After killing the people, Wang Quan poured wine and drank slowly.
Unfortunately, low-alcohol rice wine is still not strong enough.
Coke is still refreshing, but it is better if it is chilled.
After drinking a cup slowly, Wang Quan raised his eyebrows slightly.
The originally noisy restaurant was actually audible.
He raised his eyes and glanced around, only to see other guests dodge their eyes one after another.
Seeing Wang Quan looking at him, they looked left and right to avoid him.
What's more, some people decisively stood up to pay and left without even finishing their meal.
But these had nothing to do with Wang Quan, until he knew that the waiter at the store had come over.
"Sir...Sir, how long do you have until you finish eating?"
Seeing the way the waiter was cautiously drawing his sword and looking at him for fear that he might disagree, Wang Quan also said something nice, "Is there someone queuing up? Then I'll leave after I finish my meal."
Seeing that the waiter hesitated to speak, Wang Quan suddenly realized, took out half a tael of gold and put it on the table, "Just think of it as compensation for your losses."
After all, Wang Quan is a good young man who grew up in the new era. He will definitely not be able to do things like show off his power to the common people.
Seeing that Wang Quan was so easy to talk to, the waiter became more courageous.
He smiled bitterly and whispered: "Uncle, can you... leave early?"
Wang Quan was stunned for a moment, then became happy, "What's going on? Is the Star Reaching Pavilion very powerful?"
He quickly realized why.
The waiter nodded vaguely, "Uncle, you can't stay here anymore."
Seeing his frightened expression, his eyes full of helplessness and apology, Wang Quan understood again.
It seems that the Star Reaching Pavilion is indeed very powerful, and the waiter's intention must be the boss's intention.
The first is that I am afraid that I will fall into trouble here.
Secondly, he was afraid that Zhaixing Pavilion would cause trouble for Youpeng Inn.
Wang Quan put down his chopsticks, walked to the headless corpse and touched his chest.
Then he took out a cloth bag.
From the outside it looks like a book.
"Then I won't be polite about this sacred object from Zhaixing Pavilion."
He deliberately said this loudly so that everyone in the inn could hear it, and then he smiled casually and said, "With that, I'll take my leave."
After that, he took back the half tael of gold on the table and turned to leave.
"Hero! Can you leave your name?"
Wang Quan turned around and saw a man with a black face and a big beard.
Seeing this man's eyes twinkling, Wang Quan asked: "Who are you, your Excellency?"
The man cupped his hands and said, "This is Xu San, a disciple of the Yan Gang!"
"Salt Gang?" Wang Quan smiled coldly, "I am the one who travels to the Three Mountains and the Five Sacred Mountains, hates the sky and the earth, specializes in dealing with all kinds of dissatisfaction in the world, is the nemesis of evil, and is the only righteous hero in the martial arts world. Wang Quan. Quickly. Go back and report the news to the master, I am eagerly waiting for you."
After saying that, Wang Quan waved his hand, turned around and left calmly.
Everyone in Youpeng Inn was left looking at each other.
In the end, Xu San ran away because he couldn't bear the attention of everyone.
Looking at Wang Quan's back heading north, he gritted his teeth, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.
He has recognized it, this is the man from the daytime!
Not long ago, this man's portrait was circulated among the gang.
As the salt gang's spy here, he had already recognized this person.
And that Liu Xingyu...
I didn't expect that this man would dare to kill the young master of Zhaixing Pavilion in public...
He needs to go back and report it immediately!
............
At three o'clock in the morning, Wang Quan was walking on Qingshi Road trying to find a place to stay.
Youpeng Inn can't help it, and he can understand it.
At this point, he was leaving the town and heading to Lin'an City. He didn't know if he would need a road guide into the city.
But as he walked, Wang Quan stopped.
At 3:00 p.m., it's probably close to 9 p.m.
But now the streets are deserted.
It was unreasonable, because not long ago Wang Quan saw a lot of people wandering around and going out at night on another street.
But there was no one on this street, and the one- and two-story houses on both sides of the street had their doors and windows closed.
Wang Quan sighed and stretched out his hand.
A few raindrops made my palms slightly cool.
It's a pity that I didn't bring an umbrella. I should have brought one earlier.
Wang Quan touched his neck where a few drops of Luoyu had fallen, and said loudly: "Come out."
For a moment, there was no movement.
But there was no barking of dogs either.
Wang Quan shook his head, thinking that he had read too many martial arts novels.
How could it be like in novels, TV shows and movies, where someone would come out as soon as you shouted?
Smiling, he was about to move forward.
Suddenly someone said:
"You actually discovered it! Then there's no need for me to hide it!"
After he finished speaking, a man jumped down from the roof on the left.
Wang Quan: "..."
Ah? Are there really people who dare to love me?
The man had a long knife in his hand and said coldly: "Hand over the things."
Wang Quan glared with dead eyes and sneered, "I'm afraid you won't be able to stop me on your own. Unless there are many of you."
"Being able to kill the young master of Zhaixing Pavilion with one move is really extraordinary. I knew I couldn't hide it from you." The man smiled coldly and waved, "Brothers! Come out!"
Following his words, more than 20 people jumped down from the roofs on both sides.
They surrounded Wang Quan from front to back and left and right in the middle.
Wang Quan: "..."
Ouch! What a foul mouth I have!
He glanced at the leader of the other party and saw that it was Fan Jiu whom he had met during the day.
"Salt Gang?" Wang Quan smiled, "What do you want from me?"
Fan Jiu cupped his hands and said, "Master Wang, we don't mean to offend you, but that thing is extremely important to the Salt Gang. Please show your respect."
"This is the sacred object of Zhaixing Pavilion. What does it have to do with your Salt Gang?" Wang Quan gently stroked the sword at his waist, "Do you think my sword is disadvantageous?"
"This object is not a sacred object of Zhaixing Pavilion." Fan Jiu said coldly, "Young master, we do not mean to offend you. It is just that the young master killed the young master of Zhaixing Pavilion in the street. Without the help of Yan, I am afraid it will be difficult for him to survive.
Depart Lin'an.
"If the young master is willing to give up his love, we can help him take the water route north to Mobei or west to Zangchuan. At that time, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap. With your skills, you can enjoy it."
"Are you threatening me?" Wang Quan narrowed his eyes.
"I don't dare." Fan Jiu said, "It's just a well-known fact."
"Ha..." Wang Quan smiled freely, "I am a passer-by in Jianghu, but...could it be that this is Jianghu?"
He drew his sword in his hand and smiled brightly, "I heard that the Salt Gang was created by a group of talented people with lofty ideals to stand up for the common people. Now it seems that they are all in vain. You are just a group of people chasing fame and wealth."
Under the moonlight, his eyes glowed scarlet, and the edge of the painted wooden sword shone with a cold light.
The next moment, someone's blood will be splattered on the spot.
Right now!
I heard a long sigh, "Is it you, a yellow-tongued brat, who killed my beloved son?"
Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.
This sound is like the cold iron of Jiuyou, and also like the whispering of relatives in my ears.
Fan Jiu's face changed drastically and he blurted out, "Master Liu Xiangwu of Zhaixing Pavilion?!"
"Yan Gang, this whole thing started with you, so go and accompany my son on the Huangquan Road."
As soon as the sound faded, several points of cold light came into view.
Puff puff--!
After hearing a few muffled sounds, these two dozen heroes' throats turned red and they fell to the ground at the same time.
They have become silent.
At this moment, a Yuandingyue-like voice seemed to suddenly appear at the street entrance.
He turned his back to the more than twenty corpses on the long street and said calmly: "Yu'er, the great revenge will be avenged. You can go in peace."
"Who did I think it was? It turns out that killing the young ones will make them grow old."
There was a sudden sneer from behind.
Liu Xiangwu suddenly turned around and saw two figures standing among the corpses on the street.
Wang Quan is in front and Fan Jiu is behind.
Wang Quan also held a pistol in his hand, "What a coincidence, I also have a hidden weapon."