In the Temple Street Square, there was a large round table. People were already sitting around it, but there were still several empty chairs.
Sitting around the round table, an old man with gray hair wearing reading glasses and holding a small pipe said softly: "Are you really planning to do this?"
[In view of the general environment,
"In my opinion, there is always something wrong with this."
"In less than half a year, the red ghost conquered "Hua Shan", and not long ago, he also annexed "Kaiyang Group". "
The old man exhaled thick smoke and looked towards the small temple behind: "A lot of people died here that night."
"I don't think that red ghost will be that simple."
Opposite the round table, a fat man wearing a black suit and red shirt patted the table. He wore three gold rings on his fat hands, and the aura of the nouveau riche came to him.
"Uncle Ya, you are getting old and your courage has become as small as that of a mouse."
"Who is a red ghost? Even if he doesn't engage in "flower shirts", I, Xu Ruihao, will make him, Lei Laoqi, eat shit! "
Sitting next to the fat man, a man in his thirties, with some black eyes and a strong smell of perfume on his body, laughed.
"Fat Xu, if you don't brag for a day, you will die."
"How dare you, "Yi Sheng", dare to challenge Old Ghost Lei? If Wan Laodao hadn't been there to protect you, you would have died long ago. "
Xu Ruihao suddenly looked at the man next to him: "Ding Ding'ao, don't think that just because you have the word "Ao" in your name, you are really awesome. "
"If you look down on us "Yisheng", then who are you "Ding Shengxing"? You are just a dog raised by those "Jiu Feng" women. "
The man named Ding Dingao immediately slapped the table and stood up: "Fat Xu, if you dare, say it again!"
Xu Ruihao was about to speak when he heard a voice say calmly: "Okay, for the Chinese New Year, calm down your anger."
It was a middle-aged man with silver-white temples, a mustache, eyes closed, and playing with a pair of iron gall bladders in his hands.
Ding Dingao glanced at the middle-aged man, sat down and said with a smile, "For Mr. Wan's sake, I don't have the same experience as Fatty Xu."
This Mr. Wan, whose full name is Wan Cheng, is the leader of the underground organization "Black Owl" in Guangling City.
He is ruthless and decisive, and is a famous figure in the dungeon.
Wan Cheng opened his eyes with sharp eyes.
"Chigui has risen too fast, and his "Red Gate" has expanded rapidly in just six months. "
"The reason why we are uniting to punish him this time is very simple. If we let him go unchecked, next year everyone here might be working for him as a red ghost."
"Uncle Ya's concerns are not unreasonable. Of course I also know that Chigui is not a simple person."
"But with the combined forces of our families, are we still afraid that he won't bow his head?"
At this moment, sitting next to Uncle Ya, a man with an expressionless face and an indifferent expression slowly said: "Has Ye Mei from "Nine Phoenixes" made a statement? "
"Although they are all women, it is undeniable that Ye Mei and her sisters are all masters."
"If they express their intention, then tonight is a sure thing."
"Otherwise, please forgive us for not mixing the "dark blood". "
Wan Cheng frowned and said, "Brother Yue Zun, is it bad to say this now?"
"YeAlthough the boss didn't make it clear, "Jiu Feng" said that a representative of them will show up tonight. Isn't this enough? "
Yue Zun raised his head and said seriously: "Not enough."
What Wan Cheng wanted to say was when someone came to him and whispered.
The leader of the "Black Owl" raised his head and said, "The people from the Red Gate are here."
Then he stood up and said, "Let's go, he is a newbie in the underground city. No matter what we do, we have to show our attitude and welcome him."
Under the leadership of Wan Cheng, a Taoist body
Shadow stood up and left the round table with him.
Soon they saw a group of people arriving.
Walking at the front was a man wearing a cloak and a Nuo opera woodcarving mask.
When Wan Cheng and others were observing Luo Yan, Luo Yan was also sizing them up. The only difference from those on the opposite side was that Luo Yan opened the "Wuwang Zhuanyan" and had a panoramic view of those people's information.
From his perspective, it was obvious that Wan Cheng and Yue Zun were the strongest among the big bosses of these organizations. The former was an intermediate level five, and the latter was an intermediate level four.
Such strength, even if placed in the corps, can be regarded as an elite.
However, these two people have no fighting power, but no secret techniques or unique skills.
So in Luo Yan's eyes, there are only two heads that can be picked off at any time.
This is also the difference between military personnel and civilian capable people.
After all, it is very difficult for leaders of these private organizations to gain access to secret techniques and unique skills.
At this moment, Luo Yan's heart moved slightly. He glanced to the side and saw a white figure walking by. It was a woman with straight black hair and a spotless white dress.
Luo Yan's eyes changed slightly.
It was an old acquaintance.
Jiufeng, Guanqi!
There are two women beside Guan Qi, both of whom are Jiufeng's killers. Their combat power is at the fourth and fifth levels of junior level respectively.
With such strength, one can almost walk sideways in this part of the old city.
At this time, Guan Qi also looked over, and Luo Yan quietly appeared with a few dragon scales behind his back, adding a bit of evil to his eyes.
In addition to making Guan Qi's eyes slightly change, revealing a look of fear, it also slightly changed his aura, making it difficult for Guan Qi to recognize him.
All this happens in the blink of an eye.
Although "Black Owl" Wan Cheng has rich experience, he couldn't see much in this short moment. Dao Guan Qi only looked at the red ghost. At first glance, I never thought there was much inside information.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but he did not laugh. He said very implicitly: "The Red Gate and the Nine Phoenixes are here together. This year, it will be lively."
"Please, both of you."
Wan Cheng turned sideways, and the crowd immediately divided, and a passage appeared.
Luo Yan strode forward without thinking too much, and crossed ten thousand cities at once.
Wan Cheng's expression changed slightly immediately, but he did not get angry. Instead, the fat man named Xu Ruihao snorted.
"Do you understand the rules?"
"You, Hongmen, have not reached the point where you are just one of a kind. Everyone here today has equal status."
"Besides, you are the youngest here, so what qualifications do you have to go ahead of Mr. Wan?"
"Hurry up and take a few steps back. You don't understand the superiority of elders and younger ones, yet you still dare to come to the night banquet, haha."
Luo Yan looked at this man in surprise.
I thought that I would come to Guangling as a "red ghost", kill Lei Qi, and build the Red Gate.
There must be many people who have died at his hands, but this man is not even at the intermediate level, how dare he yell at him?
He sighed softly in his mask: "After all, we still haven't killed enough."
When Wen Zou heard this, his back suddenly felt cold. He thought about it and said softly: "Sir, today is New Year's Eve. It is unlucky to see blood on a good day."
Luo Yan glanced at him and saw that Wen Zou was about to scold him for talking too much. Unexpectedly, Luo Yan nodded slightly and actually agreed!
This flattered him a little.
