Zhang Hushan's new mansion, which is by no means less famous than Du Mansion in Shanghai, was still brightly lit even though it was already around twelve o'clock in the night.
Of course, in normal times, there will also be various banquets and banquets in Zhang Mansion that go on until late at night.
But today is different from other days. There is no such atmosphere of singing, dancing and having fun in Zhang's mansion. There are many big men wearing black silk shirts and armed with guns around the mansion, patrolling vigilantly. Inside the mansion, the security is even tighter. , these disciples and grandsons of Zhang Hushan's most capable gang all have serious expressions and are on alert as if facing a formidable enemy.
In a small reception room with the most security, there were more than a dozen people sitting at this time.
Zhang Hushan and some of his most trusted and capable subordinates were all gathered in this living room at this time.
But the person sitting at the top of the table is not the owner Zhang Hushan, but a middle-aged man in his early forties with a thin and narrow face and sharp eyes, which gives people a rather sinister feeling.
Zhang Hushan, on the other hand, sat on the guest seat next to him.
The middle-aged man wore a black silk robe and a pair of satin embroidered black cloth shoes. The clothes were very traditional and of course very wealthy.
At this time, the middle-aged man was leisurely drinking tea from a celadon tea bowl.
But apart from him, everyone else in the room looked anxious and restless, including Zhang Hushan.
Seeing Zhang Hushan, wouldn't he stretch his neck and look out of the living room? The middle-aged man laughed dumbly, with some disdain in his eyes.
"Boss Zhang, don't worry, even if your gunmen miss, we in Dajiangtang will never miss."
Then the middle-aged man said lightly:
"Since we have accepted Boss Zhang's money, our Dajiangtang will definitely kill your enemy tonight."
"Old Zhang naturally believes in the credibility of Guitang."
Zhang Hushan quickly smiled at the middle-aged man.
The brothers under Zhang Hushan in the living room all looked puzzled when they saw this.
They didn't know the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat. They had never seen him in Master Zhang's house before. They didn't know who this middle-aged man was, let alone why Master Zhang treated this middle-aged man. The man was so polite, even to the point of being flattering.
Dajiangtang?
Is there such a gang on the road? Why have I never heard of it?
And the tone of this middle-aged man's words is really loud!
At this time, the bell hanging on the wall of the living room rang.
Everyone looked at the wall together, but it was already twelve o'clock in the night.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
...According to the divination beforehand, Du Wenqiang should have walked out of the Paramount Dance Hall at 11:06...
He had already told Zhang Hushan about this, so the gunmen arranged by Zhang Hushan appeared so accurately outside the gate of the Paramount Dance Hall.
Regardless of whether those gunmen or the practitioner from Dajiang Hall succeeded, they should come back to report the news at this time.
As for the possibility of failure, the middle-aged man never thought about it.
Because after receiving the entrustment of this business, their Dajiangtang also got to know the target person a little bit, and they can be sure that the target person has not had contact with practitioners in the past few years, and he should not be aware of the existence of their practice world.
For such an ordinary person without the protection of a practitioner, it is completely enough to eliminate a killer in the entrainment stage, so how could he fail?
The middle-aged man thought so, put the tea bowl in his hand on the golden nanmu coffee table next to him, smiled at Zhang Hushan and said:
"Boss Zhang, there will be good news within five minutes."
As if to verify his words.
As soon as he finished saying this, the footsteps of several people came from outside the door of the living room.
Zhang Hushan immediately stood up with excitement on his face.
...Is he finally dead?
In the past few years, the boy who sold fruit had brought Zhang Hushan a lot of trouble and pressure, but he couldn't show any abnormality in the past, otherwise he would be said to be jealous of talents, and he would be said to be a petty person.
Now, is the fellow disciple who has become so powerful in the past few years that he has become a thorn in his flesh, finally dead?
The look on Zhang Hushan's face was one of great anticipation.
And all of his men craned their necks to look at the door of the living room.
Only the middle-aged man frowned slightly at this time, and the smile on his face disappeared. .
Among the people who came from outside, there was a practitioner.
The realm should be...the realm of first acquaintance!
No, the one I sent this time was just a practitioner in the Qi-entraining stage!
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed.
At this time, there were several more muffled sounds of people shouting and falling to the ground outside the hall. It seemed that the gang members guarding outside the hall had fallen, and then four figures walked in from outside the hall.
The person walking at the front was a thin middle-aged man wearing a black tweed trench coat and a white scarf. His legs and feet seemed a little awkward. When walking, one shoulder was slightly raised and thrust forward, but It didn't stop him from walking in with a high-spirited aura.
Everyone in the living room is familiar with this person.
These people will be sitting here tonight, waiting for news of this man's death.
However, what they didn't expect was that what they were waiting for was not the news of death, but the man himself.
Du Wenqiang is here.
Walking behind Du Wenqiang was a young man with a sturdy build and cold eyes. He was Du Wenqiang's personal bodyguard Xiaojian. At this age, he was in his early twenties and had already defeated all the invincible opponents in the Shencheng Youth Gang. Young man, everyone in this living room is also familiar with me.
So when Xiaojian appeared, the bosses under Zhang Hushan were inexplicably nervous.
Because they know that even though there are many of them, if they really want to take action, this small arrow can definitely kill most of them.
Behind Du Wenqiang and Xiaojian, the third person who walked in was a thin young monk wearing gray robes.
Zhang Hushan and his men didn’t understand why a monk came with them. However, after the young monk came in and looked around at everyone in the living room, the elders of Zhang Hushan’s men , everyone's heartbeats suddenly accelerated, and they felt inexplicably afraid.
As for the middle-aged man sitting at the main seat drinking tea, when the young monk appeared, his eyes immediately fell on the young monk, staring at the young monk closely, his expression became extremely solemn.
As for the young man who walked in last, wearing a long gown and looking ordinary, no one in the living room paid any attention to him for a while.
Du Wenqiang's eyes moved around the hall, and then fell on Zhang Hushan.
"Brother Zhang, I heard someone said that you want my life tonight, so I came here to ask if this is really the case."
Du Wenqiang stared at Zhang Hushan and asked loudly.
When Du Wenqiang walked in, Zhang Hushan's face had become extremely ugly. He originally glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, but unfortunately at this time, the middle-aged man was looking at the young gray-robed monk with a solemn expression. , and did not respond to Zhang Hushan's questioning look.
At this time, Zhang Hushan was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely:
"Yes, I will kill you first today, Xiao Du, Xiao Du, do you know how many people you have blocked their way to make money?"
"Standing in the way of people and money?"
Du Wenqiang frowned and said:
"These business territories in the gang, I dare say that Du has never crossed the border in these years. Brother Zhang, you can think about it. In the past, when our brothers had disputes over territory and business, I, Du, was not the first to have any disputes. If you take a step back and calm things down, you won't block people's way of making money."
"I didn't talk about the business in the gang, but the thing I discussed with you half a year ago. You know it's a big business. Even though there are many people in our gang who want to do it, because of your opposition from Du Wenqiang, everyone You don’t have to make any money, do you think you are blocking everyone’s way of making money?”
Du Wenqiang's face suddenly turned cold.
"Although I, Xiao Du, am a gangster leader, I can run brothels, gambling houses, smoke and arms, and can do any business as long as I can make money, but if I don't sell my ancestors, don't even think about cooperating with the people of the Rising Sun Country!"
"In that case, don't blame me for not being brotherly. In this world, everything is fake, only money is real! Brothers will turn against each other because of money, don't say that we just fell in love with the same stick of incense. Fake brother!"
Zhang Hushan roared viciously.
Then he turned to the middle-aged man sitting next to him and said:
"Mr. Guo, you promised me that after receiving the money, you would kill this man tonight."
The middle-aged man whom Zhang Hushan called Mr. Guo did not turn to look at Zhang Hushan. He still stared closely at the young monk wearing a robe, and just said lightly:
"Our Dajiangtang will definitely do things after receiving the money."
Then, he solemnly asked the young gray-robed monk:
"What is your name?"
"Little monk Duzhu."
Duzhu was very polite and polite.
Mr. Guo frowned. He had never heard of such a person in the spiritual world of Shanghai.
"Is the person from Dajiang Hall who we sent to kill him dead?"
Then Mr. Guo pointed to Du Wenqiang and asked again.
"If you mean a strong man with a spear, he is not dead. The monk just let him sleep for a while."
Duzhu thought for a while and said.
"The young monk does not kill any living being."
Then he said this very sincerely.
Mr. Guo seemed to be slightly relieved, then nodded and said:
"I would like to thank you for your mercy, but our Dajiangtang takes people's money to eliminate disasters. I must kill this mortal named Du tonight. Can you give way?"
Duzhu subconsciously looked back at Shu Guan.
"Can you handle it?"
Shu Guan asked him.
Shu Guan had already observed the middle-aged man sitting on the high chair when he came in. He is also a practitioner in the first realm of knowledge. His strength should be around the seventh and eighth floors of the building, not far from the realm of Duzhu. .
That's why Shu Guan asked such a question.
He decided not to take action today if he could, not because Duzhu, a free fighter, was very useful, so he wanted to exploit the opponent.
But because of what happened tonight, the fight between the two biggest gangsters in Shanghai, the Green Gang, will definitely attract the attention of many people, including practitioners.
For example, the Seven Immortals Alliance will definitely learn about this matter tomorrow, so Shu Guan hopes that his presence in this matter will be as low as possible.
"Young monk, try your best."
Duzhu smiled bitterly again.
Mr. Wei looked at this scene in great surprise. He didn't understand why a practitioner who was almost as powerful as him wanted to ask a mortal for his opinion.
He took a deep look at the ordinary-looking young man and confirmed that he was just an ordinary mortal.
There was no time to think about anything else at this time. From the conversation between the two people just now, Mr. Wei had already understood that if he wanted to kill Du Wenqiang, he must first kill the young monk in gray robe.
So Mr. Wei slowly stood up and said to Zhang Hushan:
"Boss Zhang, one thing I want to make clear is that the money you pay is only enough for our Dajiangtang to dispatch people of my ability to do things for you."
"So if I fail later, our Dajiangtang will not continue this commission, but we will refund the money to you."
"Of course, if I fail, I don't think you, Boss Zhang, will survive tonight."
In the last sentence, there was a hint of ridicule in Mr. Wei's tone.
Then, he picked up the tea bowl on the nanmu coffee table.
The tea is still warm.
Mr. Wei slowly opened the lid of the tea bowl, as if he wanted to take a sip of tea.
Just the moment he opened the lid, countless slender, sharp, cold ice needles flew out of the tea bowl, shooting at Monk Duzhu like a rainstorm, and at the same time at the other three people around the young monk. people.
A loud shout came from Duzhu's mouth.
He was very thin, but his shout was as loud as a thunderbolt.
At the same time as he let out a loud shout, Duzhu raised one of his palms. The palm suddenly swelled in the air and became as big as a mat. Then, with a wave of Duyue's giant palm, those pointed palms were He held all the thin and sharp ice needles in his palm.
Behind him, Shu Guan raised his eyebrows as he looked at the giant palm in the air.
It was another Taoist technique that he had never seen before. This inheritance from Xinxiang Temple was really more and more impressive.
A few hours ago, if he hadn't slashed the forehead of the Buddha statue with a knife, then what was slapped on his back would have been such a giant palm.
Duzhu slowly retracted his palm, and the giant palm slowly returned to its normal size.
Then Duzhu opened his palms, and a stream of water flowed from his palms and dripped to the ground.
The water droplets are still steaming.
It was as if the cup of tea just now had just moved from the bowl to the palm of his hand, and nothing else had changed.
Then Duzhu put his palms together and nodded slightly to Mr. Wei.
Just now he told Shu Guan that he would try his best.
But looking at the look on his face now, I don't know how much effort he has put into it.
As for Mr. Wei, his face had become extremely ugly at this time, and he was even a little scared.
Originally, he still had some confidence in fighting this young monk, but after seeing that mysterious palm, he no longer had any confidence.
Although everyone is in the same realm, the other party's Taoist skills are by no means comparable to his own.
Immediately afterwards, he did something that surprised everyone.
I saw him slowly taking out a silver note from his arms, placing it on the nanmu coffee table, and then pressed a tea bowl on the bank note.
"Boss Zhang, I will return this check to you. This order is beyond my ability."
He said to Zhang Hushan with some regret:
"Of course, if you pay more, our Dajiangtang can send more powerful people over, but I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity tonight."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Wei took another deep look at the young monk who had just displayed his incredible magical power, and then he flew up and jumped out of the window.
Although if you just give up the mission and go back, you will definitely be severely punished when you return to the hall, it is better than losing your life here.
Although the young monk said that he would not kill, it is good to listen to such words. If you really believe it, it is a problem with your own mind.
As for whether the young monk would stop him, Mr. Wei was not too worried.
Fight, he definitely can't beat that young monk.
But if you want to escape, everyone is new to the Eight-Level Building, so Mr. Wei believes that he can still escape.
When he was about to fly out of the window, he kept paying attention to the young monk's movements from the corner of his eye. When he saw that the young monk was still standing motionless, with no intention of taking action, Mr. Wei's heart finally Put it down.
As for the other young man standing behind the young monk, he didn't even look at it.
Then, Mr. Wei jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared into the night.
Shu Guan's hand dropped from the pistol on his waist under his gown.
After thinking about it, he finally did not draw his gun and save the life of the middle-aged practitioner.
He heard clearly the conversation between the middle-aged practitioner and Zhang Hushan just now.
This Mr. Wei is just a practitioner that Zhang Hushan paid to deal with Du Wenqiang. From what Mr. Wei just said, he should belong to a certain organization of practitioners.
And since they have chosen to retreat, there is really no need to spare their lives.
Dajiangtang?
Shu Guan thought about the name he had just heard. Maybe the next time he attends a meeting of the Secret Order, he could inquire about this organization. You must know that he is now a senior member of the Secret Order.
At this time, in the hall, except for Mr. Wei, who had just left, Shu Guan and Du Zhu, everyone else, including Du Wenqiang and Xiao Jian, stood there as if they were petrified.
The expressions on their faces were confused, frightened, and at a loss. The ice needles flying out of the teacups and the huge palms in the air were all things that only appeared in fairy tales in the past.
…Are there really gods in this world?
This is a question lingering in everyone's mind at this time.
Like Du Wenqiang and Xiaojian, they had already seen Duzhu displaying his extraordinary power as a practitioner on their way here. Now that they saw it again, they were finally convinced that this young monk in gray robes was a living god!
And just now, I was sitting in the same car with this god. This god even saved my life three times tonight!
How virtuous and capable are you?
When he thought of this, Du Wenqiang started to tremble with excitement. He was so excited that he even forgot the purpose of coming here. At this time, he should go to Zhang Hushan to settle accounts.
But Shu Guan never forgot.
He accompanied Du Wenqiang here, not only to help Du Wenqiang get rid of future troubles, but also to ask Zhang Hushan why he could come into contact with so many practitioners.
Zhang Hushan, like everyone else, stood there in confusion and fear. It seemed that although he knew that Mr. Wei was a very powerful person, he didn't know that he was "powerful" to this extent.
Shu Guan was about to walk towards him.
But before walking over, Shu looked at the expressions of the mortals in the living room and frowned slightly.
...There are a lot of people. Do we have to waste a dozen God-forgetting Talisman? When I left Jingcheng, my senior brother only gave me a stack of forgettable charms...
So Shu Guan asked Du Zhu a question.
"How did you solve this situation before?"
He pointed at the dazed mortals in the hall.
Duzhu was startled for a moment, then immediately understood and said quickly:
"There is a scripture in our temple that can make mortals forget what they have seen."
Shuguan immediately laughed and nodded with satisfaction.
It was a wise decision for the two monks who chose to stay with Xianxiang Temple last night.
The monk from Xinxiang Temple is really useful.
Then Shuguan walked towards Zhang Hushan.
Just when he had just taken a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
Because Zhang Hushan suddenly started vomiting blood.
Black, thick, and smelly blood gushed out from Zhang Hushan's mouth like a spring, with pieces of broken internal organs mixed in the blood.
Then Zhang Hushan fell down.
