Blood Money

Guan Peng was immediately caught in a dilemma.

Just then, someone coughed softly in the courtyard. "Let me help you with the second match, but there's a price to pay."

Guan Peng suddenly turned his head and looked back, only to see a person wearing a dark cloak who had appeared in the courtyard at some point.

The man gently lifted his hat, his black, tousled hair fluttering in the breeze. His crimson eyes reflected the lights of the courtyard, as if thick blood were flowing within them.

Guan Peng's eyes shrank little by little.

Master!

He's definitely a master!

Although the other party did not release any Primal Energy fluctuations, Guan Peng was certain that the person's combat strength was no less than his own, based on the fact that they were able to sneak into the courtyard without alerting him.

What's remarkable is that the other person is so young, at most in their early twenties.

"You are..." Guan Peng hesitated.

"Red ghost."

The man gave a name.

As Guan Peng sized himself up, Luo Yan was also reading Guan Peng's information.

Guan Peng, 46 years old, deputy leader of the "Iron Horse" mercenary group.

'Technique: King Kong Art.'

'Realm: Primary Level Five '

Combat Skill: 1. Mountain Splitting Slash; 2. Blade Wind Chaos; 3. Eagle Strike.

There are no secret techniques, no specific footwork.

But for a non-governmental organization, being able to cultivate to the Primary Level Five is already quite good.

Moreover, he has mastered three Combat Skill.

Just then, a child in the yard whispered, "Dad, it's that older brother!"

They were the kids from the barbecue stall.

Guan Peng looked at the child. "Xiao Yuan, do you know this... older brother?"

The boy named Xiaoyuan nodded vigorously. "The people in the Flower Shirt bullied me and my dad, and my brother beat them up."

At this moment, the boy was pulled aside by his thin father, who scolded him for being nosy.

Guan Peng looked at Luo Yan again and tentatively asked, "What are your conditions?"

Luo Yan said calmly, "For the next three years, 'Iron Horse' will be employed by me and obey my orders."

"Three years, 500,000."

Guan Peng was taken aback, then asked, "Are you sure?"

"Mister Red Ghost, 'Iron Horse' is not what it used to be. Now we only have about twenty men left who are capable of fighting."

"And half of them are still in the hospital."

Luo Yan glanced indifferently at the figure outside the courtyard. "I know, the Mountain Eagle's voice was very loud just now, I heard it all."

"So, this 500,000 is money to buy your life." "How about that?"

"I'll think about it."

"Paying for one's life" means that being employed by the Red Demon puts one's life in danger.

However, he was only employed for three years.

Rather than for life.

Guan Peng was tempted.

'Iron Horse' did not want to be swallowed up, otherwise it would have agreed to ' Flower Shirt's' demands long ago.

But now they need money, otherwise whether those brothers lying in the hospital can be saved is truly up to fate.

Moreover, the pensions for those who died in battle were so large that even emptying the 'Iron Horse's' coffers wouldn't be enough.

But if we had that 500,000...

At this moment, the ' Flower Shirt ' Mountain Eagle outside impatiently urged, "Guan Peng, if you've settled your affairs, hurry up and give me an answer."

Upon hearing the Mountain Eagle's voice, Guan Peng's face turned cold, and he finally made up his mind.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mister Red Ghost!"

Luo Yan immediately took his sword and went out into the alley.

In the courtyard, Guan Peng announced loudly, "These are the brothers from our 'Iron Horse' team who will be fighting in the second round!"

When the Mountain Eagle saw that it was a stranger, it paused for a moment, unable to recall if this person was in the 'Iron Horse'.

He didn't care, sneered, and immediately shouted, "Old Ghost, you go!"

From the crowd of people in Flower Shirt, a man with gray hair stepped out, dragging a Han sword, the tip of which sparked as it scraped the ground.

Looking at him, Luo Yan could see all the information about the other party clearly in his eyes, which were adorned with a silver Cross Star.

Chen Zhu, 31 years old, a key member of the gang "Flower Shirt".

'Realm: Primary Level Four '

Looking at this information, it's clear that the Mountain Eagle was not careless.

This man, whose real name is Chen Zhu and nickname is "Old Ghost," should be a top expert among the core members of "Flower Shirt."

Among these people, his combat strength is second only to Mountain Eagle.

Old Ghost looked at Luo Yan, grinned maliciously, and made a provocative throat-slitting gesture.

Luo Yan ignored it.

Seeing Luo Yan's composure, Mountain Eagle frowned slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

But now the die was cast, and there was no turning back, so he raised his hand and shouted, "Begin!"

Old Ghost immediately charged towards Luo Yan, letting out a sharp shriek. He brandished his Han sword, and with the burst of Primal Energy, he exuded quite a presence.

But just when the two were about four or five meters apart...

Luo Yan suddenly erupted.

The secret method of "Opening the Essence Gate" – using Primal Energy to activate acupoints!

The cloak billowed wildly in the volcanic eruption of Primal Energy, and the Mountain Eagle saw that Luo Yan's long sword, hidden beneath the cloak, flashed out of its sheath with a 'clang,' and he made a feint slash at the backbone of his own forces.

The Mountain Eagle was initially puzzled, but then it suddenly saw that Luo Yan's long sword suddenly emitted invisible ripples that were difficult to see with the naked eye.

The ripples conveyed a sense of weight and covered four or five meters in an instant. Old Ghost's eyelids twitched; he saw the scenery before him suddenly distort slightly.

It's like a scene distorted by the heatwave in the height of summer.

Old Ghost instinctively held the Han sword horizontally to his chest.

But they were still too slow.

Luo Yan's invisible blade energy, unleashed with his longsword ' Huanlong,' instantly dodged the Old Ghost.

The Primal Energy dissipated and disappeared, and the cloak once again covered Luo Yan's body.

Luo Yan didn't look at the Old Ghost again, and turned to walk into the courtyard of 'Iron Horse'.

Behind him, the Old Ghost took two more steps, then suddenly his figure split open to the left and right, his flesh and blood mangled!

A chorus of exclamations erupted.

The people in the Flower Shirt stepped back, staring in disbelief at the Old Ghost, whose body had been splattered with blood, and at the corpse that had been cleaved in two.

The Mountain Eagle's eyelids kept twitching.

He suddenly looked at Luo Yan.

"Who is he!"

"He is definitely not one of your 'Iron Horse' members!"

Seeing how fierce the Red Demon was, killing the core members of the Flower Shirt Robe with a single blow, Guan Peng was both happy and afraid.

The good news is that the 'Iron Horse' was saved today.

What he feared was that the Red Ghost Hand was ruthless, and if he didn't keep his promise, the consequences would probably be just like those of that ' Old Ghost '.

Hearing the Mountain Eagle howling, Guan Peng laughed and said, "What, are you scared?"

"If you're scared, then get lost!"

"Or, shall we take a turn and play our part, and finish this third round?"

The Mountain Eagle hesitated for a moment.

He wasn't confident of victory against Guan Peng.

Just then, the phone rang.

After answering the call.

He put down his phone, frowned at Guan Peng, and said, "Let's put the third game on hold for now. We'll have a proper go at it another time."

After speaking, he glanced at Luo Yan warily and then made a hand gesture.

The man in the Flower Shirt hurriedly collected the ' Old Ghost's' corpse and then made a clean getaway.

Guan Peng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, cheers erupted from the windows on both sides of the alley and from the rooftops of buildings.

An hour later.

Inside the large house in the 'Iron Horse' courtyard, Guan Peng watched as the man in front of him, who resembled a Daoist priest, cheerfully took out page after page of contracts and placed them on the table.

Guan Peng glanced at the so-called "Employment Contract," its pages densely covered with words, and his head began to throb.