Blood Wolf Gang Headquarters.
Ding Wanshan was sitting on a bench, with a coarse porcelain sea bowl placed on the table in front of him. The strong wine in the bowl had been exhausted, leaving only a layer of turbid wine stains on the bottom of the bowl.
He has maintained this posture for almost an hour.
After returning from the school grounds in the east of the city, he locked himself in this wing and saw no one.
In the corridor outside the door, the small and medium-sized gang leaders were waiting in silence.
On the wall opposite the desk, there is a yellowed map nailed, on which the various sites, hall entrances, and shops of Qingshan County are densely marked.
Ding Wanshan's eyes fell on the map, but he didn't focus at all. Those falcon-like eyes were like two pools of stagnant water at the moment, with invisible undercurrents surging underneath.
Wolf Nine is dead.
Lang Jiu, whom he personally picked up from a mass grave, raised for ten years, spent tens of thousands of taels of silver, and sent to Bibo Lake to become that man's named disciple.
Dead!
He died in the arena of the little Qingshan County martial arts competition, in the hands of that little bastard.
Ding Wanshan slowly closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions.
Anger can't solve any problems.
He knows this better than anyone.
Seventeen years ago, when he first reached the peak of An Jin, two brothers died in a turf war.
Impulsively, he led his men to kill the enemy, but was ambushed and almost died.
From then on, he understood one thing,
The angrier you are, the calmer you need to be.
"Here comes someone."
The door was pushed open and Chai Wenyuan walked in quickly.
"Gang leader."
"Send someone to Bibo Lake to deliver a letter to Mr. Qiushui."
Chai Wenyuan was slightly startled. "Now?"
"Now."
Ding Wanshan stood up, picked up the letter he had prepared from the desk, and handed it over.
There are only a few lines in the letter, and the ink has not yet completely dried.
Chai Wenyuan took it and glanced at it, his expression slightly changed.
"Gang leader, once this letter is sent, the death of Lang Jiu will be completely handed over to Mr. Qiu Shui."
He lowered his voice. "Then Jiang Fa is the number one in the martial arts association after all, and the three factions are about to join him. If Mr. Qiu Shui takes action personally in a rage, things will probably get into trouble."
Ding Wanshan smiled coldly, "Is it going to make a big fuss? I'm afraid it won't make a big fuss."
"Lang Jiu is dead. I broke the An Jin master into the hands of that little bastard. Totaling up, there are five, five!
The Blood Wolf Gang has been operating in Qingshan County for so many years, how has it ever suffered such a big loss?"
He looked cruel,
Chai Wenyuan hesitated. "Gang leader... But what kind of person is Mr. Qiu Shui? How can he be easily used as a knife?"
Ding Wanshan snorted coldly, "Of course I know this, but I know that old guy better than you. He has the best face in his life. His disciple died in the hands of a boy in a remote village. No matter what, he will not ignore it."
Chai Wenyuan frowned. "But Langjiu is only a registered disciple in Bibo Lake after all. Mr. Qiu Shui may not be willing to go to war for him."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ding Wanshan's mouth, "It doesn't matter, it's best if he comes. If he doesn't come, it doesn't hurt. We just need to plant a seed in his heart. As for when this seed will take root and sprout, it depends on that kid's life."
Chai Wenyuan thought about it and felt that it made sense, "Brother has a long-term vision and this matter can indeed be done. I will have the letter sent out now."
"Wait!"
Just when he turned around, Ding Wanshan seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped him.
"Have you checked out the batch of goods that was robbed by the Broadsword Gang in the south warehouse of the city?"
Chai Wenyuan's face darkened. "I found out, that old dog Zhou Xiongtu invited a few people from Fucheng and are now living in an inconspicuous inn in the east of the city. One of them is Late Dark Force, and the others are Middle An Jin."
"The Dadao Gang has been having a lot of fun lately."
Ding Wanshan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "First deal with that Jiang Fa, and then go back to deal with Zhou Xiongtu. You tell the brothers in the gang to restrain themselves these days, don't cause trouble, and concentrate on keeping an eye on the movements of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall and the Broadsword Gang."
Chai Wenyuan understood the idea and responded in a low voice, "I understand."
He just wanted to leave, but was stopped by Ding Wanshan.
"One more thing, how is the progress over there at Yellow Earth Town?"
Chai Wenyuan answered truthfully, "Our people have been sent out and we can start tomorrow. Jiang Fa's family are ordinary people, so this matter is absolutely foolproof."
"That's good." Ding Wanshan waved his hand. "Go ahead."
After Chai Wenyuan exited, Ding Wanshan was the only one left in the wing.
He stood in front of the window and was silent for a long time.
"Seventeen years..."
He suddenly murmured in a low voice.
Seventeen years ago, when he was thirty years old, he had just reached the peak of An Jin, and it was a time when he was in high spirits.
At that time, the Blood Wolf Gang was just an inconspicuous small force in the Qingshan County underground world. He and his group of brothers worked hard in Qingshan County for more than ten years before reaching its current scale.
Seventeen years have passed, and the Blood Wolf Gang has become a notorious killer gang in Qingshan County, and Ding Wanshan has also become one of the top figures in An Jin.
But in the past seventeen years, he has never taken a step forward.
Transforming Force,
The threshold was right in front of him, visible but intangible.
He tried countless methods, spent countless money, and begged countless people.
Even one year, he relied on seven or eight connections to go to Qingyang Prefecture to meet an old senior in the Xiantian realm.
He knelt in front of that person's door for three days and three nights, kneeling like a dog for three days and three nights, but in the end he didn't even step through the door.
From then on he knew,
His martial arts journey may have really come to an end.
That's why he placed all his hopes on Lang Jiu.
He picked up the child from a mass grave. He was only eleven years old at the time. He was skinny and skinny. He was huddled in a pile of weeds and was about to starve to death, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Ding Wanshan could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.
Later, I felt his bones and found that they were indeed the best bones.
He spent three years and relied on countless connections to send Lang Jiu to Bibo Lake.
For the past three years, he has sent silver, elixirs, weapons, and secret manuals to Bibo Lake every year, pouring in nearly tens of thousands of taels of silver.
He originally thought that it was only a matter of time before Wolf Nine broke through Transforming Force.
As long as Lang Jiu steps into Transforming Force, the Blood Wolf Gang will have a real sharp knife. With this knife, he will no longer need to look at other people's faces within Qingshan County. He can also use Lang Jiu's relationship to go to Bibo Lake to seek a chance at Transforming Force.
But now, everything is in vain.
"Heh."
Ding Wanshan suddenly let out a low laugh.
He picked up the bowl of wine on the table, raised his head and drank it all.
"I accept my fate, but I will not admit defeat."
He slammed the wine bowl on the table, with a cold glare in his eyes. "Jiang Fa, if you kill my people, you have to pay for it with your life. If Mr. Qiu Shui can't kill you, I will invite someone higher. Qingshan County can't kill you, I will hire someone from Qingyang Prefecture. Now, your family will be regarded as the interest I collected in advance..."