Elder Wu

The thugs led the way, taking Li Banfeng into the gang.

The so-called "tangkou" was actually just a factory building.

The Gang Leader of the Green Fire Gang was drinking in the factory, while a photographer was taking pictures.

Three beautiful young women, with pretty faces and slender figures, were naked and working as models.

So it turns out the Green Fire Gang is also in this line of work.

Li Banfeng lowered the brim of his hat and walked towards the Gang Leader. By the time the Gang Leader reacted, Li Banfeng was already beside him.

These Gang Leader are not strong enough, at most at the third level, and can hardly sense the presence of the fifth-level House Cultivator.

Not only was he unaware of it, but the photographer and model were also oblivious, continuing to take photos with great enthusiasm.

The Gang Leader didn't dare to breathe loudly, lowering his voice to ask, "Friend, what's the matter?"

Li Banfeng rubbed the Gang Leader's cheek with his sickle. "Gang Leader, right? What's your name?"

"My name is Han Xianrong."

"Gang Leader Han, I've come to you because I'd like to ask you to publish a few news articles."

"That's easy to do. Just mention it briefly, and I'll find someone to write the article."

"You don't need to worry about the manuscript; I've already written it and taken the photos."

"I'll have it published in tomorrow's Morning News immediately."

"It's not enough for just your family to send it out. Call all the local newspapers over and send them out together."

"No problem."

"Invite the Gang Leader of the other gangs over as well; I have something to discuss with them."

"Well, I'm afraid I can't bring myself to say that. Our gang isn't very big, and we don't have much influence in Black Stone Slope."

"If you're going to invite them sincerely, they won't refuse, will they?"

"This is really putting me in a difficult position. If I do this, I won't be able to stay in Black Stone Slope..."

"Did I not explain myself clearly, or did you not understand?" Li Banfeng cut a gash on Han Xianrong's face.

Is there no way to establish oneself?

The Green Fire Gang is utterly wicked; such a gang should not exist.

The sickle was highly poisonous, Han Xianrong felt dizzy.

"Alright, I'll send someone to call them..." Han Xianrong flicked his sleeve, pulled out a talisman from it, and clutched it in his hand.

Li Banfeng laughed. His movements were so slow that Li Banfeng was getting anxious for him.

The talisman shattered, and more than a dozen Ghost Servant swarmed towards Li Banfeng.

The master was slow, and the Ghost Servant wasn't fast either.

Li Banfeng pulled out the Horse Whip given to him by Prince Chun from his bosom and lashed it twice at the Ghost Servant.

Nearly half of the Ghost Servant were annihilated, while the remaining Ghost Servant, who hadn't been touched, stood there too terrified to move.

These low-level Ghost Servant basically lose their ability to move when they hear the sound of a whip.

It wasn't until this moment that the photographer and model noticed Li Banfeng and realized that their Gang Leader had gotten into a fight.

Li Banfeng slashed Han Xianrong's face again. "Do you understand now?"

Han Xianrong said tremblingly, "Good sir, what is your name?"

"My surname is Ye, the Ye of night."

Han Xianrong quickly instructed the photographer, "Quickly, call the brothers over. Night Boss Ye, don't worry, I'm just having them do the work. They'll do whatever you say."

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "I'm not worried. Tell them to hurry up."

Sure enough, Han Xianrong's men were quick to act; in no time, more than a hundred people arrived.

Li Banfeng sat next to Han Xianrong, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

Han Xianrong didn't dare to act rashly, so he told his subordinates about Li Banfeng's request.

His men split into three groups and each carried out their own tasks.

Following Li Banfeng's instructions, the first group gathered workers, typeset the newspaper, and immediately began printing.

The second group notified all their newspapers to reprint the front page of tomorrow's paper.

The third group went to inform the leaders of various gangs in Black Stone Slope to come to his territory to discuss matters.

The factory was empty; everyone was busy with their work.

Will any help come over?

Han Xianrong's status is not as bad as he claims. In Black Stone Slope, the big gangs won't pay him any attention, but the smaller gangs will give him some face.

Han Xianrong was confident that as long as the leaders of each gang were willing to come, they would definitely have their own weapons with them. He would give them a signal, and with everyone working together, he was sure they could take down this madman.

The most urgent task is to cure the poison as soon as possible, lest this madman panic and strike first.

"Hero, I'm so dizzy, I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer."

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "It's nothing, dizziness is normal."

"Good sir, don't worry, I have no ill intentions. I'll wait here with you obediently, just give me some..."

Li Banfeng looked at Han Xianrong: "It's so late, don't wait with me, go get some rest."

"That's fine then," Han Xianrong nodded. "Excuse me."

"Don't walk alone. Look at you, you can't even stand properly. I'll help you." Li Banfeng actually got up and helped Han Xianrong up.

Han Xianrong realized something was wrong and reached into his pocket.

He still had one last talisman hidden in his pocket. The talisman was torn, and a Ghost Servant who had been lying in the factory's backyard rushed over.

This is Han Xianrong's most powerful Ghost Servant, and also his last trump card.

Inspired by this Ghost Servant, the Ghost Servant who were initially intimidated gained the courage to attack and rushed towards Li Banfeng together.

"The bamboo shadows sway red, the body drifts, the fragrant concubine's couch, the dream of remembering her lover is hard to wake up..." Li Banfeng a song called "The Drunken Bell" and all the Ghost Servant stood beside him, motionless.

Li Banfeng looked at Han Xianrong: "We've finished listening to the song, it's time to rest."

He opened the door, grabbed Han Xianrong, and led a group of Ghost Servant into the Portable Abode.

"Hey, my lord, you haven't bought any groceries in ages, and now you've brought back just a few vegetable scraps to fool your Little Slave?"

"My Wife, please make do with this for now, I'll go out and search around some more."

Li Banfeng has passed away.

Hong Ying trembled, then placed a soul on the tip of her spear and absorbed it completely.

The record player roared, "Hey you slut, you dare steal a bite!"

Hong Ying tasted it carefully. "What use is this kind of ordinary soul? I can't taste anything, so why do you keep doing it?"

The record player scoffed, "My husband bought this; I love this flavor!"

"Wicked Woman, what has happened to you since your death? How much fighting power do you still have?"

The record player ignored her, first setting the Ghost Servant aside, then using a stylus to pick up Han Xianrong, sprinkling some Machine Oil on him, and slowly savoring him.

Hong Ying smelled something and sneered, "Wicked Woman, why do you eat so much oily food? Is it to make things easier for your man?"

"It's none of your business!" the record player scoffed, then continued eating.

Li Banfeng gave a whistle, and Zuo Wugang in. The Nightmare Cultivator had already taken care of things, and no one in the Green Fire Gang could pose a threat to Zuo Wugang.

"The major gangs will send people over in a while. You can talk to them first."

Zuo Wugang agreed. He had been through many trials and tribulations in the martial arts world, so dealing with these people was not difficult for him.

That evening, a total of six leaders came. Zuo Wugang instructed them to publish news in their respective territories. Everyone remained silent, as they did not want to offend the Qingshou Association.

Wei Jiangpeng, the leader of the White River Gang, asked, "Gang Leader Han sent us. Where is he?"

Zuo Wugang said, "Gang Leader Han is tired and has gone to rest. If any of you are worried about him, I'll take you to see him."

Wei Jiangpeng paused for a moment, then deliberately avoided Zuo Wugang's gaze.

The others exchanged glances, then lowered their heads and remained silent.

People in the martial arts world understand what others say: Gang Leader Han is gone.

At that moment, Li Banfeng quietly entered the factory, and none of the people present noticed Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng gestured to Zuo Wugang, suggesting that they could be even harsher on these people.

Zuo Wugang turned around and easily unscrewed a lump of iron from the machine tool.

The group of Gang Leader were all on tenterhooks, knowing that this person was far above them.

Wei Jiangpeng was the first to speak, "Side by side, please give us a hint, so we'll know who we're working for."

Zuo Wugang shook his head and said, "I won't mention Man, and you don't need to remember me. Our head of the family is surnamed Ye, not the leaf of green branches, but the night of the night. You must remember that."

Wei Jiangpeng nodded and said, "Okay, we've got it. We'll do as you say."

"You mean what you say, and you mean what you say!" Zuo Wugang his hand, and Cao Zhida brought over a stack of contracts. "Everyone knows the rules of Pro State. If anyone signs a contract and then doesn't keep their word, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Contracts hold special significance in Pro State, and no one knows whether Zuo Wugang used Contract Paper or not.

These people really didn't want to sign, but Zuo Wugang's aura intimidated them.

After signing the contract, everyone went back to their work. The next day, news of the fierce battle in front of the movie theater spread throughout Black Stone Slope.

These few small gangs controlled more than 30% of the newspapers in Black Stone Slope, all of which were second-rate tabloids.

But this matter is unusual.

First, the news is very real, with photos, and more than one. The photos of Ai Chixiang pulling the old lady's hair and Tang Peigong just taking off the bucket are particularly eye-catching.

Secondly, there were eyewitnesses. People who went to the cinema yesterday all saw this scene, and they all mentioned it when they chatted over tea and meals, becoming eyewitnesses.

If the news is true, then the commentary on page two must also be true!

How could the stories in the third and fourth editions be fake?

It's all true!

"Did the actor who played Song Chunjie end up in Tang Peigong's house?"

"Isn't that right? I heard from our neighbors that the actor who played Song Chunjie pretended to be a day laborer and entered their family. He had twenty-six concubines, and he slept with at least half of them."

How did your neighbor find out about this?

"My neighbor's nephew has a sworn brother who does odd jobs at Tang Peigong's house. This is exactly the same story as in the newspaper."

"No wonder Tang Peigong was so angry that he insisted on smashing up the movie theater. It turns out he suffered such a huge loss."

"Actually, he's just getting worked up. Didn't you see in the newspapers that he's completely incompetent? All those concubines he married are just for show."

"You know, this guy's really awful. He's no good, so he won't let us watch the movie? We're good, though!"

A person nearby said, "Where did you get all this from? I don't have any of this."

"I'm reading 'Night Fragrance,' it has the most complete content!"

That day, "Night Fragrance" sold out again, and Ma Wu raised the price to 50 cents a piece, but it was still sold out.

The next morning, two more cinemas started showing "Blood Spear Detective". Li Banfeng sent people to the cinemas to watch out. If the Qingshou Association people dared to come out and cause trouble, he would deal with them!

Tang Peigong didn't come out to cause trouble; he was sick.

Tang Peigong fell ill that very night after being splattered with molten gold juice that he couldn't wash off the smell.

Upon seeing the newspaper, Tang Peigong tripped and fell on the porch, remaining in bed for several days.

"Such unbridled insults! Such blatant lies! This scoundrel's arrogance is intolerable!"

Tang Peigong roared hoarsely, and his servants trembled uncontrollably beside him.

It wasn't from being scared, it was from the fumes.

Logically speaking, after so many days, the servants should have gotten used to it, and when Tang Peigong didn't speak, he could barely hold on.

But the moment Tang Peigong opened his mouth, it was as if a spoonful of golden broth was being cooked in his mouth; just one whiff of it could make someone vomit on the spot.

Even at this point, his legal wife and twenty-six concubines still had to listen to his lectures by his bedside, studying the sage's profound teachings.

Just after his morning class, several dozen of his disciples led an old man into Tang Peigong's residence.

Upon seeing the old man, Tang Peigong wept. He grasped the old man's hand and said in a trembling voice, "Elder Wu, you've finally arrived. I, Tang, have been humiliated by villains and have no face to live on in this world. If you had come any later, I fear you would not have seen me again."

Elder Wu comforted him, "Pei Gong, don't cry. I already know what happened."

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I am not one to cling to life. Having suffered such a great humiliation, I am willing to die to prove my integrity."

The disciples knelt by the bedside, weeping, "We are willing to go with our master!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Wu's eyes welled up with tears. "Don't cry, all of you. This smell is absolutely awful..."

Tang Peigong picked up the newspaper on the table and waved it around incessantly. "This is the villain! I will never let him live under the same sky!"

Elder Wu grabbed the newspaper. "Don't fan it, the more you fan it, the stronger the smell will become. The light in your room is a bit dim, let me take it out and take a look."

Once outside, Elder Wu took a deep breath, picked up the newspaper, and saw that it was titled "Night Fragrance."

"Is this the newspaper that caused the trouble?"

Tang Peigong cried out, "I am with this wicked man..."

Elder Wu said impatiently, "I'm asking you, is that right?"

"Yes."

Elder Wu, holding the newspaper, said, "I'll go and meet them."

P. S.: The elders are divided into civil and military officials; this one has real skills.