The man behind Meng Xingyun twisted his foot and rushed towards Li Chang'an with a whoosh, reaching out to grab him.
"Who dares!"
A voice, as loud as thunder, shook the inn, causing it to buzz.
Before Meng He could react, a hand loomed large in front of him. He quickly changed his claw into a fist and collided with the hand.
"Bang!"
The tables and chairs were shaken to pieces, the inn's floor cracked like a spider web, and a strong gust of wind sent everyone tumbling about.
Meng He came quickly and left quickly. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall and creating a large crater. With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Once everyone had regained their footing, they noticed a figure in the center of the inn.
Wang Zhongxian stood in front of Li Chang'an, protecting him behind him, and said with a smile, "I'll stand right here and see who dares to touch my brother Li."
Looking at the Gatling gun in Li Chang'an's hand, he became more and more determined in his mind.
He saw that golden light very clearly just now.
With a flash of golden light, Brother Li produced a strange-looking object—the very same Taoist technique of concealing one's inner world within a sleeve.
Li Chang'an also stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
Broken tables and chairs, cracks in the floor, and large holes in the walls.
These are all the power generated by a punch or a palm strike.
Holy crap, a martial arts world.
Li Chang'an looked at Wang Zhongxian with burning eyes.
What man doesn't harbor a martial arts dream of leaping across rooftops and scaling walls?
Meng Xingyun helped his subordinate up and asked with a serious expression, "And who are you?"
"Hehe, I've often heard that the Prince of Lingnan is a promising candidate for the palace. Seeing him today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved." Wang Zhongxian said with a smile, his fingers twirling in a delicate gesture. "Our Eastern Depot needs talents like you."
Meng He stood up, and upon hearing the words "Eastern Depot," his pupils contracted: "May I ask, sir, which official from the Eastern Depot are you referring to?"
A master who can injure himself like this with a single blow is only worth two blows in the Eastern Depot.
"You managed to survive one of my palm strikes, so you're not bad looking. Well then, I'll tell you, my family name is Wang, and my name is Wang Zhongxian!"
"Hiss~"
Upon hearing this name, many people in the inn gasped in shock, and Meng He's face turned pale.
He cupped his hands and said, "So you are one of the three grandmasters of the Eastern Depot, the Nine Thousand Years Old—Eunuch Wang Zhongxian. I deserve this blow."
The three masters of the Eastern Depot were responsible for protecting the palace, gathering intelligence, and killing to silence witnesses.
Wang Zhongxian, the "Nine Thousand Years Old," was responsible for killing people to silence them.
In the martial arts world, the title "Nine Thousand Years Old" is known for its terrifying reputation, capable of silencing even the most nagging children.
Meng He whispered in Meng Xingyun's ear, "Your Highness, this is a tough situation. Let's retreat."
Meng Xingyun's expression shifted between light and shadow; he naturally understood the meaning behind Meng He's words.
Grandmaster is the highest honorific title in the martial arts world for a person's level of skill.
Secondly, they are all grandmasters, and then they are divided into first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate experts.
Most of the retainers in the Lingnan Prince's Mansion were second-rate masters, with only a handful of first-rate masters, numbering no more than ten.
His personal bodyguard, Meng He, was a master.
In the entire Lingnan region, only his father's old servant was at the Grandmaster level.
And whenever he saw an old servant, he had to call him "Uncle".
The scholar before him actually had a grandmaster standing up for him, and that grandmaster was none other than Wang Zhongxian, the most famous figure in the Eastern Depot.
With Eunuch Wang protecting them, there's definitely nothing they can do to Li Chang'an today.
Not to mention him, even his father couldn't get back at him in public today.
Meng Xingyun snorted coldly, glared at Li Chang'an, and turned to say, "Consider yourself lucky, we're leaving."
After saying that, he led Fatty Guo and the others to leave.
Before they had taken two steps, they heard Li Chang'an's voice.
"etc."
Meng Xingyun turned to look at him, his face grim.
“You can leave,” Li Chang’an said, pointing at him. “But that fat guy has to stay.”
"Don't push your luck!" Meng Xingyun felt he had gone too far.
This is, after all, Lingnan City, and they want to keep their people here in front of them.
This is treating Meng Xingyun like he's not even human.
Li Chang'an stared intently at Guo Pangzi and his group, his voice icy: "I told you, you can leave, I'm fine."
This fat man must die today.
Even God couldn't keep him, I told you!
This sentence made everyone look at Li Chang'an.
Is it really that arrogant?
When did such an amazing person appear in Lingnan City?
Even the scholars behind Zhang Jiadi felt that Li Chang'an was being too arrogant.
"Eunuch Wang, are you really planning to fight to the death with the Meng family?!" Meng Xingyun felt a surge of anger rising to his head.
There's no third time for a second time. I've already given them enough face by backing down, and now they still want to humiliate me like this.
Do they really think the Meng family is made of clay?
Before Wang Zhongxian could speak, Li Chang'an interjected, "This matter has nothing to do with Brother Wang and the others. If there's anything, just tell me, like I said before."
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhongxian smiled and stepped behind him, finding a chair to sit down.
Anyway, I've already done my part. Now, let's see what tricks this Brother Li has up his sleeve.
Upon hearing this, and seeing Wang Zhongxian's indifferent attitude, Meng Xingyun calmed down: "Oh, so this young master is determined to protect him today. What means do you have to kill this fatso from my hands?"
Seeing his expression, Li Chang'an took out a folding fan and shook it before asking, "It's not really a trick, but I just want to ask, Your Highness, are you really going to protect him?"
"Heh, no matter what, this fat guy is one of my Lingnan people, how could I not protect him?"
"Then what if," Li Chang'an looked at Meng Xinghe and said slowly, "I told you I had a way to make you a real man and to allow you to carry on the family line, what would you choose?"
"Whoosh!"
Wang Zhongxian jumped up from his chair and grabbed Li Chang'an's shoulder.
"Is that true? Do you really have a way to help people continue their family line?"
The crowd erupted in uproar.
Everyone knows that His Highness the Crown Prince of Lingnan was born without that thing.
Therefore, they are neither male nor female, and they speak in a effeminate manner.
Now that someone suddenly claims he can have a son to carry on the family line, everyone's first thought is that it's impossible; Li Chang'an is a fraud.
"boom--"
Just as Wang Zhongxian grabbed Li Chang'an's arm, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky.
Outside, the sky was clear and bright, lightning flashed, and bolts of thunder struck near the inn.
Wang Zhongxian felt his mind go blank, and a chill suddenly ran through his body.
He felt as if there were eyes watching him from the sky, and that if he exerted just a little more effort...
Then the next lightning strike will probably not hit the area near the inn.
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