Wu Decheng wiped the gold juice off his face and looked at Manager Ye quietly.

His goal today was to kill this man named Ye, earn credit from Lu Maoxian, regain the reputation that Tang Peigong had lost, and seize his position in the Qingshouhui.

Although he lost the fight in the ring, it doesn’t seem too late to kill the guy named Ye now.

Yue Qingsong, a fourth-level poison cultivator, reminded him, "Master, the other disciples are here too. We can start anytime."

Wu Decheng clenched his fists, but finally calmed down. He asked someone to take the injured disciple away from the ring.

You had decided to kill Shopkeeper Ye before, why did you change your mind so quickly?

Wu Decheng has been around the world and can see the situation clearly.

He doesn't care about other people's criticism. He is very clear about the truth that the winner is the king and the loser is the thief.

But Wu Decheng knew that it would be difficult to kill the man named Ye now.

The reason why Wu Decheng wanted to kill him before was because he concluded that the man named Ye would be careless.

It’s true, the factory cafeteria is not small and the atmosphere is pretty good. Today we are mainly celebrating the three people who took part in the competition.

The two skinny men on the ring are not easy to deal with.

The contestants left, and the onlookers also dispersed.

Xiao Genzi came to the ring and gave him this spoon just to guard against this attack from him!

Li Banfeng stood at the door and quietly opened the Suishenju.

A breeze blew, and Li Banfeng stopped smiling. He took his people and turned away.

The door was closed.

With the help of candlelight, Wu Decheng could clearly see the furnishings in the room.

A very small room with a bed and a record player.

Ah Qin looked at Ma Wu and said with her head down: "I don't want a red envelope."

Xiao Genzi said with a guilty look on his face: "I didn't help much, it was mainly the credit of my two sisters."

The street-swearing woman spat, "You have no shame. What do you want if you don't want a red envelope? How can you have enough food by relying on a man's stuff?"

Here it comes.

The man surnamed Ye seemed to have no secret weapon, but in fact, it was very likely hidden in the crowd.

"Let it air dry for two days. It will be fine after two days of air drying."

Wu Decheng gritted his teeth and said, "You are a traitor, you deserve to be killed!"

Sniff~

Li Banfeng struck a match and lit a cigarette.

Today was indeed a good day. Everyone ate and drank to their heart's content and did not fall asleep until after two in the morning.

The smell of this place is too strong, which is not very friendly to Baiwei Linglong's skills.

More than an hour later, around four in the morning, a smell drifted into Li Banfeng's room.

Ah Qin said angrily: "You old woman, what you say is so unpleasant! Today is a good day, I don't have the heart to argue with you!"

…

Li Banfeng sat on the bed and looked at Wu Decheng quietly: "The fight is over, why did you come to me?"

Strange, why is there fog in this room?

Wu Decheng's heart tightened, and just as he was about to retreat to the door, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf, as if something sharp was hooked on his leg bone.

The few people who were left cleaning the place were worried in silence.

Wu Decheng tried to break free, but the other party was much stronger than him. While struggling, Wu Decheng was dragged into the house.

Li Banfeng said with approval: "Genzi, put the bucket down first.

You three have all been the best today, eat, drink and have fun as much as you want, and you will get some red envelopes later."

He lit the candle at hand.

After the evening paper was sent out, Li Banfeng asked people to buy wine and food and set up several tables in the factory.

Bang!

"Do you still want this arena?"

Seeing the other party leave in a hurry, Li Banfeng lowered the brim of his hat and smiled.

Now it seems that not only did the man named Ye not neglect his guard, but he also set up a trap to plot against him.

When he loses face, you know he can't bear it anymore.

Wu Decheng walked up the stairs quietly, looked around for a moment, and came to Li Banfeng's door.

When he opened the door, the room was pitch black and Wu Decheng could vaguely see some fog.

I knew he was unwilling to accept this.

"Tell me, how did I betray you?"

The needle of the record player hooked Wu Decheng's leg bone and suddenly pulled back, and Wu Decheng fell to the ground.

There was no point in continuing to fight here, so Wu Decheng retreated decisively.

I knew he would come tonight.

Back at the newspaper office, Bai Qiusheng was busy writing manuscripts while Ma Wu was busy printing newspapers.

"What did you and I agree on?"

"We made it clear at the beginning. We had three fights. You had to win the first one, let me win the second one, and the third one would be a draw.

I don't agree, I said I have to win the first round, you agree to give the first round to me, is that right? "

Wu Decheng said: "I've already given the lead to you!"

"Yeah, you gave me the first match, I should win the second match, and the third match is a tie, is there anything wrong with that?"

"Nonsense! I'll give you the first round, but you should give me the second round!"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "That's not what I thought. It's your fault for not explaining it clearly."

"This is an obvious thing, do I need to explain it clearly?"

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "You just don't like to make things clear.

During the first fight, you deliberately didn't explain clearly, accusing me of being a foreigner who didn't know the rules.

As for Tang Peigong, I guess you didn't explain some of the details clearly. He was embarrassed in the cinema and was anxious to save face. You were vague and let him fall into your trap.

You use my hand to beat him up, and he loses face. Then you can save face in the second round. Is that right?"

Wu Decheng sneered: "So what? I didn't let you suffer any loss!"

Li Banfeng continued, "In the second round, whether it's a life-or-death match or a victory-or-defeat match, you still don't make it clear.

You brought some ruthless people to kill me, and you wanted to take my life when I was off guard. Is that what you were thinking?"

"Don't slander me!" Wu Decheng still didn't want to admit it.

Li Banfeng said with a smile: "Now that you have come to my place, why can't you be more honest?

To tell you the truth, I thought so too. If you hadn’t run fast today, your body would have been lying on the street.”

Wu Decheng stopped talking.

Li Banfeng came over with a teapot: "Why aren't you talking? Are you thirsty? Have a cup of tea?"

Wu Decheng suddenly jumped up and wanted to fight to the death with Li Banfeng.

He had a stylus hanging from his leg.

He also had to fight in close combat.

This is still Zhai Xiu’s home.

There was no chance for him to take action.

Li Banfeng didn't even sit up from the bed. He raised his foot and kicked him to the ground.

Wu Decheng stood up again, groping in his arms with his right hand, as if trying to take out a weapon.

Li Banfeng took out a sickle and cut several cuts on his body. The venom seeped in and Wu Decheng couldn't move.

The record player exclaimed in admiration, "My husband is so brave. He took care of this old thing without my help."

The old teapot said, "This bird is still not honest. Let him drink some hot tea to warm him up."

Li Banfeng poured some tea on Wu Decheng.

Wu Decheng shouted immediately.

This old fellow’s cultivation is not low, but he couldn’t withstand this blow.

That’s not right. It’s not just a problem of cultivation level. The tea in the teapot also seems to be hotter than before.

Is this old teapot still practicing?

I'll have to have a good chat with him some other day.

Li Banfeng looked at Wu Decheng and said, "I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer honestly, I may be able to save your life.

Tell me first, why did you, the Qing Shou Society, take action against "Blood Gun Detective"? It's just a movie, how did it offend you?"

Wu Decheng panted for a while and said, "Because the movie is immoral..."

Before he could finish his words, Wu Decheng was doused with tea by Li Banfeng again: "Moral? Are you going to smash up the cinema just for this?"

Wu Decheng shouted, "I am telling the truth. This is Elder Lu's order."

"Elder Lu? Lu Maoxian? You are an elder, he is an elder, Tang Peigong is an elder, too. What right does he have to give you orders?"

"The status of elders is different. Elder Lu is the chief elder, and his status is higher than ours. And Lord Tang Pei's status is higher than mine."

"How many elders are there in the Qing Shou Society?"

"I don't know the total number either. Generally, there are two elders in a place, one civil and one military. The status of the civil elder is usually higher than that of the military elder.

Some small places may only have one elder, but a large place like Green Water City has three elders, all of whom are great elders, with Lu Maoxian having the highest status."

"So, Lu Maoxian is the leader of the Qing Shouhui?"

Wu Decheng shook his head and said, "The leader of the Qing Shouhui is a sage."

Li Banfeng wrinkled his nose, not only because of the smell of Wu Decheng, but also because of the strong smell of the word "sage".

"Which saint are you talking about? The one from Bitch Post?"

Wu Decheng said: "I have never seen a saint. I have been in the Qing Shou Society for twenty-one years and have never seen a saint."

Even though he has reached his level, he still cannot see a saint.

It is so difficult to see a saint, which reminds Li Banfeng of the scene on the Saint Peak where a group of people were kneeling on the ground waiting to see the saint.

Li Banfeng asked some more questions about Heishipo and Qingshouhui, and Wu Decheng answered them all truthfully.

Qingshouhui and Heishipo are Lu Maoxian's most important capitals, especially Heishipo. Nearly half of the factories and mines here are controlled by Lu Maoxian. This is also the main reason why he can compete with the two sons of the Lu family.

But the residents of Heishipo are very special. According to Wu Decheng, these people are uneducated and have one of the toughest folk customs in Provincia.

In particular, there are some cultivators with good cultivation hidden among the residents. If they are forced too hard, things may become difficult to handle. Therefore, if they want to resolve disputes in Heishipo, the Qingshouhui usually adopts a fair and open way such as fighting in a arena. It is rare to see people using dirty tricks like Wu Decheng.

Wu Decheng looked at Li Banfeng and said, "A gentleman's word is as good as a whip. I have told you everything you asked me. Please let me go.

Tang Peigong has become a useless man. From now on, I will be the boss of Black Stone City. You can show movies and print newspapers as you like. All the book and newspaper business in Black Stone City belongs to you. Do you think it's okay?"

After he finished speaking, Li Banfeng seemed really moved.

He sat back on the bed, the corners of his mouth turned up and a smile appeared on his face.

Wu Decheng used techniques.

The record player was furious, and the scalding steam burned Wu Decheng all over his body.

Li Banfeng stopped the record player and suddenly spoke.

"I think this old man is not bad, so let him go."

"Yes, they said that the book and newspaper business in Black Stone City belongs to us. This business is very profitable."

"Let's be merciful and let him go. You like Blackshipo, so you can stay here from now on. Isn't it good to have someone to take care of you?"

Li Banfeng had an in-depth discussion with him, which left Wu Decheng stunned.

The record player was frightened and looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Sir, what happened to you? Were you hurt by this old fellow?"

"No!" Li Banfeng was still able to talk to his wife while discussing.

After the discussion came to a conclusion, Li Banfeng walked over to Wu Decheng and said, "I've thought this through. I've decided not to let you go.

Blackrock Slope is indeed a great place, and it will be even better without you bitches!

Madam, have dinner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the record player smiled grimly and started eating.

Wu Decheng screamed for a while, and then his voice gradually died down.

After the souls were eaten up, the lady asked Li Banfeng whether he would keep the spirit.

Li Banfeng felt disgusted when he saw the people of Qingshouhui. He originally did not intend to keep their spiritual power, but the bloody pendulum suddenly spoke:

"Master, he is a high-level Nian cultivator after all. It would be a pity to throw him away. Why not leave him to me?"

Li Banfeng was stunned, he knew that the pendulum could suck blood, but when did it learn to eat spirituality?

The lady laughed and said, "Good for you, you bastard. Following the master, have your cultivation improved?"

Zhong Bai replied respectfully, "To be honest, Madam, it is indeed a little different than before. It seems that I have recovered some of my skills. I will let Madam give me some advice another day."

The pendulum spoke nicely, and the record player liked it, so he sent spirituality to the pendulum with a puff of steam: "You cheap bastard, you're lucky!"

The remaining corpse could not be wasted, so Li Banfeng moved Honglian over.

Honglian waited for a long time, and several layers of dew formed on her body.

But when she smelled the scent of Wu Decheng, Honglian felt a little disgusted and didn't want to open her petals.

The record player was annoyed: "You bitch, why are you still picky? This person's cultivation is not low, such good things don't come every day."

Li Banfeng snorted and said, "If you don't eat, you'll be hungry!"

Honglian hesitated for a moment, but still ate the corpse.

Layers of halos were rippling, Honglian was refining the elixir. Li Banfeng wanted to be intimate with his wife for a while, but felt that Honglian was an eyesore, so he threw her into the second room.

Honglian sprayed two drops of dew in the second room, and then refined the corpse.

After a moment, Honglian suddenly shivered.

In the second room, there seemed to be a vague idea, but it was hard to tell what it was.

PS: How can Suishenju have other people's thoughts? This is too scary!

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