Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies
Chapter 88 - 12 The killing of the chicken to scare the monkey, the hunting moment begins

The gates of the shantytown were cobbled together with wooden planks, inherently fragile.

With one kick, they shattered into several pieces, scattered all over the ground.

Inside the house, Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu had just made the bed and tidied up a bit, when they saw a sturdy man standing at the doorway.

"Newcomers, do you know the rules? Settling in here without Brother Biao's permission, are you tired of living?"

"Brother Biao?"

Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu exchanged glances, unfamiliar with the name.

In the past twenty days, every time Tian Xiaohu entered the city to sell mountain goods, Shen Qing would ask him to gather information about the city.

He paid attention to the West City area as well.

He knew that ever since Boss was killed by him, many new faces had appeared in the West City area, intending to form new gang forces.

There were two struggles he had heard about.

But he had no impression of this so-called Brother Biao.

He must be an insignificant leader in the West City area.

Truly lacking in insight.

There were so many of them with knives and sticks, just at a glance you could tell they weren't to be messed with, yet they came over to provoke, weren't they courting death?

Shen Qing touched the bow and arrows that hadn't been hung on the wall yet, sighed deeply, and showed a look of regret.

He really didn't want to leave a bad impression on the neighbors right after arriving.

"Who is Brother Biao, I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Shen Qing's gaze locked on the sturdy man at the door, his wrist giving a twitch, and the bow was instantly drawn to full.

With a whoosh, the bowstring trembled, and the arrow left the bow.

Shen Qing moved as swiftly as thunder, in a pleasing, seamless manner.

No flashy movements, just a precise, faultless strike.

The arrow transformed into a line, hitting the sturdy man's throat directly.

The sturdy man was pierced by the arrow, blood gushed out instantly.

He stared wide-eyed in astonishment, attempted to cover the wound with his hands, to no avail.

The sturdy man never expected the young man inside the house to be so decisive and straightforward, resorting to action without a word.

Under Shen Qing's gaze, with a thud, the sturdy man slumped sideways to the ground.

His neck stuck on the threshold, blood trickling down continuously from it.

The sturdy man's body trembled a few times in the pool of blood, then lay still.

Shen Qing retracted his gaze, eyes falling onto the bow in his hand.

With his current strength, he could at least open a heavy bow of twenty stones.

This bow had no more than five stones of strength, to him it was like a child's toy, too weak.

It could only deal with some ordinary people.

Faced with some powerful martial masters, such a bow would be of no use at all.

He needed to make a new bow.

Just as he was contemplating the matter of the bow and arrow, Shen Qing suddenly heard a commotion outside the house.

He furrowed his brows, took over a dozen arrows, and went out.

Seeing all over the outside with shadows bustling about, it dawned on him.

They actually came in one breath with nearly forty people.

The one who barged into his house just now was merely a hapless guy, not specifically targeting him.

Though it seemed like many people were with them this time, in reality, excluding the women, the elderly, and the weak, there were only twenty-three real hunters, including him.

The opponents were nearly twice their number.

No wonder they were so arrogant.

No wonder they were so foolish, daring to come to provoke.

The night was as dark as ink.

At this moment, the quiet shanty town streets had been broken by this sudden uproar.

The lights in the shantytown were dim and flickering, illuminating the ferocious faces of more than forty gang members.

They held clubs, some had short knives gleaming with cold light at their waists, and they surged into this newly moved commune aggressively.

The villagers from Hongshan Village were busy tidying up their belongings, interrupted by this unexpected chaos.

Many women and children screamed in fright, terrified.

Leading the gang members was a sturdy man with a full face of flesh and a big belly.

He glared viciously at the villagers, shouting loudly, "This place is my territory, Tang Biao's territory. You moved here without notifying me, didn't you?"

"These houses were originally empty, how is it your territory?"

The hunters from Hongshan Village never liked to suffer losses and confronted him directly.

"If I say it is, then it is."

Tang Biao's face flesh trembled, his entire Qi-Blood surged, suddenly rushing forward like a wild boar, crashing into a villager.

That villager flew back like a kite with a broken string, crashing onto the shack.

The simple shack shattered in an instant.

The villager painfully rolled on the ground.

This was someone who had practiced martial arts.

These hunters were no match for him.

A ferocious smile flashed on Tang Biao's face.

Once someone practiced martial arts, they could easily overpower three or five people with just strength, running rampant in the village.

His Great Perfection of Qi and Blood was certainly stronger than those who had just begun martial training.

Before, when Zhao Ba was around, his Great Perfection of Qi and Blood could only bow down, tucking his tail between his legs.

Now Zhao Ba was dead, the gang leaderless, just the moment for him to display his prowess.

He had to secure a place in this chaotic shantytown.

These people dared to rudely occupy his territory without even a word.

Even if he didn't want to act, his men would keep urging him on.

Otherwise, everyone would think he was timid, and the forty people he had just rallied might disperse by half in no time.

Everyone living here talked about loyalty, but never adhered to it.

Whoever had the bigger fists could seize the best and richest territory in West City.

Tang Biao wasn't very clear about these people's details.

He was simply taking a gamble.

If he won, suppressing these people, he could both expand his forces and win people's hearts, solidifying his position further.

If he lost, well, then dead men tell no tales.

Trying to mix in the gang, it was no use if you were scared of this.

Tang Biao's eyes flashed with cold light, shaking the fat on his body, pressing step by step towards the villager in front.

He planned to make an example by dealing with this villager as the chicken to be slaughtered.

"Die!"

Tang Biao clasped his hands together and hammered downwards.

An arrow shot with a strange angle straight towards his waist.

His face changed, stepping aside an inch.

The arrow just pierced into his abdomen.

Sharp pain continuously transmitted from the lower abdomen.

Tang Biao abruptly looked in the direction of the arrow, seeing a young man swiftly draw another arrow, setting it on the bow.

His face twisted as he said viciously, "Get rid of him for me."

Shen Qing looked at the surrounding ruffians, his face showed no panic, but a hint of excitement. He licked his lips and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the hunting time has come, it's time for us to hunt!"

Whoosh!

Shen Qing suddenly released the arrow, like pearls on a string.

The rushing ruffians, without any warning under the night sky, fell backward one by one, life or death unknown.

As soon as Shen Qing finished speaking, Tang Biao suddenly felt the atmosphere here getting a bit eerie.

Rustling sounds kept emerging around.

Those villagers, already unafraid of death, suddenly flashed with crimson fierce light in their eyes under the night sky.

As if... as if they were hungry wolves!