"Stop, this is a private manor, no idlers!" One of the four men in Taoist robes at the door looked at Cheng Yu and said.
"Is Mr. Qian here?" Cheng Yu asked in a deep voice as he walked away.
"Huh?" The man was slightly startled: "Who are you, and why are you always looking for money?"
"I'm looking for him in a hurry, please get out of my way!" Cheng Yu responded.
"Sorry, if you don't report your origin, we can't let you..." the man continued.
"You'd better not challenge my patience!" Cheng Yu interrupted the other party in a cold voice. He was furious now!
"If you want to see Mr. Qian, you must make an appointment in advance, otherwise..." The man frowned slightly.
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind swept out of Cheng Yu's hand, and he immediately saw the man fly out, hit the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and immediately stopped moving.
"Huh? You are really looking for death!" Another man shouted after seeing this.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and rushed towards Cheng Yu, not caring whether he was his opponent or not.
"He Hui, come back, you are no match for him!" Another person shouted loudly.
Bang!
However, before he could finish his words, Cheng Yu once again sent out a gust of wind, just like that of the man before. He flew dozens of meters away and fell to the ground, losing his breath.
Cheng Yu was now full of anger and had no place to vent, and these people were in the crosshairs of his gun.
"You...who are you?" The other two men looked at Cheng Yu with horror on their faces.
"This is Mr. Qian's manor, how dare you come here..." the tall man among them said in a trembling voice.
"Let Mr. Cheng come in!" At this moment, an old man's voice came from the courtyard.
"As you command!"
Hearing this sound, the two men secretly exhaled a deep breath.
"My lord, please come in!" The tall man then made a respectful gesture.
"Humph!" Cheng Yu snorted coldly and walked in.
Two minutes later, he came to a lawn in the manor, looked at an old man with white hair standing not far away and shouted: "Mr. Qian!"
"Master Cheng, the people below don't understand the rules, don't take it to heart!" The old man named Qian Hong smiled lightly.
While talking, he walked towards Cheng Yu and said as he walked: "Master Cheng came to my place today. I don't know why?"
"Mr. Qian, I got into a little trouble!" Cheng Yu said.
"Oh? Where Master Cheng is today, are there still unsolvable problems?" Qian Hong smiled again and pointed to the villa on the side: "Master Cheng, sit down and chat in the room!"
"good!"
Cheng Yu nodded and turned around and walked towards the villa.
Bang!
However, just after he had walked about twenty or thirty meters, he was lifted up into the air by a strong wind and fell heavily to the ground a hundred meters away. He flipped over several times before collapsing.
The opponent obviously wanted to take his life. In one move, at least half of Cheng Yu's bones were broken, leaving him hanging with only his breath left.
"Why...why?"
Cheng Yu collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud. He looked at Qian Hong with difficulty and asked, blood pouring out of his mouth.
"If you want to blame, blame King Xi! It was him who wanted to kill you!" Qian Hong strolled towards Cheng Yu.
"Your story has spread throughout the capital, and tens of thousands of people have witnessed your intention to kill the King of the West."
"Now, not only the Shadow Sect, but also people from the Zhongtian Division and the Metropolitan Health Department are searching for your traces. You can't escape at all."
