The best-in-class members of the Guards Group, with a purple brocade robe, with a sword hanging on their waists, swaggering into the "Quanjie" under the control of the "Huolintang", the strongest and largest gang in Shengjing City, which is known as one-stop service. Since the power structure of Shengjing changed in wars more than ten years ago, the cigarette sales of several gangs supported by Shenning Emperor collapsed, and several emerging gangs have flourished. As for "Quanjie", it is also the only place in Shengjing that can be compared with "Wanhua Street". The only reason is that it can provide various perverted gameplay, satisfying the dark psychology of some noble and wealthy businessmen. The whole "Quanjie" is a prosperous scene. It is absolutely not an exaggeration to say that it is a daily gain of gold, but it underestimates their ability to make money.

The young men of the Guards Group dispersed in groups of three or three, and entered restaurants, brothels, gambling halls and other places controlled by the "Huolintang". They were extremely frivolous in their hands and were playing with small incisions of gold and silver and other things.

The hundreds of worshippers in the worship hall brought twelve black-clothed swordsmen behind each of them, and slowly followed the guards into the "Full Street", one ten feet apart, and sat upright on the Grand Master's chair. The black-clothed swordsmen behind them respectfully presented hookahs, tea cups and other items. There were several oldest worshippers, and two or three extra girls in flowery clothes were brought for massage. But looking at the eyes of these girls, they were all cold and shining, without any normal feelings at all, and they were obviously not easy to mess with.

A small team of the Ministry of Justice, the Governor's Office, and the head-in-chiefs of the Shengjing Prefecture, holding standard waist knives and water and fire sticks and other weapons, silently set up a murderous formation around the "Quan Street".

After everything was ready, the ordinary guests on "Quanjie" had already realized something was wrong, so they hurriedly ran out, ran past the seats of the worshipers with great caution and rushed out quickly. Although some people were not dressed, they didn't care about so many things, and they came out like lifeless. As for the constables on the outside, they seemed to have not seen them, and they were let go out like this. If it were the usual, they would have to be detained and they would be charged with hindering weathering.

Yang Tian followed more than a dozen top experts, and brought Zeng Guoxuan, Jiang Chunshui and other kings who caused trouble. They were as successful as villains, and they were arrogant and arrogant to enter the famous "Sales for Gold Nest". The headquarters of "Huolintang" is located in the largest casino in Shengjing. At this moment, all the guests have disappeared, and only the gold and silver ingots they had no time to carry, fell on the ground in pieces. The dealer on the casino, the thugs who were protecting the field, etc. slowly retreated, retreated, and slowly gathered together, looking at the group of people who were extremely arrogant in their eyes.

Yang Tian smashed a thick stack of silver notes on the table and shouted: "Here, ten million taels of silver notes, one hand determines the winner and lose. Who will make me dice?"

The people in the casino looked at each other. An old man with a long white horse face, wearing a black robe and long jade-colored nails on his little finger calmly turned out from the screen entering the inner room in the lobby, walked quietly to the gambling case where Yang Tian and the others were, threw three dice into the shaker, shook it gently a few times, and whispered: "Sir, please."

Long Feng said coldly: "Small."

The old man put his hand on the shaker with his usual expression. His internal strength suddenly broke out. The three six-point dice inside quickly turned into three ones. Then he opened the cup and nodded and said, "My lord has made a bet. Come on, pay 10 million taels of silver notes." Several black-clad thugs walked up quickly, with a thick stack of silver notes on their hands.

Yang Tiandong was too lazy to move and said, "Twenty million taels of silver bills will determine the winner and lose. I bet on one hand."

With a scream from afar, Huangfu Yiyun and others punched and kicked the turtle slave in a brothel, throwing the unlucky guy out, then stabbed him with a sword and roared angrily: "Damn it, are you worth bullying me? Are you so ugly that you can't lift me up."

Several Eight Immortals tables were also thrown off from the third floor of the restaurant more than ten meters away, and then several young men and shopkeepers' chefs came down. A cold-faced worshipper below gave a palm to his head without raising his face. The waiters and others with a little skill had no time to scream. They were shaken by a palm and fell to the ground and died on the spot.

At this moment, the silver notes on Yang Tian had already become 160 million taels, and he bet on them again.

The old man Ma Fang didn't dare to take over. The 150 million taels of silver notes he exported were basically all the foundations of "Huolintang" in the past two years. He sighed and said slowly: "Sir, give us a way out, everyone will be better off."

Yang Tian said indifferently: "Damn it, let's ask your chief master to come out, you are the fifth chief master, you are not qualified to say this. Damn... Your chief master's "Fire Qilin", the second chief master's "Water Monster", the third chief master's "Cold Demon Claw", and the fourth chief master's "Wind God's Legs"? What's your 'horse face impermanent'? Get out..."

Zeng Guoxuan rushed up and slapped heavily on the face of the "horse face impermanent", then quickly retreated, showing off his might, and said with a fox and a tiger: "I heard our boss... no, our commander said nothing, I asked you boss to come out quickly, otherwise I will light the fire and burn the streets."

The muscles on the face of "Ma Face Wuchang" twitched a few times quickly, and their hands suddenly turned white. Yang Tian and Zeng Guoxuan quickly took a few steps back. Several top masters from the palace behind him snorted coldly, stood up, and their powerful momentum merged into a stream, and rushed out violently. "Ma Face Wuchang" changed his face, his body swayed twice, and he snorted and took a few steps back. Zeng Guoxuan said proudly: "Damn, just because you want to move us too? Don't look at who we are following. Fuck your mother, I want to fight with us...hehe..."

The entire lobby suddenly shook slightly, and a voice that was extremely thick and thick said angrily: "This adult, Lao Wu is indeed not qualified..." A middle-aged man with a red face and a big red brocade robe walked out with three people of different clothes. What surprised Yang Tian and others was that the middle-aged man seemed to be covered in flames, and the air around his body was filled with strange heat waves.

Gnu, wearing heavy armor, roared a few times, slowly pressing forward like an armored fortress. The "Fire Kirin" didn't pay any attention to Gnu. In his opinion, a person wearing such heavy armor was only suitable for going into battle to sell brute force, and could not be his opponent at all.

Yang Tian blinked his eyes and a big hat was raised: "I said, Lord Lord, the clothes you wear are taboos. The bright red brocade robe is the color of the court's garments of the second-rank officials of the court. Could it be that you are a gangster in the world and have the ambition to be an official? A person like you can only make..."

The 'Fire Kirin' roared angrily and interrupted Yang Tian's words: "My lord, I don't know when the big red clothes were stipulated to be taboo? I want to be charged with the next rebellion, but it's not easy."

Yang Tian's eyes were facing the sky and he didn't say anything. Zeng Guoxuan and a few guys had already slipped out with oil. Yang Tian was protected by Gnu and Long Feng, so it was definitely okay, but there were no such close-fitting masters around them. When they started to fight, they would definitely be the ones who were unlucky.

Long Feng touched his arms for a long time and said in a nagging voice: "Well, Master of the Lord of the Lord, the five bosses of your 'Huolin Hall' are all here, that's great, great..." He reached out and took out a yellow satin imperial edict from his arms, and read aloud: "Check out the 'Huolin Hall' private arms, privately formed troops, and planned to rebel. Now, Yang Tian, ​​the commander of the Holy Dragon Guards, led people to wipe out the enemy."

Yang Tian shouted: "Damn it, don't let it go, kill it for me..." He also turned around and chased Zeng Guoxuan and the others and walked out quickly. There were hundreds of terrible masters outside. Even if there were 100 "Fire Kirins", it would probably not be enough to see it. It was naturally the safest place.

Long Feng shot a projectile out of the casino gate. The projectile made a loud noise. Suddenly, the entire "Full Street" sounded everywhere, and the screams kept coming. Long Feng's next move was to quickly collect more than 100 million silver notes on the table, and stood carefully on the spot and divided them into two stacks of 80 million taels each, and put them in his arms with a hehe sound.

Gnu roared like a beast, rushed up with a big stance, clenched his fist with his right hand, and slammed hard at the chest of the 'Fire Kirin'. The 'Fire Kirin' roared: "Brothers, fight, they really take our lives. Run a few if you can. Don't fight, don't be in love with it in the future, and don't stand up." A light cloud hand led Gnu's powerful impact force away slanted away, but Gnu's power was too great, and the remaining momentum also made the 'Fire Kirin' open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Gnu's fun became louder, like an out-of-control locomotive, roaring towards the fleeing dealers behind, the thugs rushed over, and the heavy weight of thousands of pounds hit the two unlucky ghosts. The two guys were too late to scream, and they were already pressed into meat pie by Gnu, blood splattering everywhere, flying ten feet away.

Gnu quickly got up from the ground, shook his head, and roared: "Damn it, if you are a man, just fight me with me."

The 'Huo Qilin', who was still shocked, muttered to his heart: "Damn, I will fight with you monster unless I go crazy. I am also famous for my hard work. When have I ever seen such a guy? Bah, I won't be such a man who dies." A layer of red smoke came out of his body, and he quickly turned around and ran to the back hall with the four masters behind him. They were just the leaders of the gang, and they wouldn't really dare to fight with the army of the court.

Long Feng giggled and grimly. He punched the ground, and a yellow light flashed, and the whole hall was shaking. The sound of the ground collapsed from the back hall. Long Feng said carelessly: "Five masters of the lobby, you don't have to escape, either surrender or rush out slowly through the gate. I know you are all masters who can fight ten thousand. This is not a problem to kill seven in seven, isn't it??"

The dozen masters also laughed loudly. They had already received instructions when they set out that if the "Fire Kirin" and others fled, they did not have to chase them, Long Feng would cut off their authenticity and other escape methods. So, the "Fire Kirin" and the five people had already turned gloomy, and they turned their bodies with murderous aura, ready to fight to the death.

Two or three hundred disciples of the "Huolin Hall" rushed out of the back hall in full costume. A leading disciple screamed: "Master of the main hall, all our seven tunnels have collapsed, and thousands of brothers have been buried in it. What should I do? There are all officers and soldiers outside, and they surrounded the entire "Full Street". Brother Zhao and his brothers were holding them at the back door to resist them, and it seemed that the situation was not good."

That's all he said. Gnu, who was crazy, drew out a giant sword and cut off his head with a fierce sword. The sword wind roared away, and the more than 20 disciples behind were also cut into two pieces.

Gnu looked at the "Fire Kirin", estimated, roared, and rushed into the group of disciples behind with a ball of sword light. This was the first time he failed to hit someone, and he was dizzy. He still found these guys with little skill to kill and had fun.

"Huo Qilin" and five others rushed up, and Long Feng and a dozen masters slowly retreated to the door, retreated, and retreated to the street. As soon as they left, "Huo Qilin" led their four brothers to conflict. However, a dense crossbow arrow forced them back. Several old worshippers walked in. The black-clothed swordsman and the dozen girls they brought were already covered in blood, chasing the disciples and disciples of "Huo Lintang" on the whole street.

As for those in the Guards, the disciples of the "Huolintang" did not threaten them anyway, so they searched in all the buildings. Yang Tian's order was: "If there are special people responsible for the murder, you will be responsible for recycling the assets of the "Huolintang"... Hey, they are all hard-earned money that ordinary people have worked hard to earn, but don't waste it. Half of the searches belong to you and half to hand over, but not much to get..."

Therefore, the young men of the Guards were faithfully carrying out this order that made them extremely satisfied. Some guys were slower and simply took away all the things that could be dug, peeled, pulled, and pulled away.

After only half a cup of tea, the heads of the five bosses of "Huolintang" were put into five sandalwood boxes carved with beautiful patterns. The entire "quan Street" was swept away. None of the disciples of "Huolintang" in "quan Street" escaped and were all mothed on the ground.

The same thing happened in the main hall of several other major gangs in Shengjing. On this day, all the martial arts gang organizations in the entire Tian Dynasty that had no intention of cooperation with the government suffered a catastrophe. The heads of their leaders were all packed into a unified wooden box and sent to Shengjing and to Emperor Tianyou.

Emperor Tianyou was extremely satisfied and laughed loudly in his study to more than a dozen ministers who knew the inside story, saying: "We must first settle the internal affairs when fighting foreign countries... Hehe, if we don't clear out these martial arts organizations first, how can I feel at ease to send troops to expedition overseas?"

Yang Tian, ​​who was lucky enough to participate in the discussion, touched his nose - this bad habit was learned from Long Feng, and it rushed up like a tide of flattery. He praised Emperor Tianyou with a beard and smiled... However, after a meal, Emperor Tianyou, whose face was slightly red, had to interrupt Yang Tian's words. Yang Tian had already praised him as the number one saint, great man, giant, etc. from ancient times to the present.

Emperor Tianyou quickly opened his words and said, "Your family, there is another problem now, we must solve it."

Secretary Long of the Ministry of War asked coldly: "Is it about the matter of regent to the Grand Marshal?"

Emperor Tianyou nodded deeply and said, "Marson Ren has mastered more than 30% of the Navy's troops in the Celestial Dynasty, but just as I am worried... Marshal Ren is from the Green Forest after all, and his heart is... Hehe, although the navy he led was super powerful, can I use him with confidence? Especially..."

Grand Secretary Zeng said viciously: "Especially when the Celestial Army was in full swing... If he had ill-heartedness, as long as the expeditionary army was cut off from the retreat of the expeditionary army at sea, his navy might fight back against the Celestial Army at any time..."

Shangshu Long nodded and said, "Marson Ren has been in conflict with us for a long time on weekdays. Besides, he is a bandit after all, so who can guarantee that he does not have any unfaithful intentions?"

Emperor Tianyou concluded: "So, we must clear him."

Yang Tian stretched out his neck, and Emperor Tianyou grabbed his small movement with a sharp look, and asked him with a smile: "Yang Qing family, do you have any opinions?"

Yang Tian hesitated for a long time before saying, "It is probably not difficult to clean up Marshal Ren, but he has 300,000 navy troops and 500 new armored warships. These troops are his confidant subordinates. What if something goes wrong?"

Emperor Tianyou smiled: "So, we must find the best solution, just let Marshal Ren's subordinates think that he is a natural death... I don't want that kind of bad result."

All the people present nodded deeply. No one raised objections and said: What if the marshal is loyal to the Celestial Empire? On such political issues, it would rather kill a million people by mistake than let one go, then, what is the point of killing a marshal?

Long Feng said in an extremely strange voice: "There is a potion that can make men die of stroke when they are extremely excited... It is said that Marshal Ren also likes to go to brothels, etc., right?"

Emperor Tianyou's eyes lit up and he asked urgently: "Can you find out something wrong?"

Long Feng smiled: "This is a good potion prepared by the villain himself, and there will be no symptoms."
Chapter completed!