Wan Dong snorted lightly and refused to even give this middle-aged man a serious look, showing off his airs as the grandson of the prince. As for the middle-aged man's sweet words, he paid no attention to it. He looked up and saw the Qinglong Gang disciple holding the sword, sweating in a daze, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he punched him unceremoniously.
The Qinglong Gang disciple who was holding the sword to chop Wandong actually had two brushes. Among the Qinglong Gang disciples responsible for guarding, he should be a small leader, but at this time he was completely shocked by Wandong's identity. He didn't expect that Wandong would be cruel to him at this time. Wandong's punch was very comfortable, as if it was hit on a wooden stake that would not move. He encountered no resistance at all. He only heard a scream, and the Qinglong Gang disciple holding the sword continued. The man flew more than ten feet away with the knife. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Wandong had killed him this time.
"Master Xu, you..." The middle-aged man did not expect that Wandong would be so disrespectful to him and kill someone with just a raised hand, and his expression couldn't help but change.
Wandong, however, seemed to be fine. He took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands slowly, with a relaxed and indifferent expression, as if he was standing in the backyard of his own house.
Killing someone but not showing any signs of change made the middle-aged man's heart suddenly twitch. He no longer dared to regard Wandong as a good-for-nothing playboy, and his expression was obviously much more solemn than before.
"Who are you? Do you recognize this young master?" Wan Dong threw away the used silk handkerchief, then raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man and asked coldly.
"Oh, I am Wu Gen, the deputy commander of the left guard of the Qinglong Gang. I have been fortunate enough to witness Master Xu's style." The middle-aged man looked respectful and showed no pretense at all. The Qinglong Gang will never be merciful to ordinary people, but it is very respectful to the powerful officials. If they didn't bully the weak and fear the strong, the Qinglong Gang would not be as powerful as it is today.
"Deputy Commander Zuowei? He sounds more majestic than a member of the imperial court." Wan Dong sneered and said.
Wu Gen felt weak in his heart and hurriedly said with a smile, "Where is it? In Master Xu's eyes, isn't this little one just an ant? Haha..."
Wan Dong snorted lightly and murmured as if talking to himself, "You are the deputy commander of Zuowei, then who is the leader of your Han gang, the emperor?"
"Ah!?" As soon as Wan Dong said these words, Wu Gen seemed to be electrocuted. He trembled suddenly and his expression changed drastically. When he looked at Wandong again, his eyes were full of fear.
I secretly thought in my heart, when did the Qinglong Gang offend Young Master Xu, and offended him quite severely, otherwise how could they push the Qinglong Gang to a dead end
Looking at the trembling Wu Gen, Leng Yuecui was convinced of Wan Dong. She didn't notice it before, but now she realizes that this guy is very thoughtful and his behavior is not ordinary. In just a few words, the Qinglong Gang was charged with the heinous crime of rebellion. If this was not done correctly, the Qinglong Gang would be unable to escape the disaster of collapse.
No matter how strong your small gang is, can it be stronger than the imperial court and the three iron-blooded armies that defend the capital
"Young Master Xu, you can't make such a joke! We, Gang Leader Han, are absolutely loyal to the empire and will never dare to be disloyal. I can guarantee this with... my head." Wu Gen At this time, he could no longer be tactful, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Your head?" Wandong stepped forward, reached out and patted Wu Gen's head gently, with a condescending and contemptuous smile on his face, and said coldly, "How much is your head worth?"
"Yes, no, I..."
Seeing that Wu Gen was completely confused, Wan Dong didn't bother to talk to him anymore. He raised his head and pursed his lips towards the noodle shop, and asked lightly, "What is going on inside? It seems to be quite lively."
"No...nothing..."
"Asshole! Do you think this young master is deaf or an idiot?"
"Don't dare! Just..."
"It's just not convenient for me to go in, right?"
"Yes, ah, no no... no, yes..."
"Sometimes yes, now no. What do you want to say? If you don't want me to go in, just say it. Why are you hesitating?"
Wu Gen felt regret in his heart at this time. If he had known that Wandong was so difficult to deal with, why did he insist on taking this job? It's a good thing now. I can't advance and can't retreat. I've simply thrown myself on the grill.
"Wu Gen, let Master Xu come in!" When Wu Gen was feeling anxious, a voice that sounded a bit majestic came from the noodle shop. Wandong frowned slightly. From the sound of his voice, he knew that he was very popular and was definitely not a simple character.
When Wu Gen heard this, he immediately calmed down and no longer panicked. He stretched out his hand respectfully and said, "Master Xu, please!"
Stepping into the noodle shop, Wan Dong's expression turned gloomy as soon as he glanced at it. Ye Mei was actually injured. Although it was not very heavy, the bright red blood stain that had not yet dried at the corner of her mouth was particularly dazzling.
Next to Ye Mei is a young woman about thirty years old. She is graceful, mature and charming. With her beautiful face, she is like a blooming rose, which is indeed very tempting. It must be Ye Mei's sister Ye Ling, Han Shiqi has a pretty good eye.
Ye Ling didn't seem to have practiced cultivation, and his body was a bit weak. At this time, he was hugging Ye Mei tightly, his face full of fear and despair.
In addition, there were three young men lying on the ground, all around the age of 25 or 26. Like Yue Zhong outside, their bodies were covered in mottled blood and hideous scars, and they were seriously injured at first glance.
Seeing Wandong's arrival, Ye Mei's face was filled with surprise and surprise, and her big almond-shaped eyes lit up instantly.
Wan Dong nodded lightly to her, then turned to look at an old man with gray hair and a stern look who was sitting squarely on the Taishi chair. The fluctuations of true energy in the old man's body could not fool Wan Dong's eyes at all. He should be a master of counting the seventh level of true energy in Yunzhong City.
"Haha... Master Xu, you are so angry!" The old man just glanced at Wandong, then turned his head to the coffee table aside, picked up a steaming cup of fragrant tea, and tasted it to himself. He is not ordinary, and he seems not to take Wandong seriously.
"Are you paralyzed?"
Wandong's face was cold, he really didn't give him any face, and his words were so hard that they hurt people's faces.
The old man took a sip of fragrant tea and was about to swallow it when he almost choked on the word Wandong. He frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Master Xu, why did you say this?"
"If you weren't paralyzed, why didn't you stand up and salute when you saw me?"
The old man smiled slightly when he heard this, and said calmly, "Since ancient times, we have only heard of respecting the elderly, but never heard of 'respecting the young'. I am several rounds older than Master Xu, and I can be your grandfather after all. When it comes to saluting, Then it should be Master Xu who salutes me, right?" (To be continued)