"Oh?"
Seeing the bald man still talking tough, Mo Chuan even thought he had some trump cards left.
But after thinking about it, he must be relying on the person behind him, the one who called Mo Chuan.
So Mo Chuan kicked the bald man to the ground, then dangled him as if to hang him, and said word by word, "Did you capture three people a while ago?"
"Let him go!" "Fourth Brother!"
"Shut up!" The bald man shouted at the two thugs, then sneered at Mo Chuan, "So you're Mo Chuan. I never thought I, Zhao Huaqiang, would fall into your hands. You're here for them, aren't you? Let me go, and I'll take you there. You'll at least see Wang Hu alive."
Mo Chuan said nothing, but swung the bald man and smashed him to the ground. Seeing that the other party hadn't fainted, he did it again.
The two thugs personally witnessed Zhao Si being smashed to the ground by Mo Chuan again and again, until the latter coughed up bloody foam and his body convulsed severely.
"Take me to find them. Otherwise, this will be your fate."
A thug struggled to sit up from the ground, managed to stand steadily, and then pulled the other one. He found that his elder brother next to him had peed himself.
"Da Niu! Get up!" The thug hurriedly pulled him up, then bowed to Mo Chuan, "Okay, okay, you follow us!"
...
Dashuai Bath City
"Buddha Lord, what do you think of this batch of goods?"
A tall, thin man with dyed yellow hair said obsequiously to a fat man who looked like Maitreya Buddha.
Buddha Lord took a leisurely sip of his cigar, then examined it carefully and said slowly, "Where did this cigar come from? It doesn't feel like it's from South America."
"Hehe, Buddha Lord, you are indeed amazing. This cigar is African-made. I stumbled upon it by chance. It's a seven-year-old stock, and the flavor is pure."
"Tsk tsk tsk... It's still these local emperors who know how to play. The last one, the one called Fienagath, he got some goods infused with demon beast blood. This time he got something aged. How much money would it cost for seven years?"
"As you say... Come, taste it slowly. Just call me if you need anything..." As he said this, the tall, thin man slowly retreated towards the door.
"Big Brother!"
With a "bang," the door was pushed open forcefully, smashing into the backside of the tall, thin man. He let out a scream and fell headfirst towards Buddha Lord, who was smoking a cigar.
Slap!
The cigar in Buddha Lord's hand instantly disappeared. He looked down and saw that the cigar was being smoked backwards by the tall, thin man. Buddha Lord's face darkened, and he said to the tall man entering, "Third Brother, why are you so reckless! Can't you knock before entering!"
"Big Brother..." The tall man first helped up the tall, thin man, who had burned a big blister on his tongue, and then said to Buddha Lord, "Fourth Brother is hanging at the door, and there are two little kids who have messages from the culprit!"
Buddha Lord's face grew even uglier. He slammed the solid wood coffee table, splitting it instantly. Then he pushed aside the tall, thin man and the tall man and walked towards the door with his head down.
A moment later, Buddha Lord saw Zhao Huaqiang, who was unconscious on the streetlight, and two thugs trying to get Zhao Huaqiang down.
Seeing Buddha Lord wave, a thug immediately ran over. Buddha Lord, his voice like a furnace, asked, "What happened?"
"Buddha Lord, it's that Mo Chuan! He hung Fourth Brother here! He also said menacingly that at nine o'clock tonight, he would come here to take away the three Wang brothers!"
"Good! Very good!" Buddha Lord, with a gloomy face, turned around and ordered someone to get Zhao Huaqiang down.
...
At a breakfast stall near the hotel.
Abe Haruko was clamoring to eat, so she was released. She ate with a sugar triangle in her left hand and a Jianbing Guazi in her right, enjoying herself immensely.
After a while, she swallowed the food and asked Mo Chuan, who was distracted, "Isn't this too arrogant? It's not like your dog... no, your cautious style?"
"It's not arrogant. The other party is clearly a local bully. Even if you beat them up, the police might not bother."
Mo Chuan popped a xiaolongbao into his mouth, thinking about how to deal with these local ruffians.
First, to deal with evil people, one must be ruthless. Kindness and mercy cannot save anyone here.
Secondly, Mo Chuan is an outsider and needs help from locals, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with these local ruffians.
Finally, he could take the people away, but it would inevitably cause trouble, so he had to find a way to clean up the mess.
After much deliberation, Mo Chuan dialed Zhao Qingfeng's number.
...
At noon, in an old temple in Changbai City.
King Taishan slowly pushed open the dilapidated temple door, shook off the leaves on his body, and seeing no one around, tapped the door a few times with a rotten wooden staff.
"Old Long, come out, I have something to tell you."
"Yo~ Isn't this Lord King Taishan? What wind brought you here?"
A small yellow weasel jumped down from the incense table, bowed to King Taishan with its small claws, and said, "Lord King Wuguan is receiving blood offerings today and will be back in a while."
"Damn it, every time I look for him, he's busy. He's always digging out eyes, cutting off ears, and chopping off tongues, making this broken temple so hard to find. Go, get me a bowl of water. I haven't had any water since I came."
King Taishan did not stand on ceremony and sat cross-legged on the futon in the center of the main hall. The small yellow weasel heard this and quickly brought a broken porcelain bowl from behind the hall and presented it to King Taishan.
If Mo Chuan saw this scene, he would be greatly surprised – the furnishings, objects, and even the pitch-black statue in the center of the main hall were exactly the same as those in the haunted house!
King Taishan was drinking water when suddenly a gust of yin wind blew through, extinguishing all the incense candles and eternal lamps in the hall. At the same time, the Buddhist statues on both sides all turned around.
Blood flowed from the corners of the mouth of the statue in the middle, and it asked in a seemingly unfinished voice, "Old Toad? Why are you here?"
King Taishan chuckled, took out a scroll from his懷, and casually threw it. The scroll opened and emitted a burst of smoke. (Naruto Doge)
As the smoke dissipated, three male corpses were laid on the ground. They were Xu Dan, Gao Jianjun, and Han Qiang.
"One fifth-tier and one sixth-tier. Help me refine them into puppets. After the deed is done, I'll give you thirty blood offerings."
The statue chuckled and did not respond, clearly not satisfied with King Taishan's offer.
Seeing this, King Taishan's face darkened, and he cursed the other party for being greedy. He continued, "Name your price."
"Seventy."
"Why don't you let me massacre a village? Although the management of the dead is relaxed now, it's not like you can kill people as you please!"
"...Fifty, alright?"
King Taishan nodded, leaned on his staff, stood up from the ground, turned around, and left the broken temple, leaving the corpses inside.