Chapter four hundred and eighty third open and honest
The screams in the hall gradually stopped.
If you look around, you can easily spot it.
Those who were killed were not only those demons, but also some human monks who were lucky enough to survive, and... some club members who were not so core.
Obviously, Lao Meng wanted to disguise this place as if it was being attacked by external forces.
Since it was an external force attacking, how could his people not suffer any losses?
Niu Lan was holding Wang Zhenzhen and shaking.
They haven't been killed yet because Meng Xinghe's eyes are staring at them.
If Meng Xinghe leaves them alone, Lao Meng will definitely kill them to silence them to avoid future troubles.
If a person is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm.
As one of the underground kings of the Yelun Fairyland, Lao Meng is by no means a soft-hearted person.
"You have caused me a great loss."
"After a while, I will even blow up my club with my own hands. Then I will hand over a large sum of money to communicate with the mayor and those greedy monsters."
"I will even buy a large number of dark slaves and give them to the demons, letting them use them as blood food."
"That number will far exceed the number of people who died here."
Lao Meng kept talking one sentence after another. Of course he didn't say this because he talked a lot.
He wanted to cause psychological pressure to Meng Xinghe.
Even though he has been forced to step into Meng Xinghe's rhythm, it does not mean that he has to admit defeat.
"Just for the two of them?"
"A worthless mixed-race, and an ordinary nun who can only be considered good-looking."
"If lives have value, is their value really enough to exchange for so many lives?" Lao Meng, a righteous man, asked Meng Xinghe.
The pale faces of Wang Zhenzhen and Niu Lan looked a little more miserable.
The instinct of life is to live.
And if the price of living is the loss of a large number of lives... then those who survive will not be able to escape guilt unless they have a hard-hearted heart.
Meng Xinghe was not frightened by Lao Meng.
He sneered and said: "No matter how many people die, what does it have to do with me... or them? It's not us who kill, it's not us who send them to death, it's not us who controls their fate."
"As long as guys like you exist, they will die sooner or later. The exploitation and killing that should exist will never stop for a moment."
He waved his hand and looked at Niu Lan and Niu Lan, who still had panic on their faces.
Meng Xinghe had no intention of comforting them.
He stared at Lao Meng, and then said: "You can't kill me, and you can't kill Niu Lan and Wang Zhenzhen... I said so! So no matter how good you are at acting, it's all in vain."
"So we might as well all be honest. What do you want and what do I need? Let's talk openly."
Equal dialogue requires equal capital.
People who have nothing clamor for pale fairness, but in the end they get only a perfunctory answer.
Those who seem to have nothing, but finally get justice, their temporary victory is only because behind them, there is a group of people who have the same nothing as them, providing support and shouting for them.
However, such a group of people are both easily led and very forgetful.
They are not real power after all.
Now Meng Xinghe has shown not only his muscles but also his wisdom. Even if he ruined such a huge benefit for Lao Meng, Lao Meng still did not fall out.
This in itself illustrates Meng Xinghe’s potential ‘value’.
This value is the basis of equality and dialogue.
Lao Meng has already been tested by Meng Xinghe to some of his bottom lines.
"Let's talk somewhere else!" Lao Meng said.
A group of vicious subordinates temporarily controlled Niu Lan and Wang Zhenzhen.
It has not left the ground.
Through a special magic circle, everyone was teleported to another place.
While passing through the magic circle, Meng Xinghe could sense strong energy fluctuations, even reaching the point of shaking the balance of space.
Lao Meng did it on purpose!
That club full of people, that extravagant desire, that club that was used as a hunting ground by demons, may have been completely reduced to ruins at this moment.
The surrounding glass windows rise, filled with neon-colored light spots, flowing like spring water from a distance.
This seems to be the top floor of a tall building.
From time to time there were screams and cheers, and various magic weapons were flying in the clouds.
The spell on the glass bloomed with golden light spots like rain and mist.
Soon, everyone disappeared from sight.
In the space as vast as a prairie, only Lao Meng and Meng Xinghe were left.
"Now that we've reached this point, I won't hide it from you."
"Yelun Fairyland now has two different voices."
"Maintain the status quo...and take the initiative!"
Meng Xinghe didn't show any surprise at all, Lao Meng was still perfunctory when he said this.
These two 'attitudes' were already expected by Meng Xinghe when he knew about the existence of the Ye Lun Immortal Realm.
This is also a group that occupies prosperity but faces change. There are two common choices.
Of course, there is nothing new under the sun.
Any of those things that cannot be said in words, if you talk about it openly and clearly, it is actually the same thing. Everything can be found in the past history, and similar traces can be found, or even the same thing.
"It seems you are a conservative!" Meng Xinghe said hypocritically.
After all, the attitude shown by Lao Meng and the words he said before were in the style of a conservative.
Lao Meng said: "That's true on the surface, but it's not...Yelun Immortal Realm is very powerful and developed, but...don't you think it's too small?"
"Actually, there have never been any real conservatives in the entire Yelun Fairyland."
"It's just that the true legacy of Emperor Taihao is limited after all, and everyone wants to be the final winner. The so-called conservatives are mostly just hiding their true purpose and waiting for the opportunity."
Lao Meng's words began to show a bit of 'sincerity', and it seemed that it was time to be honest.
Of course Meng Xinghe reciprocated: "If you are too conservative, you will sometimes miss good opportunities. You may be too confident. You can underestimate the Qingxiao world, but can you also underestimate those external forces?"
"Perhaps you haven't noticed it yet! In Qingxiao Realm... there is already a realm within a realm."
Without hesitation, Meng Xinghe sold the main god.
Although when we first encountered the Lord God and the simple Kingdom of God, it was Lin Xi’s true form.
But Meng Xinghe was in the Qingxiao Realm, and he paid special attention to the movements of the main god. Even if Lin Xi's body did not communicate with him, he already knew some things that he should know.
There was a smile on Lao Meng's originally stiff face.
"No! We know!"
"You don't know about the Impeller Fairyland. We know... much more than you think."
"We are not a closed existence. We have a more sensitive perception of everything in the outside world. For those monks at the bottom, we need to make them blindly arrogant and arrogant in order to facilitate our rule and enhance their vanity.
The heart is used by us. But the real high-level people never lack communication with the outside world."