South City, Four Seas Gambling House.
This is Fourth Brother Zhao's territory, and it is also the hole where he usually collects money and sells stolen goods.
Regardless of day or night, this place is always filled with the crunching sound of dice, the laughter of winners and the wails of losers.
The air is turbid, mixed with the smell of sweat, low-quality makeup, and the strong smell of alcohol.
"Open! Open! Open!"
"Damn it! You're a kid again! I don't believe in this evil!"
Fang Mo stood in front of the gambling house and looked up at the gold-painted signboard. The glare of the sun made him squint his eyes slightly.
"Old Yan, how much is this door worth?"
Old Yan followed behind, still holding the inconspicuous cigarette rod in his hand, and smiled, "Nanmu Wood core, wrapped with copper corners, it must be worth a hundred and ten taels of silver."
"That's it."
Fang Mo nodded, without any warning, he raised his leg and kicked it.
"Bang--!"
There was a loud noise and dust flew up.
The heavy Nanmu Wood door was not kicked open, but fell directly from the door frame, breaking along with the door bolt behind the door, and the entire door panel was slammed inward like a battering ram.
The originally noisy lobby suddenly fell silent.
Everyone's eyes turned to the door in horror.
The sun shines in through the hole, and among the flying dust, four figures line up.
Fang Mo is dressed in black Fish Scale Armor, with a long knife on his waist, standing in the center. On the left is the Iron Bull who is carrying Giant Hammer like an iron tower, and on the right is the coquettish Monk who is wearing Red Robe and twisting Prayer Beads.
As for Qian Dagui, he hid behind the three people, stuck out his head, and held a thick Banknotes in his hand.
"Clear the place."
Fang Mo faintly spit out two words.
Qian Dagui immediately became energetic and jumped out from behind, with Banknotes in his hand flying all over the sky like paper money.
"Today, Four Seas Gambling House was taken over by our Master Fang!"
"Whoever picks up the money on the ground gets it! Get out of here, Master!"
Where have those gamblers seen this formation?
First, he was frightened by the power of the broken door, and then he was knocked unconscious by Banknotes falling from the sky.
After a brief moment of confusion, the lobby instantly turned into a mess.
Some people were grabbing the Banknotes on the ground, and some were crawling and running out. In less than half a cup of tea, the originally crowded lobby was cleared.
All that was left was a mess and dozens of thugs holding sticks and looking at the scene with evil expressions.
At the railing on the second floor, several men wearing short jackets and slender faces poked their heads out, holding bright Steel Saber in their hands.
Fang Mo ignored those minions, and passed through the crowd with precise eyes, locking his eyes on the person sitting on the table Grand Tutor Chair at the deepest part of the lobby.
Fourth Brother Zhao.
This guy was quite miserable at the moment. His right arm was in a thick plaster, hanging around his neck, and his chest was wrapped with a bleeding bandage. He was using his good left hand to hug a woman with heavy makeup, and there was a mountain of money in front of him.
When they saw Fang Mo and Fourth Brother Zhao's faces, which were originally a little pale due to injuries, they instantly became bloodless.
"Fang Mo!"
He never expected that this Calamity Star had just experienced an assassination last night. Instead of going to hide from the disaster today, he would come to kill him in a big way.
"Commander Zhao, you're fine."
Fang Mo walked through the lobby with a smile. The thugs on both sides seemed to have seen the god of plague, and they retreated to both sides, leaving a spacious avenue.
"I heard that Commander Zhao is short of money recently, so he sent some brothers to my place last night to send some warmth. I know how to repay a favor, so I came here to give Commander Zhao a gift in return."
Fourth Brother Zhao swallowed his saliva and shouted with an inward look, "Fang Mo! Don't be too arrogant! This is Ministry of Justice's property! You also know who is standing behind me! Those people last night..."
"Those people last night?" Fang Mo kept walking until he came three steps in front of Fourth Brother Zhao before stopping. "Those people didn't bring any money last night, so I left them alive."
As soon as these words came out, several of the cronies behind Fourth Brother Zhao subconsciously took a step back.
They had heard that all those who went there last night were good people, but none of them came back, and even the bodies were disposed of cleanly.
"What do you want to do?" Fourth Brother Zhao grabbed the tea cup on the table with his left hand, trying to be brave, "I tell you, if you dare to touch me, Young Master Shilang will never let you go! When the time comes!"
"Pah!"
Fang Mo didn't listen to his nonsense at all, he just raised his hand and slapped him.
This slap used no energy and blood, it was purely physical power, but it was so fast that people couldn't see the afterimage.
Before Fourth Brother Zhao could throw out the teacup in his hand, he was whipped around three times and fell to the ground along with the Grand Tutor Chair.
Several teeth mixed with blood flew out and clinked on the gaming table.
"This slap is for my door."
Fang Mo bent down, grabbed Fourth Brother Zhao's intact left hand, and lifted him up like a dead dog.
"I'm a reasonable person. You destroyed the flowers and plants in my yard last night and scared my men. According to the rules of the road, there are mental damages, lost work time, shock fees, and the five thousand taels of medical expenses."
Fang Mo stretched out five fingers and shook them in front of Fourth Brother Zhao's swollen face like a pig's head.
"Look, do you want to marry me now, or should I pay for it with your life?"
Fourth Brother Zhao was stunned at this time, and his head was buzzing.
He looked at Fang Mo's deep and cold eyes, which were really looking at a dead person.
He had no doubt that if he dared to say no, his neck would be broken in the next second.
No Ministry of Justice backer, no Young Master Shilang, can save his life at this moment.
"Here, why don't I give it?"
Fourth Brother Zhao looked sad and shouted vaguely, "Counter! Get the money! Get the money quickly!"
The cashier was so frightened that he hid under the counter. When he heard the shouting, he crawled out shivering and handed over a stack of Banknotes.
Fang Mo took Banknotes and put it directly into his arms without counting.
Then, his eyes fell on the jade pendant hanging around Fourth Brother Zhao's neck.
Under Netherworld Ghost Eye, this jade pendant exudes a faint Spiritual Qi fluctuation. It is obviously a good thing that can warm and nourish qi and blood.
"This thing looks quite pleasing to the eye."
Fang Mo stretched out his hand and pulled, the rope broke, and the jade pendant fell into his palm.
"You!" Fourth Brother Zhao's heart was bleeding, that was the protective jade he bought from the black market at a huge price!
"What? Commander Zhao has an opinion?" Fang Mo played with the jade pendant and spoke in a cold tone.
"No objection! Give it to Master Fang! Honor Master Fang!" Fourth Brother Zhao shook his head desperately.
Fang Mo nodded with satisfaction, let go of his hand, and let Fourth Brother Zhao fall to the ground.
He looked around, scanning the thugs who had knives in their hands but did not dare to step forward, and finally stopped at the trembling accountant.
"From today onwards, 70% of the gambling house's turnover will be sent to Seventh Squad."
Fang Mo's voice was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the entire gambling house.
"Who is in favor? Who is against?"
The whole place was dead silent. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Fourth Brother Zhao collapsed on the ground, his eyes full of resentment, but he buried his head deeply in his arms, not daring to make a sound.
"Very good."
Fang Mo clapped his hands, turned around and walked out.
When he reached the door, he paused and did not look back.
"Fourth Brother Zhao, tell the master behind you. If you want Ledger, let him get it himself. Don't send this kind of waste to die again, it will affect my appetite."
After saying that, Fang Mo strode out of the gambling house.
The sunlight shone on him again, making his shadow extremely long, like a Demon God patrolling his territory.