The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Wang Jiuling had only wanted to wait quietly for the sandstorm to end, but as it turned out, some people didn't want him to be quiet.

"Master! We're all in the same boat!"

An old man with one eye was still quietly advising Wang Jiuling, while Tuo Laoda and Kong Jian beside him were signaling to Wang Jiuling not to step forward.

But Wang Jiuling acted out of character. He turned to look at Boss Tuo and whispered, "You guys go back to the second floor immediately..."

He then stood up and looked at the few people who had come to persuade him.

"Since you all trust me, it would be impolite of me to refuse!"

He glanced back at Shi Jingqing at the corner table, then strode forward, leading the group behind him toward the counter.

This immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone on the first and second floors had their eyes on Wang Jiuling.

Rolling Dragon and the other men watched as Wang Jiuling led his men over.

"Hey buddy, there's a rumor that something happened to your boss, that someone killed him!"

Moreover, that person wanted to harm all of us.

Wang Jiuling directly pointed it out, and a look of panic flashed in the eyes of the Rolling Dragon. They had also heard the rumors about the inn today.

I just didn't expect it to develop so quickly.

The rolling dragon should quickly bow.

"Sir! You're too kind. Our manager is just sick; how could anything have happened to him?"

"No one wants to harm you! These are all rumors!"

"The shopkeeper is resting in the back room!"

The other guys also came over and said the news was fake.

But how could Wang Jiuling possibly give him a chance to evade the issue?

He glanced back at everyone present, and everyone was looking at him.

Wang Jiuling turned around and bowed.

"Whether this news is true or false, it concerns the lives of everyone present!"

We would be so kind as to allow us to meet the shopkeeper!

If it really is a rumor, then everyone can rest assured!

Upon hearing Wang Jiuling mention this, Rolling Dragon immediately panicked and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Oh dear! No, you mustn't! You mustn't!"

"Sir, this cold is so easily contagious! You are a valued guest of our inn, how could we possibly do this?"

"Forget it! Let's just forget about it!"

At this moment, Shi Jingqing, who was in the corner, spoke up. His voice was not loud, but it drew everyone's attention.

"Hey buddy! Is this obstruction really what they say, that your inn is plotting against us?"

"The Taoist priest is a man of great principle, willing to risk his life for us; we should all support him!"

Wang Jiuling turned around again.

"Rest assured, everyone! This humble Taoist priest will certainly not fail your trust!"

This really put Rolling Dragon and his crew in a very difficult position.

Everything was going smoothly until they realized something had gone wrong.

But at this point, they had no time to think too much.

Because other people in the inn had already started echoing the sentiment, people have a herd mentality.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the rolling dragon.

Fortunately, Timur, who was sitting at the largest table in the middle, came over at that moment, accompanied by a translator.

The translator then read Timur's words aloud.

"The commander has said! He is here, and no one else will be allowed to make a fuss!"

"Sit still and don't move! Our commander will personally go and check if the manager is here!"

Timur intervened at this crucial moment.

He thought to himself that this trouble had to be resolved. He didn't have enough men with him, and if he couldn't keep things under control, it would be difficult to deal with Wang Jiuling.

So he had no choice but to step forward, believing that Wang Jiuling and the others were unaware of his connection with the black market.

Rolling Dragon was overjoyed.

Excellent! Timur is one of our own. With his status as a commander of a thousand, no one present would dare or would disobey him.

As long as he pretends to have met the shopkeeper, Wang Jiuling will have no excuse.

That damned Taoist priest! I'll kill you sooner or later!

It must be said that Timur's identity as a Mongol commander was indeed useful. Upon seeing that small group of Mongol soldiers, they all stood up, and everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment, not daring to speak.

This is an instinctive obedience ingrained in one's very being.

The rolling dragon realized what was happening and quickly cooperated with Timur's act. "Commander! You can't go! The cold is contagious!"

"A thousand households! A thousand households!"

Timur had already started walking towards the back room.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling finally confirmed his and Shi Jingqing's conjectures and let out a cold laugh.

"The commander-in-chief is the backbone of this place; it's best not to take any risks!"

Without waiting for anyone else to react, Wang Jiuling flashed and rushed straight to the back hall.

He didn't want to clash with Timur in public, because even if he killed someone, it would implicate the caravan.

Wang Jiuling knew Timur's background, but what he wanted was to force Timur to make a statement!

boom!

With a whooshing sound, the door to the back hall was shattered by a single palm strike, and Wang Jiuling stood at the entrance.

"Shopkeeper, if you're here, please come out!"

But the entire back room was empty; there was no sign of the manager.

Shi Jingqing ran over and shouted into the back room, "Hey! Didn't you say the manager was in the back room? Where is he?!"

This caused an uproar among the people present.

Rolling Dragon looked extremely pale. In his panic, he had mistakenly said that the shopkeeper was in the back room.

But now he was exposed to his face.

No one expected Wang Jiuling to do this, catching the Rolling Dragon and his companions completely off guard and preventing them from even using the inn to carry out their ambush.

"What? Nobody's here?"

"You rip-off! You really want to lay a hand on us?"

"What an appetite! Do you intend to kill us all?"

Things had completely spiraled out of control. The group of guys looked at each other, completely at a loss.

"Hmph! It seems someone really has been plotting against the shopkeeper, intending to do something wicked!"

Wang Jiuling's voice, filled with genuine energy, made everyone's hearts pound.

The inn was noisy, and people on the second floor came out to see what was going on.

Timur's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at the rolling dragon.

Unaware of his own mistake, the rolling dragon exchanged a glance with Timur, and upon seeing Timur's expression, immediately misunderstood.

He pushed off with his foot and grabbed Shi Jingqing, shouting at the same time.

"A thousand households!"

He had realized that things could not be resolved amicably.

The other men also hardened their eyes and pulled out daggers and short knives from the counter.

They were just waiting to join forces with Timur and kill everyone together.

But the rolling dragon overestimated itself.

He was incredibly agile, and in just two steps he leaped in front of Shi Jingqing, ready to grab him by the neck and take him hostage.

But the next second, a fair hand slapped him on the shoulder.

The dragon was immediately sent flying backwards, crashing to the ground and struggling.

He couldn't even withstand one of Wang Jiuling's moves.

Rolling Dragon lay on the ground, feeling as if his shoulder was probably broken. He slammed his hand on the corner of the counter with a pained expression.

Swish!

When Wang Jiuling looked up, he saw a large net descending from above, and at the same time, several henchmen surrounded him with knives.

"Brother Wang, be careful!" Shi Jingqing shouted.

The inn was in complete chaos at this moment; this sudden conflict was something no one had expected.

"Thousand-household commander!" Rolling Dragon endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder, struggled to his feet, and ran towards Timur's direction.

Timur hesitated for only a moment as he watched the rolling dragon approach.

bass!

He drew his curved sword from his waist. The rolling dragon, which was running, was looking at Wang Jiuling's position. When he turned around, he saw a flash of cold light in front of him.

His head flew high into the air.

As his head hit the ground, his eyes were still filled with shock and confusion.

It wasn't until his last breath that he understood why the shopkeeper was so reluctant; it turned out that Timur couldn't be relied on either.

Timur closed his eyes slightly, feeling utterly helpless. When he looked up again, he saw that Wang Jiuling had already opened the net with his protective inner energy at the counter.

Half of those guys collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Just as the remaining three were in despair, they saw Rolling Dragon die at Timur's hands, their faces turning pale, and they became even more desperate.

"Kill them!"

Timur acted decisively, immediately ordering his Mongol soldiers to kill the men.

Wang Jiuling's move was too sudden; Timur knew that it was impossible for him to harm Wang Jiuling now.

If things continue like this, his collusion with Rolling Dragon will be exposed. Normally, he would simply take action directly.

But that stinky Taoist priest is here. His martial arts are too high. If we don't kill him, we'll probably suffer a great loss.

Even if they don't die, they will still be punished.

At this moment, both Wang Jiuling and Timur had concerns, and the unlucky one would be this shady inn.

However, when the men were desperate, their mentality changed immediately. One of them turned around and slammed his hand on the Buddha statue on the counter, twisting it forcefully.

At the same time, he grabbed an oil lamp and smashed it down.

"Then let's die together!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Wang Jiuling had already flashed over.

boom!

He slapped the waiter away, but the Buddha statue had already been twisted and spun around by the waiter.

Something has been triggered.

The sound of something breaking inside the wooden wall rang out one after another, followed by a gurgling sound.

Liquid began to seep from the floor and walls.

The moment the oil lamp flame touched the liquid, it burst into flames.

Wang Jiuling's expression changed.

Oh no! Kerosene!