"They're from the Taoist Association, and the leader is a worthless piece of trash. I can take care of him by myself!" Yang Shiba's voice trembled with anger.
"But my aunt also said that we are not allowed to fight the other side until she has fully recovered from her injuries, otherwise I will fight them!"
Yang Shiba's two younger brothers also gritted their teeth in anger.
Even if the other side outnumbers them, they are not afraid at all; the worst that can happen is death.
But if she gets caught by the Fangshi Association, who knows what underhanded tricks they will use to force Yang Yuying to pay a heavy price!
"Hehe," Fang Zong suddenly laughed.
He calmly took a puff of his cigarette and lectured, "Do you know what we warriors and ghosts have in common?"
Before the three young men could answer, Fang Zong continued, "Whoever is bigger, more evil, or more right, if anyone laughs at you, knock all their teeth out."
"Go ahead, you all go and have some fun with them. As the junior uncle, I still need to talk to the qualified people."
Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances, each seeing a surge of excitement in the other's eyes.
Even Yang Shiba, who was slightly calmer, couldn't help but smile.
It seems that they have been bullied by the Fangshi Association for quite some time now. How could they not be excited now that a master is helping them?
At that moment, Yang Shiba led his men over, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "Brothers, beat that bastard to death!"
Fang Zong walked to the side, and as he passed a waiter, he whispered something to him:
"Hello,
I want to ask you...
like,
Are you looking to die?
Beside the pillar, the waiter, whose muscles had been taut for a while, suddenly froze.
He was quite powerful and had already heard Fang Zong's voice, knowing that Fang Zong wanted to talk to someone who was 'qualified'.
Honestly, as the mastermind behind this provocation, he was absolutely qualified to capture the three members of the Yang family and bring them back to the Fangshi Association.
He was proud of his own abilities, but also surprised that Fang Zong had been able to discover them.
But unexpectedly, what Fang Zong meant by 'qualified' was actually—
Let him choose; does he want to die?
Fang Zong twirled the cigarette in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips: "I'm very angry about that ghost."
"Then what?"
"I hope you won't make me any angrier. Sometimes, I can be a madman too."
Fang Zong was indeed suppressing his anger. Lin Qiaoyu's trip to Dongcheng Mountain was just an ordinary family visit, a good thing, but unexpectedly, Lin Qiaoyu may have encountered danger.
Otherwise, Yang Yuying would not have risked entering the territory of the Fangshi Association before he arrived.
The other party paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you confident you can capture me?"
What do you think?
"My Taoist name is Taiyi."
"What's the meaning?"
"Even if you're confident you can defeat me, my junior brother's Daoist name is Tai Er, and he's ranked thirty-ninth on the Leopard Ranking!"
The other person's voice was cold, and the threat was obvious. And at that moment…
"Pfft!" Fang Zong's anger dissipated in an instant, and he laughed until his whole body went numb, and he was speechless with laughter.
Okay, okay, that's amazing!
Leopard ranks thirty-ninth on the leaderboard!
The younger generation of military commanders from the Eastern Kingdom have all made it into the top 100, and are even among the top-ranked.
I'm so scared!
I was terrified by my dream!
Fang Zong suddenly realized that, in the entire Eastern country, apart from places like Beijing and Shanghai, even on the pearl of Taiwan, he seemed to have the right to show off to the fullest.
Lin Qiaoyu's fate was uncertain, so she didn't have time to play with these little kids.
"Bang!" A punch.
One of the 'too silly' senior brothers immediately became even 'sillier,' spitting out a mouthful of teeth and flying out in a whirl.
Yang Shiba and his group were fighting fiercely, getting injured but not complaining of pain, when suddenly Taiyi, spinning around, broke up the battle, and seven or eight members of the Fangshi Association rolled around in a heap.
Fang Zong flicked away his cigarette, glanced coldly at the person, his bloodshot eyes like those of a ferocious tiger ready to devour its prey.
"Summon the old Taoist priest Murong to see me,"
Fang Zong spoke softly: "My ghost wound, I want him dead; my ghost dies..."
Suddenly, the dragon's yang energy surged upwards, and it actually transformed into a fiery red tiger over ten zhang tall, with claws as sharp as ice.
A terrifying sense of oppression washed over them; the Petrus Restaurant seemed to have been rammed into a deep trench, enduring the intense water pressure of the endless ocean.
"Heh, my ghost's death, you guys just gave me an excuse to let the entire island's Taoist Association..."
cigarette!
remove!
cloud!
Disperse!
...
In the presidential suite of Shangri-La, Fang Zong sat on the central sofa, Yang Yuying sat on the sofa to the side, and Yang Shiba and others stood behind them.
Murong Laodao, the deputy branch chief of the Taiwan Ghost Killing Team, and the two vice presidents of the Fangshi Association could only kneel at the door, not daring to raise their heads.
Taiwan is a municipality directly under the central government and a special administrative region, which is of a high level. The status of Murong Laodao is already equivalent to that of the second-in-command of the North China region, namely Gu Zizai.
Unfortunately, in terms of population, economy, and strength, Taiwan is far inferior to the whole of North China or even East China.
Let alone the old Taoist Murong, even Gu Zizai could only temporarily avoid Fang Zong's sharp edge when he was angry!
"This... suit-wearing thug, you've insulted this old Taoist priest! How dare you insult this old Taoist priest?"
Old Daoist Murong cried out in a low voice, his face showing the decline of morality and the loss of traditional values, but he dared not get up, not even to raise his head.
"Treasure Island, what a bright pearl of the Orient!" Fang Zong sneered. "I like Treasure Island, but I'm puzzled. How dare your Fangshi Association provoke my ghost? As far as I know, since Uncle Jiu passed away, there haven't been any magic-level experts on Treasure Island, right? If I want to kill you, who can stop me?"
Old Taoist Murong roared, "You suit-wearing thug! The country will not allow you to act recklessly!"
"Touch my family, and I'll wipe out your entire family! Old devil Murong, don't think I'm joking!"
Fang Zong flew into a rage and reached out to unleash the Killing Slash. Even without using the Moon Slash, the sharp blade still severed one of Murong Laodao's arms.
"Good brother, well done! You're so brave!"
Yang Yuying immediately praised it; Yang Shiba and the others grinned, barely suppressing the urge to cheer.
They came from military families, and had fought through blood and fire for centuries. They admired Fang Zong's approach the most.
If you mess with me, I'll mess with you, mess with you to death, that'll be fucking awesome!
Despite the excruciating pain, the old Taoist priest Murong quickly tried to stop the bleeding, glaring at Fang Zong and saying, "You thug in a suit, don't think no one can deal with you! You broke my arm, and if you try to harm our Taoist Association, the country won't let you off the hook. Do you think you can withstand the pursuit of the Ghost Slayer Team?"
"Splat!" His other arm was also severed, and blood gushed out.
Fang Zong blinked, tilted his head, and suddenly asked in surprise, "Chasing me? Who's chasing me?"
“Leopard Ranking…uh!” Old Daoist Murong suddenly froze, and after a moment, he trembled violently and collapsed to the ground in pain.
Yes, who is chasing Fang Zong?
According to national regulations, unless one is utterly wicked, the three ranks of Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard will each perform their respective duties.
Fang Zong's killing of him was justified and justified, and could not be considered an unforgivable crime.
So, who on the Leopard Ranking can hunt down Fang Zong?
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