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Chapter 274 Paid

At night, Zuihua Tower.

Outside, the wind was howling and the snow was falling, but inside the pavilion, the atmosphere was warm and like spring.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable wolfskin rug, Yang Lang rubbed the girl in his arms with his left hand, raised the wine glass high with his right hand, and laughed loudly: "Brothers, we won't go home until we are drunk tonight!"

"You won't come home until you're drunk!"

The group of big men in the pavilion responded loudly, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Beside each big man was a thinly dressed girl, who spoke softly and tenderly, and whose sweet voice filled the air with the aroma of liquor and cosmetics.

"Big brother."

A big man came over and picked up the wine pot, and filled Yang Lang's cup with wine. He said with a smile: "I'm sorry to have you spend money again today. We really made the right decision to follow Big Brother!"

Yang Lang laughed and leaned back contentedly into the arms of another girl.

The Wuwei Gate Outer Hall incense master was a little drunk and said lazily: "This is nothing. My brothers have worked hard following me. It's only right that they eat and drink a little."

The most important thing is that he is not spending his own money!
Yang Lang really didn't expect that the guardian of the outer hall of the Heavenly King Palace, a fourth-rank warrior, would be so easy to talk to.

Today he asked Zhang Yuan for a huge sum of 188 taels of silver as New Year's gift.

I originally thought that Zhang Yuan would get angry and turn against me.

As a result, Zhang Yuan agreed without hesitation just like last time, and immediately went back to get the silver for him.

To be honest, Yang Lang felt embarrassed for the other party.

Yang Lang guessed that Zhang Yuan had temporarily lost his backing in the Heavenly King Palace, so he did not dare to turn against the Wuwei Sect.

Or maybe Zhang Yuan was aware of Wuweimen's plot and chose to swallow his anger and delay time.

After all, there are more than seven fourth-level masters in Wuwei Sect.

There is also a sect leader who is a fifth-level strongman!

So what if he's a fourth-level warrior?
Once his vital point is grasped, even a third-level person like him can be defeated!
But this guy is really rich.

The more Yang Lang thought about it, the more angry he became, and the greedy desire almost burned his eyes red.

The incense master of Wuwei Gate Outer Hall began to think about what excuse he could use next time to extort more of Zhang Yuan's wealth.

The hall master Zhu Jun agreed.

No matter how much silver Yang Lang could extort, it would all belong to him and his men.

This is life-threatening money!

Wow~

At this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly opened from the outside: "So all the girls are here!"

A burly man was standing at the door, looking at the people in the room with a smile.

"Oh, sir, you can't go in!"

The madam of Zuihualou pushed forward and tried to stop the other party: "This room is full of distinguished guests!"

Yang Lang suddenly stood up, his face darkening: "Get out!"

This burly man had a broad back and a rough appearance, and also had a stiff beard.

The man was wearing a bearskin coat and had a dagger on his waist, the typical attire of a gangster.

Yang Lang was so angry that he almost started cursing on the spot.

There is really no way that Zuihualou can be compared with Chunyuege. They actually let such unreputable guests break into the VIP room. The level is really not high.

It’s just that Zuihualou is just across the street from Wuweifang, and the girls in the building are cheap and good quality.

Most suitable for Yang Lang's consumption level.

He also wanted to go to Chunyue Pavilion to admire the courtesan, but his purse did not allow it!

Seeing that Yang Lang was unhappy, the big man closest to the door immediately stood up and reached out to push the burly man.

He was still cursing: "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me telling you to get out?"

As a result, his hand had not yet touched the other person.

The burly man smiled coldly and suddenly slapped him.

Snapped!
Yang Lang's subordinate took the slap completely with his face. With a crisp "crack", his head turned 180 degrees, facing his back.

With great astonishment and confusion, the big man with second-level dark energy cultivation fell down with a bang.

It just hit the wine table.

This sudden accident shocked everyone present.

Yang Lang has the strongest strength and the fastest reaction.

"kill!"

He roared suddenly, then leaped high into the air like a ferocious tiger hunting its prey, and punched the burly man standing at the door.

Yang Lang is a warrior at the peak level of the third stage of Hua Jin, and is just one step away from breaking through to the fourth stage.

He has fought for Wuwei Gate for many years and has extremely rich combat experience.

Realizing the danger from the enemy, the incense master of the outer hall of Wuwei Gate attacked boldly. All the strength in his body was concentrated in his fists in an instant, and the air exploded with a whistling sound.

The force he exerted explosively has already exceeded the limit of three thousand five hundred kilograms!

For Yang Lang, this punch was the culmination of all his life's skills, and the most powerful blow he could deliver in a hurry.

With a flick of his fingers, Yang Lang's fist hit the burly man.

The fierce wind from his fist even blew up the hair on the latter's head!

But what Yang Lang never expected was that the burly man did not dodge or evade, and did not even blink.

As if stunned.

But the next moment, the burly man suddenly laughed.

Yang Lang's fist was steadily caught by a palm, and the powerful force concentrated in it suddenly disappeared like a drop in the ocean, without causing the slightest ripple.

Fourth level master!

Before Yang Lang landed, his heart suddenly fell into the abyss.

Click!

The burly man clasped his five fingers together, crushed Yang Lang's fist, and slapped him on the forehead.

The incense master of the Wuwei Gate Outer Hall fell to the ground with a bang, shaking the entire pavilion.

Just when Yang Lang's consciousness fell into complete darkness.

He heard a voice in his ears: "The money for the life has been paid."

Yang Lang suddenly came to his senses.

But it was too late for him to regret, and he set out on the road to the underworld with endless despair.

After beating Yang Lang to death, the burly man did not let go of anyone else present.

With one punch each, he killed the other three of Yang Lang's men.

The bright red blood splattered on the wall.

Especially eye-catching.

Some of the girls serving wine fainted from fright, while others huddled in the corner, trembling, with puddles of water under them.

Some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

The burly man shook his head, turned and left the private room that was like hell.

He stepped over the prostrate madam and slapped the Zuihualou guards who had rushed over after hearing the news away, laughing wildly: "I am Wei Yan, and I killed people today just to take revenge. If anyone wants to die, just come find me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man broke open the window outside the corridor and jumped into the snow.

Blink and disappear.

After a while, the old procuress lying on the ground raised her head and let out a shrill scream.

"Killing!"

"Help, someone come quickly!"

At this time, Zuihualou suddenly became chaotic, and hurried footsteps were heard upstairs and downstairs.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night with wind and snow!
(End of this chapter)