Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 106: Revenge

After Ma Zhongtong finished giving Ma Zhan some knowledge, he began to ask.

"Who took you away?"

Ma Zhan recalled, "There were two people, with mean looks and they didn't look like good people at first glance.

And there’s a pervert...”

"Speak the key."

"Uh... a small guy with buck teeth and rat eyes, who digs tunnels very quickly.

There was also a man with yellow hair, yellow beard, yellow face and yellow muscles.

However, both of them were injured and their kung fu was just average.

I don’t know what secret method they used, but they dodged my two fatal attacks.

Hmm... Their skills are very special. One of them can control the flying sword and the crossbow arrows I shoot.

Another one is even more exaggerated, it can even move stone walls."

After hearing Ma Zhan's words, Ma Zhongtong's face changed.

"Those two people, are they wearing a sea dragon jade plaque?"

"What kind of jade? Hailong brand jade?..."

“Ahem, Sea Dragon Clan.

Like the mermaids, they are a type of sea creature.

Every member of the Sea Dragon Clan is born with a jade token, which is their other life."

“I know, I stabbed two people in the heart with a dagger.

But the two of them didn't even have any injuries. It seems that something fell off their waists. That should be the Sea Dragon Jade token."

Ma Zhongtong seemed to be certain of something. He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and wiped his mouth as if he was drinking wine.

"Yun Lihua, you can."

Ma Zhongtong angrily threw the teacup on the stone table, his eyes filled with anger.

Ma Zhan and Meng Yao both felt a little puzzled. How could he be so magnanimous when he usually looked like he didn't care about anything?

Mengyao had a keen eye and picked up the teapot to pour another cup for Ma Zhongtong.

With a loud bang, the stone table top, which was more than a foot thick, shattered.

Ma Zhan's face turned purple, "I should admire your great cultivation level, Ma Laoer. The teacup is safe and sound, but the stone table underneath is broken."

But what you did is disrupt public service. You are so uncultured. Do you know you hit me in the foot?'

Ma Zhongtong said something.

"Wait until I take you to get revenge."

——Yanbo City, Wuxianju, a lazy voice came from under the willow tree in the courtyard.

"No news about Second Brother yet?"

A woman dressed as a maid whispered softly under a willow tree.

"Master, our people can only find out that Second Uncle went to the tide-viewing platform on Penglai Mountain a few days ago.

With him were his fifth uncle and a night elf man.

A great battle broke out on Guanchaoping. It is said that the aftermath of the battle even collapsed a small peak nearby.

Since then, there has been no further news.”

That lazy voice came again.

“My jade token vibrated a few days ago, and I can confirm that something happened to Second Brother.

Although this guy is not very good, he is also a fifth-grade cultivator.

Let's keep looking for him. If there's no news within three days, we'll have to consider leaving here."

The maid under the willow tree frowned slightly.

"Master, we need to..."

The maid shuddered and stopped talking, then a sharp pain in her heart spread throughout her body.

"Slave, let's do it now."

The maidservant suppressed her trembling body and voice, bowed respectfully towards the small building, and gently backed out of the small courtyard.

Yun Zhaiyue in the small building snorted softly.

"It seems that I have been too indulgent towards you, making you forget the pain of the Heart Eater."

——Tianjin and Tangshan, the Cao Gang.

The main hall houses a jade sculpture of the Dragon King. The three-meter-tall Dragon King was carved from a single piece of jade mined from the depths of the South China Sea.

A fat man weighing over 300 pounds was kneeling in the center of the main hall.

Because of the fear in his heart, the fat on his body was shaking constantly.

This fat man is the leader of the Jintang Cao Gang. People in the underworld call him "Fat Master" half jokingly and half respectfully.

A rosewood armchair was placed right in front of the Dragon King statue, with an old man sitting on it.

The old man had a clean face, without even a single messy hair.

His deep eyes were hard to read, and the aura of a superior he exuded was intimidating.

The old man was just the chief steward of the Prince of Jin's Mansion, and the head of the family gave him the name "Wang Zhong".

In his eyes, he has been traveling between the homes of nobles and nobles for many years.

This powerful leader of the Cao Gang is no different from the rotten fish and shrimp in the river.

If Wang Fu had not received the news from Penglai Academy and the princess was furious, he would never have come to see this fat guy.

Wang Zhong was too lazy to speak, and just gave a look to the guards of the palace beside him.

The household general, who was as strong as an ox, moved decisively and swung his long sword.

Afterwards, the family general threw the fat head out of the main hall...

Before this, the bodies of almost all the high-ranking members of the Jintang Cao Gang were separated.

From this day on, the grain transport gang, which had occupied Tianjin and Tang for many years and controlled 70% of the grain transport in Tianjin and Tang, never recovered.

——The lights in Yanbo City were just beginning to come on, and Liuye Street was beginning to become lively.

There are dozens of brothels along Liuye Street, where the sound of pianos lingers all night long.

Five days after the assassination at Guanchaoping, a man dressed as a scholar walked slowly on Liuye Street.

Even though he was wearing a white coat, it couldn't hide the free and easy temperament that emanated from him.

The pig dragon skin cylinder on his back replaces the scholar's bookcase. The out-of-place feeling makes the scholar's unconventional character more apparent.

Leaning on the attic, the eyes of many women were focused on this scholar, and for a moment they even forgot to solicit customers.

Perhaps compared to recruiting a wealthy sponsor overnight, it is more cost-effective to take a few more glances at the young man in front of you.

Ma Zhan was carrying the tiger clover with a depressed look on his face.

'You're already forty, but you don't look old at all.

Seeing how these prostitutes are so devoted to men, this world is really too much.

Ma Zhongtong, dressed as a scholar, stood in front of the door of Wuxianju. He raised his head slightly and glanced at the plaque hanging on the door.

The three words "Wuxianju" are obviously written by a woman.

However, the looming aura of the master scared away countless villains from Wuxianju.

"What a good young man! I hope you will forgive me for not coming here to welcome you."

Accompanied by a very worldly voice, a woman with an even more worldly air stepped across the door frame.

The madam of Wuxianju was also a former courtesan. In just one year, Yun Zhaiyue built Wuxianju into the top brothel in Liuye Street.

This brothel owner has made great contributions.

Ma Zhongtong, who had been in the underworld for twenty years, would not fall for the madam's tricks and snorted coldly.

"Clear the area and ask Yun Zhaiyue to come out."

Then use your fingers as a gun.

"Bang~"

He lit up the plaque that carried the aura of Yun Lihua and stepped over the door frame in a dashing manner.

The loud noise of the plaque exploding alarmed the guests in Wuxianju. Guests who were able to come to Wuxianju for pleasure all had some background and strength.

Someone came to Wuxianju to cause trouble, which is going to be quite exciting.

The people who stayed in Wuxianju either relied on their own cultivation, or relied on their family power, or wanted to watch the excitement and then take advantage of the situation.

Ma Zhongtong didn't care what everyone thought and walked to the center of the lobby.

"I told you to clear the area. If you don't leave, are you waiting to die?"

"Who is this person? He is so arrogant."

"Where did this guy come from? He said to clear the area, so we clear it?"

"I just don't believe he's so overbearing."

Ma Zhongtong simply ignored the noise, stopped restraining his cultivation, and deliberately released his aura.

In just a moment, no one in the lobby of Wuxianju could even stand.

"roll..."

"puff..."

Those who had just used their internal energy to resist all spat out blood, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries.

On the contrary, those who had no cultivation ran out of Wuxianju first.

"Mr. Huolong, why are you so angry?"

A soft and sticky voice came from behind a plain curtain on the second floor.