Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 12 Black Dragon Gang Red Flower Double Sticks

"Xiuer! Call Hu Wan over," he called out towards the door.

Before long, Hu Wan, the head steward of the outer residence, practically jogged in, his face always bearing that obsequious smile: "Young Master, what are your orders?"

"Where... in Goose City is there... a fight going on right now?"

Huang Shujian asked directly, his tone calm, as if he were asking where there was something fun to do.

Hu Wan was clearly taken aback for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Young Master... do you want to watch the show? Or... do you want to find someone to practice on? The servants in the manor..."

"A servant won't do," Huang Shujian interrupted him.

"They were ultimately very cautious with me."

Even someone as stubborn as Zhao Long only goes all out in a friendly spar; he doesn't dare to really go all out.

"What I need is a place where I can truly hone my skills in life-or-death battles, without any scruples."

Upon hearing this, Hu Wan's eyes darted around. After a moment of contemplation, he lowered his voice and said, "If Young Master wants this kind of training... then there is a place for him."

"explain."

"The area around the East Railway Station is a mixed bag, with numerous gangs and armed fights over territory almost every day."

"The two largest groups are the Black Dragon Gang, which our Huang family secretly supports, and the Ma Gang, which are actually supported by two major families in the south of the city."

"The two sides have been fiercely competing for the station's moving business these past few days, and bloodshed is commonplace."

The Chengdong Railway Station, completed three months ago, has become an important passage connecting Echeng with the outside world.

Recently, many trains have stopped here to unload goods, which has become a business.

As a result, gangs proliferated.

Huang Shujian's eyes suddenly lit up.

Gang fight?

A life-or-death struggle?

Isn't this exactly the kind of practical whetstone he needs right now?

"Good!" He slammed his hand on the table. "Get me an identity within the Black Dragon Gang."

"Remember, don't reveal my true identity. Just act like a... newly recruited soldier looking to make a living."

Hu Wan immediately nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, I understand!"

"Don't worry, young master, everything will be arranged perfectly! Absolutely no one will know your background!"

……

The next day, around dusk.

In the eastern part of the city, near the train station, lies a chaotic area.

Low shacks, mountains of shipping containers, and the air thick with the mixed smells of coal, sweat, and cheap tobacco.

In a warehouse with a dilapidated plaque that reads "Hall of Gathering Righteousness," thirty or forty strong men were gathered.

Most of them wore short jackets, with their chests open, revealing their bronze chests or tattoos, and carried all sorts of weapons such as machetes, iron rulers, and chains.

The atmosphere was lively and boisterous, filled with the smells of tobacco and cheap liquor.

At the front of the crowd stood a burly man in his forties with a scar on his face; he was none other than Scarface Dragon, the leader of the Black Dragon Gang.

He surveyed his men, his voice booming:

"Brothers! Those out-of-towners from the mule caravan are going too far! Today they even tried to steal our unloading business at the station!"

"Our Black Dragon Gang established itself in Goose City because of our courage and fighting spirit!"

"Everyone, keep your spirits up for today's battle! If we lose, we'll be starving!"

"If you win, the reward will be plentiful! Those who are injured will have their medical treatment covered by the gang! And for the unfortunate brothers who die, their families will be taken care of by the gang!"

He slammed his hand on the table: "We have strong backing! Don't back down!"

"roar!"

"Dry the caravan to death!"

"Reclaim the business!"

The crowd was stirred to a fever pitch, and they all brandished their weapons and roared, creating a cacophony in the Hall of Righteousness.

Scarface Dragon nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the three people standing slightly in front of him.

These three men are the most skilled fighters in the Black Dragon Gang, known as the Red Flower Double Staff, and are the core of the gang's martial prowess.

The one on the left is a bald, burly man with a face full of scars, carrying an ironwood stick as thick as a bowl. His nickname is Iron Head.

The one on the right is thin, but has a sinister look in his eyes and large knuckles, clearly indicating that he has practiced kung fu such as Eagle Claw. His nickname is Ghost Hand.

The one standing in the middle, however, seemed out of place.

He was wearing a slightly worn navy blue short-sleeved shirt. He wasn't particularly burly, and was even a bit thin, but he stood very upright.

His face was expressionless, appearing somewhat cold and aloof.

He carried a ghost-head knife in his hand; the blade was thick and the back of the blade was decorated with a ferocious ghost head, gleaming coldly.

This is Huang Shujian in disguise.

Under Hu Wan's arrangement, he just joined the Black Dragon Gang today. Because of his good skills, he was directly promoted by Scarface Dragon to become the new Red Flower Double Sticks.

Scarface Dragon looked at the three men, his expression becoming more serious: "Iron Head, Ghost Hand, and... this new little brother."

He paused, then continued, "The caravan also has three tough guys: Mourning Star, Long-Haired Knife, and Black Knife Fifth, who are their Red Flower Double Sticks."

"According to intelligence, they are all highly skilled individuals who have mastered three or four acupoints. They are ruthless and have caused the deaths of many members of our gang."

"Your task is to keep a close watch on them! Understand?"

Upon hearing this, both Iron Head and Ghost Hand grinned maliciously.

Ironhead roared, "Don't worry, Chief! I've wanted to meet those bastards from the caravan for ages! Let's see if their bones are tougher, or my ironwood stick!"

Ghost Hand added in a sinister tone, "My claws have been itching to get going lately."

Their gazes immediately fell on Huang Shujian in the middle.

His eyes held undisguised scrutiny, suspicion, and a hint of disdain.

To gain insight?

You just joined the gang today and you've already been promoted to a high-ranking member?

With that pretty boy look, is he just putting on airs by carrying a nice knife?

The position of a "red stick" is earned through fists and bloodshed; there is no room for deception.

If a fight really breaks out later, swords and spears have no eyes, and this arrogant brat who doesn't know his own limitations will probably be the first to lose his life!

Huang Shujian seemed oblivious to the two questioning gazes. Instead of feeling displeased, he felt a faint sense of anticipation.

Scarface Dragon saw all of this and smiled bitterly to himself.

He certainly didn't recognize this young man, but he was personally delivered by Hu Wan, the head steward of the Huang family's outer residence.

How dare he, Scarface Dragon, be negligent?

With just a word from Hu Wan, the Black Dragon Gang could be wiped out of Goose City!

He could only smooth things over: "We're all brothers, so let's look out for each other! Our Black Dragon Gang thrives on unity!"

He waved his hand dismissively: "Let's go! To the station, let those mule caravan bastards know whose territory Goose City is!"

"Set off!"

The crowd, surrounding Scarface Dragon, surged out of the warehouse like a turbid torrent, converging towards the nearby train station square.

Iron Head and Ghost Hand followed behind Scarface Dragon, glancing at Huang Shujian again, their eyes still filled with disdain.

At the other end of the train station square, a large, dark crowd had also gathered, armed with knives and shouting insults.

The caravan members have also arrived.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the square with a somber golden-red hue.

The two groups of people slowly approached each other, like waves about to collide.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

War is imminent.