The screams coming from next door were very rhythmic, dull and moist, and they were the unique sound of fists smashing into ulcerated flesh.
Plank Wall is not soundproof, and every muffled sound is accompanied by the wail of overwhelmed bones. In this night filled with the fragrance of powder and the moisture of rain, it interweaves into a welcome song called power.
Li Mingyue stood at the threshold, the end of Spring Embroidered Saber's scabbard hanging among the scattered wood chips on the ground.
She didn't bring any entourage, and her Flying Fish Robe, which represented Life and Death Authority, glowed with a cold silver light under the dim candlelight.
She just listened quietly, listening to the confidant who once relied on her power to be arrogant, now wailing like a bereaved dog.
She raised her foot, and the sole of her boot ran over a broken door panel, making a heart-wrenching creaking sound, and walked step by step towards the round red sandalwood table in the room.
Fang Mo sat on the Grand Tutor Chair covered with White Tiger Skin, without even the intention of getting up to greet him. He held a White Jade Wine Cup on his fingertips, and the remaining wine in the cup was turbid, reflecting the dim night outside the window.
"Fang Mo."
Li Mingyue put his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward, and looked down at this man with a rogue look on his face.
She could clearly see the dried blood stains on the other party's collar, as well as the playfulness deep in those Clear Distinction eyes.
"That's enough."
"Enough?"
Fang Mo's movements paused for half a beat. He turned his head, put his little finger into his ear hole and took it out casually, then put it to his mouth and blew a breath, his movements were as vulgar as Thug, the most obscene person in the market.
"When that kid called my brothers just now, why didn't you think it was enough?"
Fang Mo The wine glass in his hand hit the table hard, and the jade collided with the hardwood, making a crisp sound. He raised his hand, with clear knuckles, and pointed directly at the wooden wall that was still shaking slightly.
"I'm Fang Mo dead. I'm wallowing in this Divine Capital quagmire, and my face has become thicker than the city wall. I can take it as a joke no matter how others arrange or humiliate me."
He slowly stood up, and with his movements, a strong Blood Fiend Energy hit his face. It was not the Gang Qi of Martial Artist, but the ferociousness naturally developed after he had just killed Lei Heng and secured his position as White Tiger Hall Hundred Households.
"But you can't touch my brother."
Fang Mo took a step forward, and the distance between the two shortened to audible breathing.
He stared at Li Mingyue's always aloof phoenix eyes, and his tone was cold.
"This world values reciprocation. I gave you Lord Li face, so I let the beast breathe. If you hadn't come, what would have been heard at this moment would not have been screams, but the sound of Monkey being cut into pieces and thrown into the Luo River to feed the fish."
Li Mingyue's chest rose and fell, and Flying Fish Robe's tight body trembled slightly due to extreme depression.
She is patient and weighing.
Fang Mo is the first among Divine Capital who dares to talk to her like this.
"You have to cooperate."
Li Mingyue's voice turned cold, "Is this your cooperative attitude?"
"The prerequisite for cooperation is equality."
Fang Mo put away his careless look and leaned forward, with their faces less than one foot apart.
He could smell the faint cold fragrance on this woman's body, which was the smell of Sha Qi that had been fighting with Demon for many years, mixed with some kind of expensive spices.
"I used to be a jailer, and you were Battalion Commander. There was a big difference. I couldn't reach higher, and I didn't dare to reach higher. Now I am Hundred Households, with someone in my hand and a knife at my waist. I can sit on the White Tiger Hall, and I can also play the chess game of Divine Capital. If you want to talk to me, you have to put down that high air."
Fang Mo stared into Li Mingyue's eyes, word by word.
"My attitude depends on you. If you regard that Monkey as a person, I will save his life. If you think he is just a dog that can bite people at will, then I will help you pull out the dog's teeth tonight to avoid causing greater trouble in the future."
Li Mingyue looked at him for a long time.
Finally, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
She knew that she lost this time.
Not only did he lose because of his subordinates' ignorance, but he also lost because of the opponent's sudden increase in strength and change in mentality.
The Fang Mo in front of me is no longer the little person who can be manipulated at will.
"Keep him alive."
Li Mingyue closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed, leaving only a bottomless calmness, "I owe you a favor. Let your people be beaten gently."
"Hey."
Fang Mo's face instantly burst into a bright smile, and his face changed so quickly that it was staggering.
"Look, that's right. Lord Li's face must be given. From now on, we will have to stir the pot in the same pot. How can we really hurt our friendship for the sake of a dog?"
He turned his head and pursed his lips at Qian Dagui who was putting on his shoes.
"Da Gui, do you hear that? Lord Li is kind-hearted and doesn't want to see blood. Go and tell Iron Bull not to use the hammer. It makes too much noise and can easily disturb the people. Put on your shoes."
"Okay!"
Qian Dagui put the bloody boots on his feet and yelled at the neighbor.
"Iron Bull! Put the hammer away! Don't kill anyone! Use your hands! Only your hands!"
The screams next door were slightly lower, but the sound of flesh hitting flesh was more intensive.
Li Mingyue listened to the voice, and the corners of her eyes twitched uncontrollably. She took a deep breath, and finally said nothing. She pulled out the chair opposite Fang Mo and sat down. Although her movements were still elegant, there was a sense of powerlessness.
"Serve tea." Fang Mo ordered.
Old Yan quickly changed a pot of tea and poured it for Li Mingyue.
The steam was steaming and the aroma of tea overflowed, slightly diluting the smell of blood in the room.
Li Mingyue picked up the teacup, but didn't drink it, just held it in his hand to warm it.
She looked around, her eyes lingering on Jie Se Monk and Old Yan for a moment, and finally returned to Fang Mo.
"Tell them to stand down."
"No need."
Fang Mo leaned back on the chair and waved his hand, "We are all brothers, there is nothing we can't listen to. Besides, if you Lord Li came to Red Light District like this in the middle of the night to block me, you definitely don't want to talk about romance with me, right?"
Li Mingyue put down the tea cup, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
She knew that Fang Mo was showing off his muscles to her, and also telling her that the people in this room were all his best friends.
"Okay."
Li Mingyue Don't worry about these minutiae anymore.
She took out a Parchment Map from her arms and spread it on the table.
My finger crossed over the map, and finally settled on an inconspicuous mountain col outside the city of Divine Capital.
"I came tonight for no other reason."
Li Mingyue raised his head, his eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity.
"Divine Capital Thirty miles outside the city, Mass Grave."
"Fang Dashan's Burial Ground, something happened."