Beiyin Great Sage

Zhou Jia's move was sudden and cruel.

At the moment when no one had time to react, he struck hard, and with one punch Deacon Zou flew out of the house and fell to the first floor.

During this period, there was almost no effective resistance.

Chen Ying's eyes lit up.

This is a tenth-grade master!

Even if Zhou Jia was suspected of sneak attack, he still won with one move.

When he started, the source of power exploded, the air was stirred by it, and the scalp-numbing strength emerged, shocking the entire audience in an instant.

Chen Ying asked herself, if she went all out, she could achieve this level.

but,

We need to use the Black Iron Mysterious Weapon!

As for Zhou Jia's bare hands, the power she felt at that moment even made her heart sink, and she felt a sense of fear subconsciously.

It was like a sleeping ferocious beast that suddenly rose up, making people feel frightened.

Tenth grade!

At such an age, he is already at the tenth level, and there is a 60-70% chance of becoming a black iron in the future.

If you think about it this way, it's actually nothing to have an ordinary appearance and a dull personality. The decisiveness of the attack makes people's eyes shine.

but……

Somewhat reckless!

Chen Ying's mind turned around and she habitually analyzed the pros and cons.

Deacon Zou represents not only him, but also the deputy gang leader Qiu Bowei behind him. If he is killed easily, he may not be able to escape punishment.

Establishing authority is a good thing.

But you have to choose the right target, otherwise not only will you not be able to quickly rectify your subordinates' deployment, but it may cause a violent backlash.

Just like now.

"Deacon Zou!"

"stop!"

Deacon Zou has been in charge of the gambling house for so many years, so he naturally has many close friends and disciples around him, including experts specially placed by Deputy Gang Leader Qiu.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but roar.

Two more people jumped out with lightning, one rushed downstairs, and the other drew his sword towards Zhou Jia.

The face of the man who drew the sword was gloomy, the cold light in his triangular eyes was restrained, and his expression was stiff. The long sword was unsheathed, and a sharp cold light came into view.

What a knife!

What a sword-drawing technique!

At the ninth level of cultivation, the essence, energy and spirit gathered in one place, and he drew the sword countless times, making the triangular eye's wind-cutting move reach a state of perfection.

Even if he is a tenth grader, he is sure to fight.

Chen Ying's beautiful eyes flashed, and she lightly pressed the hilt of the sword at her waist with one hand, and a fighting spirit quietly emerged.

"Um?"

Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes and said in a dull voice:

"court death!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand, mysteriously inserted into the light of the sword, clasped his five fingers, suddenly grabbed the blade, and pulled it downwards.

"Peng!"

The triangle-eyed man and his knife hit the floor hard.

Before he could regain consciousness, he felt severe pain in his chest and abdomen, a series of cracking sounds of ribs emerged, and the five internal organs in his body were blasted out of flesh by the huge force.

In an instant, the dead could no longer die.

If one method can be used, then all methods can be solved.

Zhou Jia has already perfected the innate martial arts Purple Thunder Ax Technique, and ordinary moves are naturally full of flaws in his eyes.

The sword skills that others marvel at can be easily broken without the help of an ax or shield.

He kicked Triangle Eyes to death and jumped down from the second floor.

Except for Chen Ying, whose expression was normal, everyone in the field looked pale, with fear and anxiety in their eyes.

This new supervisor is so ruthless.

Take action,

It’s human life!

Be merciless and kill as soon as you ask!

…………

"Bang!"

First floor.

There was a buzz of people, and many gamblers gathered around the gambling tables. The noise was endless, and their faces were all red under the stimulation of drugs and their hearts.

At this moment, a black shadow fell from upstairs and hit a gambling table hard.

The shadow smashed the gambling table and rolled on the ground.

"Deacon Zou?"

"Old Zou!"

Someone with sharp eyes immediately recognized the embarrassed figure on the ground, and couldn't help but be startled and confused.

This is the gambling house of the Tianhu Gang, and Deacon Zou is a tenth-level master who is stationed here. Who dares and can attack him?

"call……"

The strong wind on the second floor was stirring, and a figure floated to the ground.

"help me!"

Deacon Zou’s chest was sunken and he vomited blood. He pushed himself up and staggered forward:

"Help me quickly!"

"Deacon Zou!"

The guards in the field were stunned for a moment, then rushed over quickly.

Two of them had ruthless expressions on their eyes. They drew their swords and faced Zhou Jia, and shouted urgently:

"You are so brave, you dare to cause trouble here, you will die!"

"..."

Zhou Jia frowned, knowing that he had injured Deacon Zou, they still dared to rush in, without fear of life or death. It seemed that they were henchmen named Zou.

He glanced at the guards in the field, all of them looking unkindly.

Ah!

The person surnamed Zou is good at winning over people's hearts. I am afraid that this Xicheng gambling house has been completely decided by him.

That being the case...

With a cold look in his eyes, Zhou Jia strode forward. The moment before the sword reached his body, he suddenly extended his arms and clasped the person's head left and right.

"Peng!"

The two heads were squeezed together with great force, smashing the skull and cracking the brain.

"kill!"

A copper rod smashed down from top to bottom, and the strong wind blew away the tables, chairs and benches on both sides, and a crack appeared on the ground beneath his feet.

The big man with a stick in his hand, his body bulging with muscles and his eyes bloodshot, rushed towards him with a roar.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhou Jia raised one hand and grabbed the stick. With a shake of his arm, the long stick had worn through the opponent's hands and penetrated straight into the opponent's heart.

Carrying a stick, he waved it casually and swept across the area, including people and sticks.

The guards who rushed from behind were all overwhelmed.

"Bah..."

There was a hint of coldness in the crowd.

The cold light was not obvious, and appeared in Zhou Jia's blind spot. It was silent, but made everyone who saw it feel chilly.

The sword comes out like a poisonous snake.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

In the surprised eyes of others, a fist that seemed to cover all directions appeared in front of the sword shadow and crashed down violently.

The assassin hiding in the crowd was smashed to pieces with his sword on the spot.

Zhou Jia was striding forward like a terrifying beast, with an expressionless face and waving arms. No matter who came, he would kill them all on the spot.

With one palm, two people were killed.

One punch penetrated the treasure armor.

After just a few steps, there were corpses lying on the ground in front of him.

No matter whether it is the seventh grade, eighth grade, or even ninth grade, they are all vulnerable to a single blow, and they will kill people with their strikes, leaving no one alive under the palm of their fists.

Just attack him...

It's death!

In the blink of an eye, the remaining guards' eyes were filled with panic, their fighting spirit was gone, and they stepped back continuously, even letting Deacon Zou's position out.

"You...you can't kill me."

Deacon Zou's face was pale and his body was swaying. He was clinging to the wall and had no way to retreat. He could only grit his teeth and make a last attempt:

"Kill me, Deputy Gang Leader Qiu won't let you go!"

"Oh!" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"Are you threatening me?"

As he spoke, he smiled disdainfully, suddenly reached out and grabbed his head, and thrust it towards the hard ground.

"Peng!"

The head was dug into the ground, and traces of blood emerged from the depression.

"Deacon Zou!"

"director!"

Until then, a group of people on the second floor hurried down. When they saw the situation on the first floor, their faces turned pale.

Even Chen Ying couldn't help but frown.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with being ruthless. The key was how it ended, otherwise she would just be a reckless man who wanted to show off his quickness.

"Tidy up."

Zhou Jia clapped his hands lightly:

"Carry the body out, don't ruin the guest's interest."

"Well said!" Someone in the crowd applauded and walked out:

"My friends are good at it, I admire it, but you guys are making trouble for yourself. As guests, we can't come here in vain."

"I'm here just to have fun."

The person speaking was completely indifferent to the situation at the scene, and there was even dissatisfaction in Zhou Jia's voice for interrupting his interest.

"Su An, the young master of the third room of the Su family." Chen Ying whispered:

"This person is idle and has no ability, but it's best not to mess with him."

Su Ang?

Zhou Jia was thoughtful.

The person who came was dressed in extravagant and gorgeous clothes, and his appearance was quite handsome. However, his eyes were dull and his feet were floating. It was obvious at a glance that his martial arts skills were sparse.

But even so, he actually has a ninth-grade cultivation level.

Su family,

As expected of his military background, he is the largest force in Stone City and a prodigal brother in his family, and he can become a ninth-level master.

"Sorry to bother Mr. Su." Zhou Jia nodded and waved:

"Come here, open a new table for Mr. Su. Everyone who comes today will give you ten Origin Stones each as an apology."

"Wow..."

All the gamblers in the venue were immediately in an uproar. Ten Origin Stones were not a small sum for most people. Although they were frightened, they were also an unexpected surprise.

"No need!" Su An didn't pay attention to this, shook his head and refused, saying:

"I'm at this table, betting with this friend."

As he said that, he turned sideways and made way for one person.

The man was dressed in white, with regular features and an extraordinary temperament. He didn't look like a gambler, but he was surrounded by many gamblers.

Everyone has a lot of chips in their hands.

"Supervisor." At this time, a man approached tremblingly and whispered:

"This is the person just now. He won three thousand Origin Stones from us without much effort. Others followed and the loss was no less than tens of thousands."

"Oh!" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, slowly approached, and held his hands towards the other party:

"Didn't ask for advice?"

The man in white turned pale, his gaze paused on Deacon Zou's body, fear appeared in his eyes, and he forced a smile on his face:

"I'm in Xialuofeng."

"Thousand-hand Luofeng!"

"It turns out it was him..."

"No wonder!"

Everyone's whispers could be heard one after another.

Obviously, Qianju Luofeng is very famous among gamblers. Almost everyone knows about it, but few people seem to have actually seen him.

"It turns out to be Brother Luo." Zhou Jia looked calm and seemed unmoved, saying:

"You don't mind having a little fun with Zhou?"

"This..." Luo Feng hesitated, then nodded slightly:

"Of course, it's your honor."

The dice are played on the gambling table. A very common method of playing is no different from the ancient times on earth. That is to cover the dice with the dice Gu, shake it and guess the size of the points inside.

The dice is open, the dice are two, two, and three, and the chips are placed randomly on the gaming table.

Zhou Jiamai walked to the gambling table. Under the gaze of others, he picked up the lid on the side and put it on the dice, extending his hand to signal:

"Brother Luo, please place your bet."

Everyone was stunned.

Even Chen Ying, who has never bet with anyone, knows that before guessing the number, you have to shake it first, and wait until the shake is done before letting people place bets.

"Supervisor Zhou." Luo Feng was even more hesitant:

"You seem to have forgotten a step?"

"No."

Zhou Jia shook his head and continued:

"Brother Luo, please place your bet."

"Interesting, really interesting." Su Yan's eyes lit up, he put his chin in his hand and looked at Zhou Jia, then looked at Luo Feng, shrugged and said:

"My surname is Luo. Manager Zhou gave you the Origin Stone. Why don't you catch it quickly?"

Luo Feng's face turned pale and his hands trembled slightly.

Everyone knew the numbers in the dice cup. Two, two, and three were small, but he didn't dare to place a bet.

The purpose of his visit today was to be invited by Deacon Zou to come to the casino to let the new supervisor know that the gambling house cannot do without Deacon Zou, otherwise it would not work.

but now……

The man named Zou was beaten to death on the spot. How could he have the courage to offend him?

If you place a bet, you may give it to the Origin Stone, but it is more likely that you will die without knowing where you left the house. This kind of thing is not uncommon.

Especially someone like him.

The other party even killed people named Zou at will, so what did he mean?

"Get off!"

"Little two, two, three, you picked up the Origin Stone for free, what else are you considering?"

"Get off quickly!"

Those who were watching the excitement did not mind that it was a big deal, and the boos and cheers came one after another, which contrasted with the struggle on Luo Feng's face and the cold sweat on his forehead.

a long time.

He smiled bitterly, looked at Zhou Jia, and slowly pushed out the Origin Stone:

"I choose big, four, five, six o'clock."

There was silence.

"Shh..."

"Why!"

Even Su An shook his head and sighed, rolling his eyes repeatedly.

"Ha ha……"

Zhou Jia looked up to the sky and smiled:

"Brother Luo is very capable!"

Saying that, he lightly opened the Gu cover, and at the same time, the source of power lightly shook.

The dice inside rolled slightly, changing from a small one of two, two, and three to a large one of four, five, and six.

"Choose a big bargain, and the number of guesses will be tripled, four times in total. Brother Luo bets three thousand Origin Stones, and goes and gets 12,000 Origin Stones!"

Wow!

There was another uproar in the field.

Zhou Jia's movements were not considered hidden. Anyone who was a casino veteran could see them clearly. Su Yan had a weird look on his face, and his expressions changed back and forth when he looked at Zhou Jia.

"No, no need." Luo Feng was even more frightened, but also inexplicably grateful, and immediately waved his hands.

"No need to be polite." Zhou Jia said with deep meaning in his eyes:

"With so many Origin Stones, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to get them. How about Brother Luo accompanying me up there?"

"..." Luo Feng opened his mouth:

"yes."

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Second floor.

The broken doors and windows were simply repaired and were enough to block the view from outside.

Zhou Jia put his hand on the tea cup, Chen Ying's eyes were curious, Deacon Wen was sweating profusely as always, and Luo Feng's eyes flickered out of habit.

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Ying took the initiative to speak:

"Killing Deacon Zou in public is equivalent to offending Deputy Gang Leader Qiu. Even with Protector Yuan here, I'm afraid he will inevitably be punished."

"Deacon Zou deserves to die, no matter how hard he can't kill him." Zhou Jia smiled lightly and looked at Luo Feng:

"Brother Luo, do you think so?"

Luo Feng's body trembled.

"Thousand-handed Luofeng, his skills in gambling are astonishing." Zhou Jia continued to speak without waiting for his answer:

"Brother Luo is so capable, but he has no fixed place to live and suffers from the cold and cold. It is a pity. I wonder if you want to join my gambling house?"

"As long as Brother Luo comes, Deacon Zou's position will be yours."

Luo Feng raised his head, with enthusiasm in his eyes:

"real?"

"certainly!"

Zhou Jia nodded:

"However, Deacon Zou is in a lot of trouble. I wonder if Brother Luo can solve it?"

"Yes!" Luo Feng gritted his teeth and said:

"I know that a man named Zou has set up two gambling dens outside. The customers are all brought in from here, and most of the income is pocketed."

"I can get the gambling house's location, account books, and contacts with certain people!"

"Okay!" Zhou Jia clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile:

"I believe Brother Luo can do it."

As he said that, he looked at Chen Ying:

"Ms. Chen, with all this, it seems that even Deputy Gang Leader Qiu himself will not be able to spare Deacon Zou. It seems that Zhou is not at fault if he punishes him on his behalf."

Chen Ying was silent.

After a long time, he looked at Zhou Jia with deep eyes:

"Brother Zhou has good tactics and scheming, I admire him."

"Just kidding." Zhou Jia shook his head:

"It doesn't matter if Zhou uses his power to bully others. Deacon Wen is the master."

"Plop!"

Deacon Wen's knees weakened and he suddenly knelt down, beads of sweat falling from his forehead like rain:

"Director Zhou, my subordinates... my subordinates will only follow your lead."