King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 662 213: Beggar Gang Secretly Aids Gan Bandits, Lu Family Martial Arts Hall in Peril

Suddenly, he picked up a painting, squinted his eyes, and pretended to scrutinize it profoundly. Then he shouted loudly like a mad dog, "Hmph, stop pretending, old man! I heard you've hidden masterpieces from past dynasties. Stop stalling and hand them over! Don't think you can fool these eyes of mine!"

The old man urgently waved his hands, his voice trembling, almost begging, "Sir, I really don't have any. How could I possess such valuable things? These are all my own works, worthless. Please, have mercy..."

Gan Jinliang was not easily convinced. He suddenly stood up, his robust hand clamping the old man's collar like iron pincers. With a bit of force, he lifted the old man completely off the ground. The old man's feet left the earth, flailing helplessly in the air, his hands grasping desperately for any lifeline.

Gan Jinliang said viciously, "Old man, you better not choose the hard way! If you don't hand over the masterpiece today, you won't have a place in this market! I want that painting at my place before sunrise tomorrow, or I'll make sure you can't live or die!"

With that, he waved his hand, and his men swarmed like vicious dogs, shoving the old man around. He staggered, almost falling to the ground, and could only look at these bullies in horror, his eyes full of despair.

At this moment, a young man could no longer bear to watch and stepped forward courageously.

He had an agile build, like a swift leopard, and his eyes radiated a steadfast glow of justice, like a torch in the dark, as he loudly said, "How can you be so brutish? Bullying an elderly person who can hardly hold a chicken, what kind of skill is that?"

Gan Jinliang turned his gaze to the young man, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes, cold as lightning. He released the old man and slowly walked toward the young man.

He circled around the young man, scrutinizing him up and down, as if trying to see through his innards. Then he sneered, "Oh, where did this hothead come from to ruin my scene? Tired of living, are you?"

The young man stood his ground, head held high, chest proudly puffed like a towering mountain, and said resolutely, "When injustice is encountered, someone naturally steps in! For bullies like you, someone ought to come and deal with them!"

Gan Jinliang instantly struck. His fist, as large as a stewpot, whistled through the air like a giant stone, aiming fiercely at the young man's face. The young man swiftly reacted, like a nimble monkey, shifting sideways to cleverly dodge the fatal blow.

Seeing this, Gan Jinliang's anger blazed, his face swelling like a ripe pig liver, red and purple.

He shouted at his men, "Beat him hard, beat him to death! If this kid isn't crippled by today, I might as well not be named Gan!"

His men surged forward like a pack of hungry wolves attacking their prey, punching and kicking.

Though the young man had some skills, faced with a crowd, two fists couldn't match four hands, and he gradually became overwhelmed. Soon he was beaten to the ground, bruised and battered, blood dripping from his mouth, yet he stubbornly glared at Gan Jinliang, his eyes showing no fear.

Gan Jinliang stepped near the young man and stomped heavily on his chest. Pressing down hard, the young man let out a painful grunt.

Gan Jinliang said triumphantly, "Dare to oppose me, this is the result! Remember, in Luoyang City, I am heaven!"

Then he glanced at the old man, his eyes flashing with a fierce gleam, threatening, "Old man, if the masterpiece isn't delivered to my place by tomorrow, both you and this kid will die!"

With that, he left with his men, swaggering away while humming a disordered tune. Left behind were a mess of stalls, and the injured young man and old man. The townsfolk dared not speak out, shaking their heads. The lively atmosphere of the market was thoroughly ruined, permanently shrouded in thick gloom.

On Luoyang City West Street, there was a well-known casino called "Juchai Workshop."

This place bustled all day long, gamblers carrying dreams of getting rich overnight, coming and going amidst continuous clamor and shouts.

Inside, smoke filled the air, the sound of dice rolling and chips clinking kept enticing people's minds.

That evening, Gan Jinliang swaggered into the casino wearing a splendid yet tasteless brocade robe adorned with exaggerated golden patterns. As he moved, the robe swelled like waves.

A large Jade Pendant hung from his waist, striking his rotund belly with every step, making a dull sound.

On his greasy, shining face, his beady eyes darted around, flashing greed and malice like a hungry vulture searching for prey.

The casino owner, Sun Fu, spotted Gan Jinliang from afar and quickly plastered a fawning smile on his face, dashed over to greet him, "Oh my, Mr. Gan, what wind blew you here? Please come in, please come in!"

Gan Jinliang coldly snorted, forcefully pushed Sun Fu aside, and went straight to the gaming table.

He casually pulled over a chair and sat down with a loud "thud," and the chair groaned under his weight.

Gan Jinliang glanced around and fixated on a group of gamblers playing Pai Gow.

Among them was a young man named Li Er, who had just won several rounds and was counting his chips with an excited expression.

Gan Jinliang stretched his greasy finger, pointing at Li Er's chips, said viciously, "Kid, hand over all the money you've won to me!"

Li Er turned pale with fright, stammering out, "Gan... Mr. Gan, I won these with hard work, why... why are you doing this?"

Gan Jinliang slammed the table, causing the dice and chips on it to leap up, and he roared, "Enough nonsense! In my territory, winning money means paying tribute to me, or else you'll suffer!"