As soon as Chang Yuan finished speaking, the injured man under Yan Chengfeng immediately continued: "When we were fighting those people, guards had already arrived, but they did not stop them in time, but waited until almost the same time.
Tell them to stop." Hearing this, Yan Chengfeng said in a deep voice: "It seems that Lingcheng has no restrictions on this aspect."
"Don't be so arbitrary first," Leng Xuan said, "Let's make it clearer. We have just arrived in Lingcheng and have finally settled in. We must be careful in everything and don't violate Lingcheng's rules because of impulse. Chang Yuan
, Hasn’t your friend named Liu Yue lived in Lingcheng for a long time? Go ask him and see what’s going on.”
Chang Yuan looked at Yan Chengfeng and saw that he didn't speak, so he nodded and said: "Yes, Lord Leng, I'll go right away."
"Okay, don't stand here anymore. Go down and have a rest." Yan Chengfeng said to the injured men. After everyone exited the lobby, Yan Chengfeng turned to look at Leng Xuan and said, "You
Isn’t it a little too cautious?”
"As far as our current situation is concerned, it is better to be cautious. I can't believe that the situation in this mausoleum city is so complicated. In addition to the mysterious city lord, there are so many forces." Leng Xuan sighed helplessly, "
It seems that we won’t want to see the Ghost King for a while.”
While he was talking, one of Yan Chengfeng's men came quickly from outside and reported: "City Lord, someone broke in, they..."
"Get out of here!" Before he could finish his words, several men rushed in and pushed Yan Chengfeng's men aside.
Leng Xuan looked at the people who came. There were five people in total. Four of them were all wearing uniform attire. The other man was slightly different. Judging from his temperament and clothing, he should be the leader of these people. The man was taller than
He has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a very thin body, a sickly white skin, shawl hair, and a hint of gloom in his eyes. "Are you the Leng Xuan who has overcome life and death?" The man looked at Yan, who was sitting in the main seat in the lobby.
Chengfeng said, with a condescending tone, as if he was scolding his servants. "You want to find Leng Xuan? I am." Leng Xuan replied.
"Who are you?" The man looked at him carefully and sneered: "I thought you were some kind of extraordinary person, but you turned out to be so ordinary."
Hearing this, Leng Xuan seemed very indifferent. He smiled and asked: "In your opinion, what does it take to be called extraordinary?"
"Stop talking nonsense." The man snorted and shouted, "I'm here to tell you that starting from today, you must hand over at least one ton of red soil or thirty soul-locking bottles every month."
"Why?" Yan Chengfeng said with a cold face, suppressing the anger in his eyes.
"Why?" the man sneered, "Just because this DC area belongs to Mr. Luo, you want to live here, no problem, but you must abide by our rules. If anyone dares to disobey... Humph, then stop.
I blame our brothers for being rude."
Hearing his arrogant words, Leng Xuan murmured to himself: "He really collects protection money."
"I guess the Master Luo you are talking about is Luo Shuai." Yan Chengfeng said coldly, "Go back and tell him that I, Yan Chengfeng, will live here from now on. If he dares to touch a hair of my men again,
I will definitely let him die badly."
"Hey, what a loud tone. I think you don't know how to write the word "death"."