fantasy novels Chapter 70 Gang Leader
Chapter 70 Gang Leader
Lu Lin looked at the iron tower.
He didn't speak.
He threw a punch.
The iron tower was extremely tall, and Lu Lin's punch could only reach his chest.
Iron Tower looked at Lu Lin with disdain, not even thinking of dodging.
until……
"ah--"
Iron Tower cried out in pain as Lu Lin's punch sent him double over. He staggered back two or three steps, his face flushed and his eyes bloodshot.
His hands were tightly pressed against his chest.
"You son of a bitch, Iron Tower, I told you not to play games, and don't pull this stunt on me! Just do it already!"
The third brother behind urged them on.
The other gang members kept making a fuss.
"Iron Tower, are you sure you can handle this? If not, let me do it."
"Hahaha, you got punched like this by a kid, I have to admire your acting skills."
But the tower couldn't hear a word they said.
His vision blurred into black and white, and his ears were ringing.
It felt like the world had abandoned me.
He wanted to see Lu Lin.
This kid I've never taken seriously.
But you can't see it.
The sky is spinning, the earth is turning.
Clutching his chest, the iron tower collapsed heavily to the ground, foaming at the mouth and with his eyes rolling back.
He's not dead, but he's close to it.
"Um?"
Third Brother didn't believe that Iron Tower would act to this extent, so he leaped up to Iron Tower and placed his finger under Iron Tower's nose.
There was still a breath, but it was barely a whisper.
Third Brother felt like he had seen a ghost.
Lu Lin didn't gather his strength, didn't lunge, and didn't exhale loudly when he threw that punch.
It was like playing around with a friend; you just punched it, and that's how the tower got damaged like this.
Just how strong is this person?
The third brother's eyes held a hint of apprehension. "What's your name? Why are you causing trouble for my Fierce Tiger Gang?"
The third brother put one hand behind his back and made a gesture to his subordinates.
One of the quick-witted underlings immediately understood his meaning, but given Lu Lin's presence, he dared not leave easily.
"My name is Lu Lin. I'd like to borrow five thousand taels of silver. The IOU has already been written, right, Brother Qiang?"
As Lu Lin spoke, he smiled at Brother Qiang, who was hiding behind the crowd.
Qiang Ge trembled, avoided Lu Lin's gaze, and dared not answer.
"Five thousand taels?"
The Tiger Gang's treasury held more than five thousand taels of silver; the silver they had lent out, when added together, was probably more than ten thousand taels.
But no one has ever lent so much money at once.
Was Lu Lin just playing with them, or did he really want to borrow money?
"What? Does the mighty Tiger Gang not even have five thousand taels of silver?"
"Kid, I'll fucking kill you!"
The fact that Third Brother was hesitant to make a move made his men restless.
The first person rushed in, followed by the second and the third.
Although Iron Tower is strong, he's only at the level of someone who's just trained his flesh once or twice. With so many of them, even if Lu Lin is a Bone Refiner, he'll still suffer.
"Don't……"
Third Brother couldn't stop him, and his underlings rushed past him.
Two clever ones took advantage of the chaos and escaped through the back door.
The next second, those henchmen who rushed towards Lu Lin flew back at an even faster speed.
Bang, bang bang.
A dozen or so men fell to the ground.
Qiang Ge didn't rush over; his legs were trembling so badly he couldn't take a step.
"You little brat, you're asking for it!"
Third Brother couldn't hold back any longer.
This kid named Lu Lin isn't here to borrow money; he's clearly here to rob us.
He grabbed an iron rod and smashed it down on Lu Lin's head.
Lu Lin caught the iron rod and took a half step back.
Pull hard.
Third Brother still wanted to resist.
But less than a second later, he was pulled forward, and his third brother quickly let go.
He then grabbed a long bench from the side.
Lu Lin casually swung the iron rod.
The bench shattered with a crash.
Debris flew everywhere.
"Die, you son of a bitch!"
Third Brother exhaled and made a sound, actually grabbing a millstone weighing two or three hundred pounds, lifting it above his head, and smashing it down at Lu Lin.
Only a fool would try to catch a millstone.
Lu Lin dodged the blow and struck his third brother in the waist with the stick.
Click.
Bone fractured.
Third Brother fell to one side.
He struggled, but no matter what he did, he couldn't stand up.
"Kid, what are you trying to do?!"
The three were in so much pain that sweat poured down their faces.
"Didn't I already say I wanted to borrow five thousand taels of silver?"
"Are you people deaf?"
Lu Lin smashed a stick into Third Brother's head, and Third Brother instinctively closed his eyes.
But when the iron bar was about to strike, it stopped.
"Forget it, I have no grudge against you, it's not worth taking your life."
Lu Lin threw the iron bar aside, and it landed with a clang.
Qiang Ge trembled, just as Lu Lin's gaze turned towards him.
"Brother Qiang, I've already written you the IOU, you're not going to renege on your promise, are you?"
"No, no, it can't be, it definitely can't be, Third Brother..."
Qiang Ge gave a smile that looked more like a grimace and turned to look at Third Brother.
"Give it to him, give it to him."
If I had known that five thousand taels of silver would have been enough to get rid of Lu Lin, that plague god, then Third Brother would never have chosen to go through with this mess with Lu Lin.
"Okay, Brother Lu Lin, please, please wait a moment."
Qiang Ge's voice trembled as he spoke.
He trembled as he took the key from his third brother and unlocked the door.
"Hey, wait a minute."
Qiang Ge's body stiffened.
"Could you check again to see if you have the Ancient Family Forging Technique in your warehouse?"
"Huh? You also know about the Ancient Clan's forging techniques?" Third Brother was suddenly surprised.
Lu Lin nodded. "Speaking of which, I have quite a history with your Fierce Tiger Gang. I've also practiced the Ancient Clan's forging technique, and the results were pretty good."
Third Brother looked dejected and waved to Brother Qiang who was standing at the door.
Only then did Brother Qiang go inside.
A moment later, Brother Qiang pushed out a large wooden box.
"Brother Lu, Lu Lin, here is five thousand taels of silver. I've also brought you three ancient sword-forging manuals."
"Alright, then I'll take my leave now."
Lu Lin lifted the box of silver with one hand; it was quite heavy. He hoisted the box onto his shoulder and turned to say, "Keep the IOU safe. I'm just borrowing money, not robbing you. I will definitely repay it when it's due."
"Yes, yes..."
Qiang Ge gave a difficult response.
The loan period you made was 18,000 years ago, so how can we possibly get that money back?
"Oh right!"
Lu Lin turned around. "Where are your two disciple tokens? Take me to get them."
"Yes, in the little house."
"Okay, lead the way."
Lu Lin pointed to the back door, and Qiang Ge obediently complied.
After Lu Lin and the others left, Third Brother sighed.
Brother Qiang doesn't live far away; it only took him about ten minutes to walk there.
Brother Qiang respectfully took out two tokens and then took out three hundred taels of silver from under the bed.
"Brother, this is the money I had left over from selling the tokens. I've spent the rest, but don't worry, I'll definitely find a way to pay you back."
"Okay, I'll remember that. You can save the money slowly, I'm not in a hurry for it, but if you dare to play me..."
"No, no, brother, you can rest assured. I'd rather mess with myself than mess with you." Qiang Ge was practically kneeling before Lu Lin.
Lu Lin stopped teasing him and turned around with the silver.
suddenly.
A figure descended from the sky and blocked Lu Lin's path.
The man was eight feet tall, with round eyes, a bushy beard, and muscles that made his blue scholar's robe bulge. He held a long sword in his hand.
"You're Lu Lin?"
Upon seeing the newcomer, tears immediately streamed down Qiang's face. He knelt on the ground, his heart filled with grievance and fear, which coalesced into a single sentence:
"Boss—"