Elsewhere, Zhang Cheng, the head of the Zhang family, received news that his other houses had been attacked.

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the yard.

At this moment, he could also empathize and feel the mood of the head of the Yan family.

The original joy of being able to swallow up the Yan family was gone, and everything seemed to take a sharp turn for the worse.

In just this one night, he experienced a complete change.

"What on earth does the Ming Cult want to do!" Zhang Cheng roared angrily.

According to his spies, contact with the other courtyards could no longer be made.

He had no grudges against the Ming Cult and didn't understand why they were targeting him.

"Could it be the Yan family? What a Yan family! I didn't expect them to look so honest.

It was said that there were contacts between different underworld forces, and there were actually such helpers. It was really a miscalculation.

What a great Yan family! "

"Master Ren, can you help me..." Zhang Cheng had no choice but to look at the man next to him and said.

At this moment, he had already sent people to the eldest prince to ask for support from the court.

But he didn't come for a long time, so I had to look at this person.

This was the supreme grandmaster he had invited at a huge cost, known as the "Thunder Hand" in the martial arts world.

He became famous more than 30 years ago and hasn't made a move for a long time.

Although his name is not on the world list, he is still very strong.

The Supreme Grand Master has already stood at the top, not bound by any morals or laws.

Even if Zhang Cheng paid a price, he still had to speak so carefully.

After all, if a lot of your granary was taken away.

With food, the Yan family might have the capital to negotiate.

This way you won't get much. This is what businessmen are like. Even at this time, they are always thinking about their own interests.

Even if you are still making a lot of money, you still want to make more.

Ren Wujue, the "Thunder Hand" beside him, did not speak, but suddenly seemed to sense something and said something softly.

"Here I come."

"Who?" Zhang Cheng was stunned and looked around but did not look at the person he was talking about.

Just when he was wondering, a man suddenly appeared in the house, only ten steps away from him.

He was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly and hid behind "Thunder Hand" Ren Wujue.

Then the door of the house was broken open, and five people came in. They were dressed differently and looked extremely strange.

Two monks, a scholar, a Taoist priest, and a madman, these are the Five Wandering Warriors of the Ming Cult.

Seeing Zhang Cheng like this, Zhou Dian laughed crazily: "Look at this guy, hiding under someone's crotch, do you want to suck my breast?"

But he looked at "Thunder Hand" Ren Wujue and said harshly: "So you are his mother? Where did you come from?"

Mr. Cold-faced Leng Qian listened to this, holding his sword, and looked at the "Thunder Hand" in front of him warily, frowning: "You lunatic, be careful to get beaten to death."

Budai Monk was unable to say anything, so he shook his head: "He said you can't say this, and you can't say that.

I don’t think it’s possible to say, haha.”

Not to mention the Five Scattered People, following behind were the disciples from the four sects of “Heaven”, “Earth”, “Wind” and “Thunder”.

More than three hundred people, each armed with weapons, surrounded the Zhang family.

"Who are you?" Zhang Cheng treated Zhou Dian's words as bullshit. He was not good at anything except being thick-skinned.

Glancing at the mysterious man in front of him, it was obvious that this was their leader.

But he was tall and straight, exuding a sense of majesty.

His facial features are strong and angular, especially his long and powerful arms, which exude a great strength.

The deep eyes hide unfathomable depths.

"The leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian." Yang Dingtian didn't say much nonsense and stared at Zhang Cheng coldly.

His eyes were like knives, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Ming Cult? I have never met you Ming Cult members before, and I don't think we have any conflicts. I wonder what the Ming Cult leader wants to teach me.

If you want to borrow grain, I can give you 10,000 shi as a gift.

If you want to borrow money, I can provide you with 100,000 taels of silver."

Zhang Cheng spoke directly. He didn't know what the Yan family had given him.

But he didn't want to cause any trouble at this time. The most important thing now was the Yan family, so he offered an extremely generous price.

"Not enough." Yang Dingtian's cold words could make people shudder even in this summer night.

A hint of viciousness flashed across Zhang Cheng's eyes. The person in front of him was just the right person for him.

I don't know where I got my plan.

It seems that he also wants to get a piece of the pie and play the role of both them and the Yan family.

However, if this is the case, you still need to calm the person in front of you first.

There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with them later.

"One million silver coins. If you can step aside today, I will give it to you with both hands." Zhang Cheng offered a price that no one could refuse.

In Zhang Cheng's mind, these makeshift teams only had a few thousand people at most, and this price tag was extremely high.

You know, this is one percent of the country's tax revenue!

"What a pity." Yang Dingtian sighed, "What a pity, you don't know what you need to pay."

"Isn't a million silver coins enough? Don't think we've been tolerant.

They think our Zhang family is a soft persimmon. Even if you are the supreme grandmaster and the fourth in the world, so what?

I don’t know what the Yan family gave you, but if you retreat now.

You can get millions of silver without paying anything.

If we insist on doing it, both sides will suffer losses." Zhang Cheng said in a low voice.

If the Fifth Prince knew this, he would probably beat the ground in anger. He paid an unknown price to get a million silver coins.

The Ming Cult in front of us just standing here will earn us a million silver coins. Is this fair?

“I said, this is not enough.

What I want is not silver, but your life." Yang Dingtian still had no expression on his face:

"Because of your own selfishness, you have plunged millions of people in Jianghuai into dire straits.

We in the Ming Cult don’t care whether you are pushovers or not.

Even if you are a weight, I will smash you to pieces.

If you don't die, how can you comfort the people who are injured, dead, and suffering? "

"Joy and sorrow, all return to dust. Have pity on us, the world, for we have so many worries! Have pity on us, the world, for we have so many worries!"