<h4>Chapter 2125: Chapter 2125: The Suona Sounds</h4>
Gonzalez City is crowded with people and eyes, with a poption of tens of millions.
It’s impossible to enter openly without being discovered.
The simplest way to go unnoticed is to be alone.
Gonzalez City has be a refuge for martial artists, attracting many of them here.
As members of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Emperor and Aron Jackson cannot stop those people. If they really did, it would push them towards Trent Marsh.
So all they can do is protect their own people.
And form a team to maintain order.
Anyone found to be Trent Marsh’s person is directly taken out.
At least on the surface, Gonzalez City is calm.
Even though there are undercurrents, there are no major issues.
Previously, those who were killed were overly arrogant, tantly barging into Gonzalez City.
White Dragon, despite his arrogance, is also smart.
He knows the few figures in Gonzalez City must have some skills to trip up so many people.
To capture the ringleader, he ns to enter Gonzalez City alone, trying to finish things before Trent Marsh deals with Julius Reed and arrives.
He is one of Trent Marsh’s Eight Heavenly Kings.
With formidable strength.
"Ah." The old man, seeing that he couldn’t be persuaded, thought he might as well go in too.
The people behind him were too conspicuous, so he decided to disperse his men and imitate White Dragon, sneaking in.
At the very least, once White Dragon settles Gonzalez City, he can follow and reap some benefits.
As soon as the old man entered the woods, he realized he had lost track.
White Dragon, after all, is one of the Eight Heavenly Kings, moving swiftly, disappearing within seconds.
This left the old man in a dilemma.
Although Gonzalez City is crowded, it’s not dangerous, but there are many martial artists there.
Some of whom know him.
If recognized by a familiar face and used of siding with Trent Marsh, his fate would be death.
"What are you up to?"
A voice suddenly sounded behind the elder.
Mr. Qiu was startled but remainedposed when he turned around.
A group of people approached, none of whom looked like good people.
Mr. Qiu needed to ascertain their strength. If they weren’t strong, he would make his move and eliminate them.
Killing is often the best way to solve problems.
"I’m here to pay respects at a friend’s grave." Mr. Qiu pointed to a graveyard not far away, smiling. "By chance, I ran into you. After I’m done, shall we go back to Gonzalez City together? It’s not very peaceful these days, better to havepany."
"Visiting a grave?" Whitaker Dog rubbed his bald head, feeling something’s not right.
To visit a grave, wouldn’t one bring something?
And still be smiling?
"Yes, paying respects." Mr. Qiu was already observing.
This group consists of ten people, one Great Grandmaster among them, while the rest are not masters.
As long as he dealt with the bald one in front, all problems would be resolved.
"Well, I specialize in funerals. Since you’re visiting a grave, why not buy something from me?" Whitaker Dog pointed to the coffin, paper money, and spirit banners behind him. "Pick one, I’ll sell you for cheap."
"I didn’t bring money." Mr. Qiu felt a bit embarrassed.
As a Sect Leader of a small sect, he usually had someone in charge of finances apanying him.
Now, being here alone, how could he have money for purchases?
But after roughly estimating, he felt confident enough to solve the bald man’s problem.
"No money? There are two types of people with no money: a Great Grandmaster and a poor bastard. But you don’t look like a poor bastard, so where are you from?" Whitaker Dog rolled up his sleeves, asking coldly.
"Haha! Smart!" Mr. Qiu decided to drop the pretense, knowing there was nobody else around. "No wonder you’re smart enough for me to hesitate killing you."
"See?" Whitaker Dog said to the people behind him, "This old bird doesn’t look like a good thing at all."
"Boss, let’s arrange a funeral for him!" One of the underlings suggested.
Their Funeral Alliance had been doing welltely.
After the Funeral Alliance, founded by Shadow Kims, surrendered to Trent Marsh, Whitaker Dog’s business grew bigger.
In Gonzalez City, he’s be a top funeral expert.
Funeral business isn’t easy.
There’s a reason Whitaker Dog seeded.
Every candle hinges on his research.
In funeral services, his candles burn the brightest and longest.
The coffin materials are quite solid, even gold-ted.
The paper money is very realistic, with a huge denomination.
Most importantly,peting peers had their funerals arranged for free by Whitaker Dog.
No one really has other options.
"Kid, me your luck." Mr. Qiuughed heartily and suddenly struck Whitaker Dog’s chest with a palm!
He attacked without any warning, fast, urate, and vicious!
With a hit, it could pierce through the chest!
He’s fast, but Whitaker Dog isn’t slow!
Faced with a sneak attack, Whitaker Dog was long prepared, sidestepping quickly to grab Mr. Qiu’s arm!
"You have skill." Mr. Qiu shook his wrist, breaking free from Whitaker Dog, immediately drawing out a Longsword, shing straight away!
"Master Dog is offering you a free funeral today." Whitaker Dog caught the de bare-handed!
Though Mr. Qiu is skilled, Whitaker Dog’s abilities have surgedtely!
With both hands, he mped down.
Directly locking the de!
Then gave a fierce yank, ramming his knee up!
Crack!
Mr. Qiu’s rib broke, his mouth filled with blood.
"Speak, what are you doing!" With a foot pressing down on him, Whitaker Dog spoke coldly. "If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll kill you!"
"I’ll talk, I’ll talk! But if I tell you, will you spare me..." Mr. Qiu curled into a ball in pain, yet remained somewhat lucid.
Betraying Trent Marsh isn’t a safe action.
If it weren’t for his life being so threatened now, he’d never consider doing this.
"Of course, Master Dog’s word is as good as gold." Whitaker Dog sensed something amiss, this guy must know something, otherwise, he wouldn’t sneak around.
"Trent Marsh’s men have infiltrated Gonzalez City, I wanted to sneak in and got caught by you..." Mr. Qiu confessed fully, feeling shocked inside at how formidable the bald guy is!
But why isn’t his name on the intelligence reports?
"Alright, since you’re cooperating so well, I’ll offer you free benefits." Whitaker Dog said, picking up Mr. Qiu and tossing him into a coffin.
He then picked up the sword lying on the ground.
"What are you doing, didn’t you promise not to kill me..." Mr. Qiu’s eyes widened.
"Master Dog only tells the truth to ghosts." Whitaker Dogughed heartily and stabbed down with the sword!
Nailing Mr. Qiu together with the coffin!
"Bury him."
Whitaker Dog pulled out his phone, found Aron Jackson’s number, and dialed it.
"Trent Marsh’s people have infiltrated, be careful." After saying this, he grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the air.
The sound of suona horns yed.
...
Outside Copper Sparrow Terrace.
Everyone in Gonzalez City knows this is Aron Jackson’s base.
Spies are everywhere.
Hardly anyone dares to cause trouble here.
White Dragon stood at the entrance of Copper Sparrow Terrace, spat at the que.
Due to his deep inner power, the spit acted like a nail, piercing through the que.
White Dragon tidied his clothes and strode in.
The bar was crowded, with people singing.
White Dragon clearly didn’t like such environments.
He found a corner seat and began to observe the people around.
"Sir, would you like a drink?" At this moment, a woman sat beside White Dragon, holding a ss of wine.
"Sure." White Dragon smiled and reached out, just as he was about to take the ss.
His face suddenly changed!
The ss wasn’t filled with wine, but blood!