My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

355 The Wronged Huang Qiguang

A bone pattern realm expert from Yin Rongen’s camp made the statement. He glanced at the naked Yin Rongen and the third sister-in-law’s body that had been uncovered, an answer already forming in his mind.

Yin Rongen’s lecherous reputation was well-known. His subordinates revealed awkward expressions as they looked at Yin Rongen on the ground, their eyes filled with disgust, though they quickly concealed it.

As for the others—Qin Huai’s and Huang Qiguang’s men—they didn’t hide the contempt in their eyes. Even in a group like the Blood Poison Gang, known for all kinds of crimes, they despised Yin Rongen, a scoundrel who dared to assault his brother’s wife.

“Leader, we’ve brought the people,” announced several disciples of the Blood Poison Gang, ushering in the surrounding houses’ owners and servants.

At the sight of the Blood Poison Gang members, their legs trembled in fear. The gang’s infamous reputation was known to everyone in the outer city.

“Everyone, remain calm. Today, we only wish to ask you some questions,” said Wen Zonghao, his face expressionless. “As long as you answer truthfully, a generous reward awaits you.”

“I don’t dare, I don’t dare!” The elderly man in the lead shook his head vigorously. “Leader, if you have any questions, please ask… I’ll tell you everything I know!” The people behind him nodded their heads in agreement, eager to conclude this interrogation swiftly.

“Excellent,” Wen Zonghao responded in a deep voice. “In the previous altercation that took place here, did any of you witness the person who was fighting with Yin Rongen?” He gestured towards Yin Rongen on the ground, his fingers sweeping the crowd before halting at Qin Huai and Huang Qiguang.

“No, we didn’t. I was sunbathing in the courtyard and didn’t see anyone,” replied the elderly man. The others echoed his statement—none of them had seen anything.

“Then, did anyone hear anything?” Wen Zonghao asked, unruffled.

The elderly man stayed composed, not revealing any signs of discomfort. However, the faces of those behind him visibly tensed.

“Take your time, think it over carefully,” Wen Zonghao suggested. As he finished speaking, he hoisted up one of the bystanders. “If there’s something you’re hiding, I’m sure you’re aware of the Blood Poison Gang’s methods.”

His gaze hardened, the coldness in his eyes chilling to the bone. The middle-aged man who was seized became so frightened he wet himself. A foul odor filled the air as a yellow liquid trickled down his pants.

“Trash!” Wen Zonghao tossed him aside. The man tumbled a few times on the ground before coming to a halt, dead from the casual display of Wen Zonghao’s strength.

“Leader, I know something! I heard it!” another man blurted out upon witnessing the terrifying display. “Before his death, I heard Song A’san yell, ‘Song A’san thanks Third Master for helping me take revenge!'”

“Bullshit!” Huang Qiguang roared and raised his hands, ready to end the life of the accuser.

“Hmm?” Wen Zonghao coldly snorted and turned his palm.

To Qin Huai, it appeared as if an unseen beast had growled and made its presence known. Wen Zonghao’s body seemed to emit an ethereal glow. With a swift palm strike, Huang Qiguang was forced onto his knees.

Bang!

Spiderweb-like cracks sprawled out from under Huang Qiguang’s knees.

Yin Rongen was dead, and he was being framed. The one who stood to benefit from this situation was likely the murderer. Both the Mountain City Gang and the Thunderbolt Gang were suspicious, as the chaos within would surely profit them. However, he considered the crafty, young fifth brother, Qin Huai, the most probable suspect.

“Third Brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t spew lies as you wish,” Qin Huai replied calmly. “These people spoke those words, not me. It has nothing to do with me.”

“Leader! We heard it too. Before Song A’san died, he shouted, ‘Song A’san thanks Third Master for helping me take revenge!’ If I lie, may lightning strike me down!”

One after another, the locals and martial artists swore on their lives to affirm the truth of their claims.

“Bullshit! This is all nonsense! Complete nonsense!” Anxious, Huang Qiguang was on the verge of tears. He moved towards Wen Zonghao, shielding his legs. “Foster Father, I swear on all that’s holy, I’ve never committed such an act!”

Wen Zonghao’s face was somber as he glanced between the corpse and Huang Qiguang. He turned to regard the reactions of the Blood Poison Gang members, finally setting his gaze on Qin Huai. “Fifth, what do you propose we do about this?”

Qin Huai understood instantly when he met Wen Zonghao’s eyes. “Yin Rongen committed an immoral act by taking his brother’s wife and murdering him. He truly deserved his fate!”

Qin Huai’s unexpected defense stunned Huang Qiguang.

“However,” Qin Huai continued, “Third Brother’s assault on a fellow disciple is also a grave offense. But given our current need for manpower in the Blood Poison Gang, perhaps we could…”

Wen Zonghao’s face broke into a gratified smile. “Fifth Brother, your words hold wisdom. Yet, harming fellow disciples is an act we cannot tolerate.”

“Leader, I’ll leave my fate in your hands!” Huang Qiguang quickly interjected, his voice resonating with defiance, as if he was unafraid of his impending doom.