It was a truly flat, lifeless body, and extremely cold.

As Chief Yang recounted this scene, his expression turned extremely unpleasant.

Of course, behind his back, cold sweat was pouring down his face.

"Master, we've checked, they're all our brothers."

A subordinate came to report.

"You've studied coroner's skills, so you can tell how our brothers died?"

Chief Yang wanted to know how his men had died.

"The skulls were shattered; the attack was extremely ruthless, and it wasn't just the heads, but also various vital points on the brothers' bodies. They suffered quite a few blows. In all my years as a coroner, I've never seen such a brutal method before."

The believer, who had experience as a coroner, was also visibly shocked.

"A martial arts practitioner?"

"Yes, and he's a highly skilled martial artist. This level of attack is something most people simply can't do."

Can you tell how many people were involved?

Leader Yang was determined to avenge his men. Since he became leader, when had the Suzhou branch ever suffered such a great loss? Never!

"There should be two people, one responsible for breaking the skull and the other for the other wounds, like this, but Master, I don't quite understand, why is that?"

The cult member with experience as a coroner pointed to one of the corpses and said to Chief Yang.

Chief Yang stepped forward to examine the body and found that there were fractures of varying degrees at the joints, indicating that it was the work of one person.

But with this blow to the head, the skull is shattered like this, there's no doubt that this was done by someone else!

"Get lost! You're using my Ming Cult brothers as practice!"

Leader Yang figured it out: the brothers must have fought the first person first, and after being knocked down, the second person finished them off by hitting them on the head.

Clearly, the first person used the Ming Cult members as practice!

"Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Then another of his men rushed over in a panic.

"What's the panic?"

Chief Yang was very dissatisfied. The situation was already chaotic enough, and panicking now would only make it more chaotic!

"Master, the account books, money, and documents in the branch are all gone!"

The newcomers were terrified. They had just searched the entire branch headquarters and found it almost completely emptied out! Nothing was left behind!

"what?"

Now Chief Yang was even more surprised. He remembered the original branch of the dye shop, where people were beaten and their money was stolen.

But now it's not just about robbing money, they're killing people too, and leaving no documentation!

What are they trying to do? Are they provoking the Ming Cult in Suzhou? Do they think the Ming Cult is easy to bully?

The brothers from the dyehouse branch at the time said it was done by a masked teenager, and they still haven't found him.

"Investigate! Dig three feet into the ground and find this person!"

"I said through gritted teeth," said Chief Yang.

"Master! Master!"

More people rushed in, and Chief Yang, already somewhat frightened, reflexively asked:

"Why are you panicking?"

"Ah? Master, don't panic, I have good news."

The newcomer blinked, thinking to himself that he hadn't been flustered at all, so why would the leader say that?

"Good news? What good news? Tell me about it?"

Suddenly, Chief Yang felt like he was back in action.

"Master! We just caught a beggar at the door! He seemed suspicious and evasive, as if he knew something."

"Okay! Bring him in!"

Chief Yang was overjoyed; the good news had arrived!

"Bring it in!"

The men pushed in a middle-aged beggar who was clutching a piece of silver in his hand.

"Brother, do you know something?"

After all, Chief Yang was the leader of the Ming Cult in Suzhou, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he was still very prestigious.

"My lord, my lord, I... I don't know..."

The beggar said timidly.

"Hmm? You really don't know? You don't seem like it."

Seeing the beggar clutching the silver tightly in his hand, Chief Yang had an idea. He took off the money pouch from his waist and threw it in front of the beggar.

"Boom."

The money bag landed with a dull thud, clearly indicating that it contained a considerable amount of money.

"Sir, sir, what... what is this...?"

The beggar was clearly startled. What was going on? Why was he smashing things like that?

"Just tell me, and all this money will be yours. See? It's much more than the silver you're holding in your hand."

"Master Yang said with a smile."

"Really, really?"

The beggar looked at the money bag, swallowed hard, and the silver in his hand no longer seemed so important.

"It's absolutely true. Tell me, what do you know?"

"Sir, I don't know what happened either, but I saw an old man and a young man come here, and then I heard fighting sounds coming from the courtyard."

At this moment, the middle-aged beggar only had money in his eyes.

"After the fighting, the courtyard quieted down, and then the old man and the young man came out carrying bundles, handing out silver to the people around them as they walked."

"This one tael of silver I have was given to me by them."

The beggar stretched out his hand, revealing the silver coins he had been clutching tightly.

"Very well, you kill my Ming Cult members, rob my Ming Cult of its wealth, and then use my Ming Cult's wealth to buy people's hearts!"

Yang, the leader, was furious at the top of his lungs!

"My lord, I... I've finished explaining, this silver..."

The beggar swallowed hard again, then stared at the money bag on the ground.

"They're all yours."

Yang, the helmsman, spoke without emotion, neither sad nor happy.

"Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"

The beggar was overjoyed! He bowed his head and kowtowed several times to Chief Yang, then lowered his head and prepared to take the money bag!

"Humph!"

But just as the beggar's head was fully exposed to Chief Yang's view, Chief Yang suddenly raised his hand and slammed a heavy palm down on the beggar's head!

"Boom..."

A muffled thud rang out, and the beggar collapsed to the ground as if struck by lightning. The silver he had been clutching slipped from his hand, and blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices! It was clear he was going to die.

"They can take money from my Ming Cult, but you, a beggar, do you even deserve to take money?"

Chief Yang picked up his money pouch, dusted it off, then picked up the silver coin, wiped it with a piece of his robe, and put it back into his money pouch.

"Pass down the order: all restaurants, inns, and shops belonging to the Ming Cult in Suzhou City! Keep a close watch on the attendees of this meeting to see if there is an elderly person or a young person among them!"

"Report it immediately if you find an elderly person and a young person together!"

"Those who kill members of my Ming Cult must pay the price!"

At this moment, Chief Yang certainly had the domineering presence befitting a chief.

"Yes!"

The subordinate accepted the order, then hesitated for a moment before asking.

"But Master, if those two are too skilled in martial arts, then we..."

Clearly, his men were worried they couldn't win.

"Then let's keep them under surveillance! I've already received word that the Bat King and the Dragon King will be arriving in the next day or two!"

After thinking for a moment, Chief Yang added something.

"With two Dharma Kings and their followers, this old man and the young man can't escape!"

"At that time, we must have this old man and this young man atone for our Ming Cult in front of all the people of Suzhou!"