New Year's Greetings
Bang!
On the round table, the cup in front of Luo Yan suddenly shattered, and the aroma of wine immediately filled the air.
Xu Ruihao's expression changed, and he asked, "What do you mean?"
Luo Yan raised his head and glanced at the fat man. "Although I know you're just a pawn put on the table, it's not really your fault."
"But since you're willing to be someone else's pawn."
"Willing to fight and charge into battle for others."
"So, you're prepared to be cannon fodder, aren't you?"
As he spoke, Luo Yan emitted a Amber Light Qi that was barely perceptible to the naked eye. It came to Xu Ruihao's side like a tentacle.
Amidst the luminous aura, a tiny green firefly rose.
That was the highly toxic essence refined from the poison in the small temple on Temple Street, which he had previously absorbed.
When it reached the tip of the Amber Light Qi, the tentacle-like aura touched the back of the fat man's neck.
The green firefly then entered Xu Ruihao's body.
Xu Ruihao was feeling very anxious because of Luo Yan's words. Suddenly, he felt an unbearable itch on the back of his neck and couldn't help but scratch it.
They tore off a piece of flesh, still dripping with blood.
Ding Ding'ao and quickly got up and left.
Xu Ruihao, completely unaware of the situation, gave Wan Cheng an apologetic smile, "It's a little itchy, so itchy."
He scratched and pried at himself here and there, until he was covered in blood.
As they were grabbing him, Xu Ruihao stopped moving. His burly body crashed to the ground with a thud, and white foam came out of his mouth.
He died.
"Hiss~"
A collective gasp filled the air.
Who would have thought that Xu Ruihao, who was just talking eloquently and full of vigor, was actually quite different?
He died suddenly.
Moreover, judging from the manner of death, it appears to have been poisoned.
Who poisoned it?
When were you poisoned?
Immediately, voices rose from around the round table.
Some people even looked at Luo Yan and shouted, "Red Demon, did you kill him?"
Luo Yan readily agreed, nodding in acknowledgment.
The man immediately roared, "Guards, arrest the people from the Red Gate!"
Immediately, hundreds of burly men stood up from the nearly one hundred round tables on Temple Street.
Luo Yan looked at Yang Hao and said, "Go, die standing up, live sitting down."
"Kill everyone who refuses to sit down."
"Return after the battle, and you'll be rewarded with a ' Combat Skill '."
"Anyone else who returns alive will be rewarded with 100,000 work points."
Immediately, Yang Hao and his men's eyes lit up.
They immediately headed towards the street corner.
Yang Hao grinned maliciously and roared, "Did you hear me, you piece of trash?"
"Our master said so."
"Sit back down, and you will live."
"Dare to stand up, or die!"
He raised his hand, and ten skilled men rushed forward, their blades flashing and blood splattering as they cleaved and killed the men standing at the front.
Before the small temple, the gang leaders at the round table were about to stand up when they suddenly felt an invisible pressure enveloping the entire area, making it hard for them to breathe.
In this small square, a faint sound of tides rose from somewhere, booming and rumbling like thunder, making everyone who heard it tremble with fear.
Then the leader of the Red Gate, the Crimson Demon wearing Carved Wooden Mask, slowly said, "What I just said applies to you as well."
"Those who don't believe it are welcome to give it a try."
He had secretly separated Amber Light Qi, each ray of which emitted a green, poisonous glow and was distributed around those who had just raised their hands.
They were injected with a deadly poison the moment they made any unusual move.
Only Guan Qi, Yue Zun, and Ding Ding'ao did not raise their hands in support, so Luo Yan let them go.
Wan Cheng and the others' expressions changed, their hearts filled with both shock and fear.
They naturally remembered what Luo Yan had just said.
"Die standing up, live sitting down."
This saying can also be interpreted as "Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish!"
At that moment, everyone, including Uncle Ya, looked towards Wan Cheng.
Wan Cheng then looked at Guan Qi, hoping that the "Nine Phoenixes" would express their opinion.
Guan Qi, however, seemed completely oblivious to the situation, her mind elsewhere.
Wan Cheng gritted his teeth, looked at Luo Yan, and said in a deep voice, "Young friend Chi Gui, Xu Ruihao only made a suggestion, and you killed him."
"Our brothers just stood up, and you attacked them. Don't you think you're being too domineering?"
Luo Yan retorted, "Am I supposed to wait until someone has a knife to my throat before I can act?"
"Sorry, I don't have that habit."
"Since you all want to take advantage of my Red Gate, you should be prepared for my counterattack, shouldn't you?"
Wan Cheng, under the table, subtly kicked Yue Zun, trying to get him to join forces to subdue the Red Demon.
But Yue Zun closed his eyes, as if asleep, and remained unmoved.
Hearing the deafening sounds of battle emanating from the street, and seeing the bloodshot eyes, Wan Cheng was instantly thrown into turmoil.
The two iron balls in his hand were already deformed from his grip, yet he hesitated to make a move.
When Wan Cheng met Luo Yan's crimson eyes, he trembled, realizing that he was ultimately intimidated by the Crimson Demon's aura and had lost his usual decisiveness.
Having already lost psychologically to their opponent, how could they possibly win if they forced themselves to attack at that point?
At that moment, Wan Cheng sighed softly.
He winked repeatedly at Uncle Ya beside him.
The old man quickly put on a smile and said.
"Young friend Red Demon, we have no intention of joining forces against you. What we just said was only Xu Ruihao's opinion. We were just having fun and joining in the commotion."
"You see, should you ask your subordinates to stop?"
"It's a misunderstanding. Just talk it out and it'll be fine. There's really no need to make a big fuss."
"How about this, we'll all punish ourselves by drinking three cups of wine as an apology?"
Luo Yan said calmly, "I'll just punish myself with three cups."
There's no need for that.
"However, the suggestion that Mr. Xu just made wasn't entirely without merit."
"It only requires a few minor adjustments to the details."
"For example, if you jointly contribute 50 million, Hongmen will Red Gate 10 million."
"Let's work together to make the business bigger and stronger. As for the profits, 30% should be about right for you."
"As for the rest, we, the Red Gate, will cover it for everyone. What do you think?"
That's outrageous!
Wan Cheng almost couldn't help but strike, but he gripped the armrests so tightly that they were deformed, and he remained seated.
He dared not utter a sound, and the others didn't even dare to breathe, all looking at the leader of the ' Black Owl '.
Seeing that the Red Gate Gate's people still wouldn't stop, Wan Cheng knew that although Yang Hao only had about ten men, with that Mad Dog surnamed Yang leading the charge, the many men on the street were slaughtered like chickens and ducks, posing no real threat.
If we let them continue killing, I'm afraid they'll wipe out all our possessions.
He could only suppress his anger and nod slightly.
Uncle Ya quickly replied, "As you wish, as you wish!"
Luo Yan then made a gesture, Wen Zou chuckled, slowly walking forward and clearing his throat before calling out, "Yang Hao, I told you to stop."
On the street, Yang Hao was covered in blood. He raised his head and grinned maliciously.
The shadows ahead were indistinct, and everyone retreated. Some burly men even trembled as they sat back down in their chairs.
Upon hearing Wen Zou's voice, Yang Hao licked his blood-stained fingers and turned to walk back.
When!
When!
When!
From the distant city, the clock struck midnight, and fireworks lit up the sky above the Undercity.
Even at this end of Temple Street, the ground was illuminated by fireworks.
Luo Yan then stood up, looked around, and said calmly, "Happy New Year, everyone."