Strongest Guard

Location, Foshan.    

Legend has it that in the modern era, many martial arts geniuses have appeared.    

Any noob or nanny who walked out of a corner could use the same set of feet without a shadow of a single trace of a Buddha, so it wasn't a problem to deal with seven or eight young men.    

It was a pity that with the development of modern society, there weren't many people who were able to learn true kung fu.    

However, what was undeniable was that this place was definitely hiding countless experts from the common people.    

They or the big guy in the park who dances in the square.    

Or a hair-headed child riding a tricycle with his bare buttocks.    

Or -- beggars everywhere.    

It was undeniable that beggars who lived and danced with light and dust were spread throughout the world. When they formed a group, the power they possessed was enough to make any country's regime take them seriously.    

In China, such a group was called "Fructus".    

On the surface, the Fructus looked like just countless organizations asking for money.    

But in reality, ever since a certain dynasty was established, the hierarchy within the Fructus had become more and more distinct.    

The Fructus disciples were distributed to different elders.    

According to the number of sacks the Elder had, they were divided into nine bags.    

The levels went up and the scope of jurisdiction expanded.    

For example, the Elder Tang who was able to twist his head 180 degrees, and the Elder Fang who was able to turn into a bat and climb the walls, they were all elders from the Fructus s.    

Above them were the eight bags of Elders who were in charge of this region, as well as the nine bags of Elders who were often by the side of the Sect Master.    

Such a strict hierarchical system would ensure that all those who really needed food would not starve to death on the streets.    

At the same time, it also ensured that these people wouldn't be tempted like during the feudal era and listen strictly to the orders of the Sect Master.    

However, as the saying goes, good.    

Wherever there were people, there would be strife.    

Rights and money have always been the main culprits of human struggle.    

A beggar can ignore money.    

But among the people in the Fructus, there weren't many who didn't care about power.    

Especially those who had struggled on the Nine Packs' seat for twenty to thirty years, they were bitterly hoping that the previous Sect Leader would return quickly.    

In the end, the old Sect Master had left.    

However, the position of Sect Master did not land on any of the nine bags of Elders.    

Since ten-odd years ago, a little girl named Shen Qingwu had become the sect master of Fructus.    

This made the seniors in the Fructus feel extremely depressed.    

Even though there was a colossus like the Shen Family in the capital that supported Shen Qingwu, allowing her to gain a foothold within the Fructus step by step, and also gaining the approval of the majority of the sect members, it still could not stop many people, and they disobeyed this female sect leader's orders.    

Not even for so many years had he given up rejecting Shen Qingwu.    

This was also why Shen Qingwu had coincidentally met Hua Yeshen when she was assassinated in front of the Seven Stars Association of Jinghua.    

Ye Zichen saw Qin Yuguan, who was pretending to be an old beggar, charge over with a sword in hand.    

Shen Qingwu subconsciously thought that those people were the unstable elements in the Fructus.    

These misunderstandings, it was impossible for the four Avians to take the initiative to explain themselves. Who knew what kind of madness that woman would go crazy after Sect Leader Shen knew that they were deliberately toying with her.    

Unexpectedly, this lack of an explanation led to even more trouble in the future.    

Since Hua Yeshen's safety was guaranteed.    

Filled with anger, Shen Qingwu began to clean up the unstable elements within the Fructus.    

She first traveled from the south of the capital city to the south, passing by the mountains of Dong Province, the rivers and lands, the beautiful pearls, and the west of Xiang, bringing along a hundred over four bags of elders loyal to her from the Fructus. They killed their way to the southernmost area of China in a grandiose manner.    

The final resting place was … Mount Buddha!    

Why did he choose this place?    

There were three reasons.    

First of all, the old beggar that Qin Yuguan was pretending to be was using a flexible sword and his swordsmanship was superb. This ability was very similar to the regional Fructus leaders of the two regions, the nine bags of elders Ye Xiangtian.    

Secondly, in the entire Fructus, Ye Xiangtian was the only person who didn't protect the Sect Master at Beijing, but instead stayed far away from the Sect Master at the southernmost point of China.    

Finally and most importantly.    

Something happened to Foshan's Fructus division.    

On a certain day in early March, the three Fructus disciples responsible for one-way communication with the Sect Master, all lost contact with each other.    

The beggars of the entire Buddhist mountain became a crowd that Shen Qingwu could not manage.    

It took Shen Qingwu almost a month to get here.    

Even after receiving a report from Elder Fang from Ming Zhu that a person called Yang Xiao had met with trouble.    

Even when they saw the news that spread across the entire world, the reports said that a certain Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine called Yang Xiao had become terminally ill.    

Lili suppressed her worry and longing for her beloved and decided to stay in Foshan to deal with the problem.    

It was just like what Elder Fang said to Jinghong Ming.    

This was an internal problem of the Fructus, so he did not need anyone's help.    

Foshan Liangyuan Square, now entering spring, is the peak season of tourism, you can see with an excited and joyful expression on the face of visitors everywhere, looking for a favorite scene to take a photo of.    

At the edge of the square, in a resting chair.    

A man and a woman sat there, their faces grave and unwelcoming. Instead of looking like tourists, they were staring at a young beggar in dark glasses, leaning on crutches, and holding a small lunchbox in his hand.    

"Little Aunt, after checking for so many days, are you sure you can find a way to break through these little beggars?"    

Shen Kang asked carefully.    

However, Shen Qingwu didn't respond at all. She simply embraced her nephew who was a few years older than Little Aunt, pretending to be a couple. The sweet and happy smile on her face made Shen Kang's heart turn cold.    

Shen Kang felt bitter in his heart.    

After the incident where his Duan Family had been leaked, he was forcefully left behind in his America, at the "Wanderer's House", where he was managed.    

Work is very leisurely, but evil imperialist society, daily shooting incidents.    

The America CIA, also known as the "World Police", didn't care about anything else. After investigating the case, it was obvious that it wanted to start with the beggar. This caused Shen Kang to frequently go to various police stations and secret organizations to pick people up.    

Disturbance. Disturbance.    

Of course, it was not as though there were no benefits to be had from all these troubles.    

At the very least, Shen Kang's special identity caused the people from America to lower their guard against him, the beggar leader.    

Shen Kang was definitely one of the most representative and outstanding people in the Shen Family who had always placed great emphasis on the interests of the nation.    

brought along the secret information that he had discovered, personally returned back to his country, and reported to the Shen Family higher ups.    

When he finished his report and was about to take a few days off, Shen Qingwu had suddenly made him into a strong man.    

It could be said that this trip to the Buddha Mountain was more accurate to say that Shen Qingwu was cleaning up the interior of the Fructus.    

Rather than say that it's Shen Kang representing the power of Shen Family, it's better to say that he's here to support Shen Qingwu and stabilize the Fructus disciples here.    

Anyway.    

It had taken them almost a month to finish everything.    

"It's almost three. It's time for these people to gather."    

Shen Qingwu's sudden words interrupted Shen Kang's thoughts.    

He kept his neck close to Little Aunt, trying his best to keep a distance between them. He didn't want to end this matter with him being a tease to Little Aunt. He lowered his voice and said, "Yes, I know. I'll inform the others and get ready to move out."    

"Tell them to hold on tight and wait for the rest of the guys to gather. I want to see who dares to pretend to be the Fructus and who dares to suppress the real Fructus disciples to the point where they can't even lift their heads up. "    

At this moment, Shen Qingwu's body erupted with a sharp aura.    

Even Shen Kang, who knew Little Aunt very well, couldn't help but shiver.    

"Ah, that fellow left. Quickly follow him."    

Shen Kang tried his best to divert his attention and found that the blind beggar whom they were staring at earlier was slowly walking forward while tapping the walking stick in his hand. He immediately shouted and slipped out of Little Aunt's control.    

As soon as he finished his sentence, he saw that Shen Qingwu had already followed him without a sound.    

One in front, two in back.    

The three of them walked along the streets of Foshan for who knows how long.    

The little beggar in front suddenly turned around and entered a residential district.    

Shen Qingwu and Shen Kang stopped and hid in their hiding spots.    

As time passed, more and more beggars of different ages appeared in the vicinity.    

These youths were either deaf, blind, or handicapped. There were even a few whose legs were so twisted that it was hard to look at them directly. They could only lie inside the scooter and walk while pressing their hands against the ground.    

In groups of twos and threes, they retreated into the district.    

Soon after, more and more people dressed in strange clothing gathered in the vicinity, maintaining a distance from each other as they exchanged glances with Shen Qingwu.    

Time flew by.    

At 4 o'clock sharp, without Shen Qingwu saying anything, Shen Kang slightly nodded, raised his arm and made a fist gesture.    

After that, dozens of Fructus disciples scattered around rushed out from all directions, charging into the small district.    

These people went in.    

A moment later, a news van with the sign of "Foshan Morning Post" on the door stopped in front of the residential complex.    

An old man pulled a reporter out of the car.    

"Uncle, are you talking about here?"    

"Yes, this is it. Comrade Reporter, let me tell you. These days, I've already written a lot of reports to the government. No one cared about me. I didn't have any other choice, so I called you guys over. Hurry up and report, otherwise those children will be completely ruined. "    

"Great sir, what exactly is going on? You have to be mentally prepared for me, no?"    

The reporter's face was filled with helplessness.    

When he woke up early in the morning, the grandpa ran over to the newspaper office and said that he was going to expose the big news.    

Asking him what news it was, he didn't say anything. He just dragged the reporter here with him. If the reporter didn't come, he definitely wouldn't give up.    

Poor Xiaoxin had been arranged by the editor of the newspaper to come over after hearing about the reporter.    

Now that they had reached their destination, they should at least say what they needed to say.    

The old man nodded vigorously, "I'll say, I'll say, open the recorder. Everything I say is evidence.    

Listen to me.    

There was a crime den hidden in the district. It was an evil organization that sold children and crippled people. They even let people out to be beggars for money.    

Several of Man's men had taken the children from other places and crippled them so that they could go out on the streets and beg for food.    

If you don't have the money, just call.    

If you don't have enough money, you don't have to give food.    

Too cruel, too inhumane.    

It's right on the third floor, I'll lead you there right now! "    

The old man waved his hand and walked inside, followed by the reporter.    

Just as they stepped through the entrance of the residential complex, they saw a sturdy man holding a half-meter long machete rolling out of a building. His body swayed twice before he collapsed on the ground.    

The two of them were stunned at the same time.    

The reporter was definitely a professional, so he quickly ran towards the fallen man outside the building.    

After running two steps, he saw the blade-wielding brawny man swaying to his feet, his entire body covered in blood.