"Let go! Let go now!"
No matter how much the old man struggled, Deng Hongyi refused to let go.
She pulled him tightly and led him quickly out, her steps were so fast that they soon got far away from the Qingtan Abode.
"Hongyi! You're hurting me..."
Before he could finish speaking, his hand was suddenly flung away, and he almost fell on his backside as he staggered.
Just as she was about to accuse him, she was met with a pair of calm, cold eyes.
Marquis Bowang couldn't help but shudder.
It's true that he, as the eldest son, has been the pillar of the Marquis's mansion, but he has never been close to him since childhood.
Especially his eyes, which were exactly the same as his old-fashioned father's.
Every time I see Hongyi looking serious, I can't help but recall the unpleasant memories of checking my homework when I was a child.
Marquis Bowang realized that something big might have happened tonight and wanted to say a few nice words to smooth things over.
Then, Hao Da'er took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped his palm, the very hand that had just gripped his tightly!
Deng Hongyi wiped it several times, then casually tossed the handkerchief aside as if he had thrown away something dirty.
Marquis of Bowang: !
All notions of yielding were thrown to the winds; his anger flared up instantly, and his old face turned bright red.
"Shut up if you want to keep your title."
A single, casual remark quelled his anger, leaving Marquis Bowang terrified.
He stepped forward to grab his eldest son's arm, but the boy coldly dodged him, leaving him empty-handed.
Old Deng: ……
It feels like a knife has been plunged into my heart; being rejected by my own eldest son hurts so much!
"Hongyi, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything..."
But the more he spoke, the less confident he became, until his voice was barely audible.
"Father knows in his heart what he has done. From this day forward, Father shall remain confined to the Marquis's residence."
If you want your title stripped and your son stripped of his official robes, you can simply ignore this.
That's serious!
Old Master Deng was truly frightened. His eldest son never lied; if he said he would lose his title and official position, it was definitely true.
"Alright, alright, I won't go out. Good son, quickly tell your father what happened?"
Deng Hongyi ignored him, flicked his sleeves and strode forward, his inner shirt actually soaked through.
The reason he was able to arrive so quickly was because he was already on his way to Langyinfang.
Thankfully, my father retained some of his rationality and didn't completely become a tool of the Nine Gates...
Outside the small courtyard of the hermitage, the face of the God of Wealth was ashen, his heart as if he had fallen into an abyss.
His threat was practically an open declaration.
It's not a big secret that Marquis Bowang had a penchant for male prostitutes; quite a few people in Fengjing knew about it.
That's fine, but only a small group of people within the Nine Gates knew that this person's hands were not clean, having taken several lives, all of which were cleaned up by the Nine Gates.
In other words, the reason why Marquis Bowang acted recklessly and even went so far was partly due to their deliberate indulgence.
Didn't Lord Deng know that things would end in a fight to the death?
If this were to be brought to light, his father's title of "Marquis of Bowang" would become the greatest irony.
Even if he is not demoted, it will affect his reputation as an official. How can he continue to serve as the Prefect of the Capital?
Furthermore, with Deng Xiaoping's wisdom, surely he could have guessed that there was someone behind the Nine Gates?
He could have easily understood taking the other party away tonight, or even trying to smooth things over, but he chose the most decisive way.
The God of Wealth's heart was pounding violently, because Deng Hongyi's actions gave him a feeling of a hero cutting off his own arm.
Marquis Bowang left, but was forcibly taken away by his son, the Prefect of Jingzhao.
Those powerful figures who were originally "invited" to support the Nine Gates withdrew almost simultaneously.
Soon, only the nine members of the sect and five others remained, facing off against each other.
Qin Zhaoyue remained seated imposingly on the Bodhi tree stump, but was actually transmitting her voice throughout.
"So, this Prefect of Jingzhao is one of our own? His Majesty was already informed?"
Yin Zhe, fearing she would continue to pester him, simply gave a soft "hmm" as an answer.
The position of Prefect of Jingzhao is not an easy one.
Ability is one aspect, but absolute loyalty is also necessary, or rather, the latter is more important.
Deng Hongyi was a sensible person; he only gave a word of advice and made his choice without any hesitation.
Without asking or probing, they agreed readily.
It was thanks to his decisiveness that the Marquis's mansion was able to be saved afterward.
Qin Zhaoyue thought to herself, "Just as I expected."
I was really looking forward to a showdown between the two sides, but what happened?
Sorry, the powerful figure you found is actually mine, so what's the point of fighting?
The God of Wealth bowed to the opposite side and said, "What do you gentlemen wish to do? Please make your decision."
The fact that the two leaders, one dead and the other captured, could still speak so politely made Qin Zhaoyue understand that they were admitting defeat.
Whether it was a delaying tactic or a feigned agreement, it's a pity they didn't come here with any intention of negotiating.
She sat on the wooden post, while the other person sat in a wheelchair; their gazes were level, and an arrogant look appeared on their face.
"Stop marking the lanes, your second and fourth leaders have already lost."
From this night forward, the Four Seas Gang will take full control of all operations of the Nine Gates.
The God of Wealth lowered his head, his hands gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly.
He seemed to let out a long, dejected sigh, "Does it really have to be this way?"
It sounds like a tone of submission, but who would believe that the leader of the Nine Gates would hand over such a huge business?
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Qin Zhaoyue quickly transmitted her voice, "Protect me, they're probably about to make a move."
Just then, a commotion broke out on the outskirts.
A group of people rushed over, holding torches high, and surrounded the Nine Gates disciples in front of the academy.
A lean man emerged from the crowd, with scars extending from the corner of his mouth to his cheeks, giving him a ferocious smile as if he had been brutally torn open.
"Long time no see, God of Wealth."
"It's you!" The God of Wealth gasped. "You're still alive!"
Upon hearing this, the man truly smiled, his nostrils flared, and he took a sharp breath...
They had been in the dark prison for far too long, so long that they had lost track of time.
Now, he's willing to give anything for a moment of freedom.
The head of the God of Wealth was unbelievable; he had disappeared for seven or eight years, and everyone thought he was dead.
Guiya, originally a servant, was once the head of the underground ghost market in Fengjing.
After the rise of the Nine Gates, they clashed with them and annexed the Ghost Market.
However, it was not a simple struggle between martial arts sects, because Guiya was once the Cui family's agent in the underworld of Fengjing.
impossible!
The Cui family also holds a stake in the Nine Gates; how could they allow Guiya to still be alive?
If it weren't for the Cui family, who would be standing behind Guiya now?
Ghost Fang laughed wildly, his hideous scars and emaciated body making him look like a demon struggling to crawl out of hell.
"You didn't expect that, did you..."
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!
The ordinary-looking gang member behind the God of Wealth's head suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, a dagger appeared in front of Ghost Fang.
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