The Black Tiger Stockade was located on a steep slope of Mang Mountain.
It could be said to be easy to defend but difficult to attack!
In the Juyi Hall of the stockade, a few figures sat opposite each other.
The person sitting at the head of the Juyi Hall was a man with a full beard and a layer of green skin on his head, but he did not have much hair.
If one looked again, there were some scars on the man's head.
"This Wang Clan is a big fish! If this deal is successful, we brothers won't have to worry about drinking and women in the future!”
One of the attackers smiled and said.
Those who were able to appear in the Juyi Hall were all the leaders of the mountain bandits of various sizes in Mang Mountain. Most of them were divided according to their strength. The rest who were unwilling to join the Black Tiger Stockade had all been killed by the calm bald man!
Apart from the First Leader who was a first-rate expert, the remaining two leaders were both peak second-rate experts. The rest were all ordinary second-rate experts.
It had to be said that it was not easy for some bandits to reach this level of strength!
After all, Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Monastery was only at the peak of the first-rate.
Hearing the excited words of the leaders and hall masters, the person on the right side of the bald man frowned slightly and said,
"Chief, the Wang Clan is a big clan in Luoyang City after all. Moreover, the old master had previously dealt with the people from Mang Mountain. Now, he suddenly went back on his word…"
The bald man in the seat of honor glared at him.
"Xiao Du, you're thinking too much! So what if a small aristocratic family in Luoyang went back on their word?! Moreover, you were the ones who made the decision at Mang Mountain! It wasn't me!"
After saying that, the corners of this fellow's mouth curled up, and his entire body revealed strands of extremely fierce aura.
The person called Xiao Du was a young man in his thirties. He was quiet and silent, but his eyes flashed with ruthlessness from time to time. The target of this ruthlessness was none other than the Chief.
Obviously, even if he was forcefully subdued, he still did not respect this boorish man.
"Now, didn't that brat from the Wang family obediently come to my Mang Mountain to discuss conditions and do business?! Hmph? What kind of sh * t Hidden Dragon Rankings prodigy was nothing to Sir System!”
"Boss Zhao is right! How can these family disciples compare to us?”
"They're just a bunch of brats who have never seen blood. Hahaha! Seeing our lineup, aren't you scared to death?”
"Now that the Wang Clan's business in Luoyang City has gradually started, and they even have salt channels, these salt sellers definitely don't lack money. If they want to earn this money, they naturally have to show respect to our Boss Zhao!”
Zhao Deshun smiled faintly and revealed a sinister smile as well. He took a sip of the strong liquor on the table beside him.
Needless to say, the taste of wine and meat was really satisfying!
Before Zhao Deshun could put down the wine jug, footsteps could be heard from the door.
"Chief, the head of the Wang family, Wang Xiao, is here!”
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes lit up as they looked at the figure that entered the door.
His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and he had a long saber at his waist. He was less than 20 years old. Even these ferocious bandits would praise him when they saw this figure. What a graceful young master.
However, it was obvious that these people disliked handsome people the most.
As expected, Zhao Deshun, who was sitting at the head of the table, looked at Wang Xiao. The corners of his mouth curled up as he revealed a cold smile.
"What, your Wang Clan won't give in? Or did he feel that two or three thousand taels of silver per trip was still too low and wanted to come back to show some respect to his grandfathers?？”
Wang Xiao didn't speak. He just turned his head slightly and looked calmly at the Great Master. His gaze was calm and indifferent.
It was as if he was really a young man from an aristocratic family who had not seen much of the world and had a gentle temperament.
However, Zhao Deshun felt that something was amiss. Under normal circumstances, if it was really these aristocratic family disciples who had not seen the world, they would already be trembling in fear when facing these fiendish people!
Could it be that he was scared silly?
Zhao Deshun was suspicious. Just as he was thinking, Wang Xiao, who had been looking at him, suddenly said,
"You are the current leader of the Black Tiger Bastion? He was also the current leader of the bandits of Mang Mountain?”
Zhao Deshun was taken aback and nodded subconsciously."That's right, it's me…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Xiao nodded his head. Then, he actually smiled, and his white teeth actually had a cold feeling.
"That's good. Thank you, hero!”
"What do you mean…"
Before Zhao Deshun could fully express his surprise, Wang Xiao in front of him had already moved!
No one could describe how fast his speed was. It was as if the person standing in the Juyi Hall was still a shadow. In the next moment, his figure had already appeared in front of Zhao Deshun!
No one saw what Wang Xiao had done. In the end, what entered their eyes was a white-robed figure slowly sheathing the golden saber.
Zhao Deshun wanted to stand up subconsciously, but before he could react, his vision was filled with a blood-red color!
It was as if a blood-red curtain had covered his eyes.
Then, a familiar headless corpse spewing fresh blood fell directly in front of the white-robed figure in front of him!
The handsome face of the kid who he had thought was just a useless scion of an aristocratic family was stained with a series of spurts of blood.
There was no longer the smile in his eyes. There was only indifference and coldness.
The vision in front of him followed the head as it continued to fly. The world was spinning in his sight!
At this moment, Zhao Deshun seemed to have realized something.
However, even if his eyes suddenly widened, he could no longer change the outcome!
Plop!
The corpse that was spewing out dark red blood fell in front of Wang Xiao, staining his spotless white clothes red.
The head with the tiger eyes was calmly placed on the tiger skin chair.
It was as if he was still staring at everyone present!
The entire Black Tiger Stockade Juyi Hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop!
Wang Xiao did not seem to mind at all. He slowly walked to the tiger skin chair and lifted the ugly head that was still bleeding.
However, at this moment, Wang Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly. Then, as if nothing had happened, he threw the head onto the corpse that was dripping with blood.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at the big chair that was also covered in blood with some disgust.
He lifted the tiger skin off the tiger skin chair.
Everyone in the Juyi Hall was looking at this figure. They watched as this figure gently used the tiger skin to wipe away the remaining corners of the chair that were bleeding as if no one was around.
Soon after, the tiger skin was thrown out and accurately landed on Zhao Deshun's corpse.
Wang Xiao then turned around and sat on the seat of honor in the Juyi Hall. Lin Pingzhi also stood behind him.
Wang Xiao did not speak. He sat on the throne and casually pulled out a similarly white handkerchief from his snow-white robe to gently wipe away the blood that splattered on his face.
The snow-white handkerchief that was stained with blood fell onto Zhao Deshun's corpse.
After doing all this, Wang Xiao leaned back on the big chair and crossed his legs. He said calmly,
"Alright, now let's talk about the portion that my Wang Clan needs to hand over!”
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