In the depths of the night, the black Mercedes-Benz S400 has already driven into Gulou Street in Nancheng, and the three people in the car have solemn expressions, Chen Can who is driving, Erlong who is wiping a dagger on the co-pilot, and Li Panruo who keeps swallowing clouds and spitting fog in the back seat.

"After this vote, Li Banruo, it's time for me to quit such a world. Chen Can said suddenly, maybe because he had reached his destination, and if he didn't say some words, he wouldn't be able to open his mouth for the rest of his life.

"Roll the calf, get to the drum tower and put me down, and then get rolled, who's here to play me what emotional card. Li Banruo said politely at all, this is an outlier who doesn't want to show his feelings, and he can't stand other people's feelings for him.

From the beginning to the present, nothing has changed.

Chen Can laughed, but shook his head and said: "This is a full stop, I want to do a big vote in the end, so that this Jianghu can remember his own affairs." ”

"It's a dead end. Li Panruo said.

"You're still here. ”

"But I'm not going to die. Li Banruo popped out the cigarette butt, looked at the drum tower that was getting closer and closer, and slowly clenched his fists.

He was greeted by a battle that would change his entire life.

Xicheng is also surging, and nearly a dozen black commercial vehicles have been parked in the underground parking lot of the Dijiu Building.

Finally, a Mercedes-Benz Maybach stopped, and it was Liu Xianxiang who got out of the car, followed by Lao Xia, the dog-legged driver.

The black business came down to the white number of the man in the suit, and Liu Xian, who was in the white suit, seemed to be like a poisonous flower with thorns in bloom.

The mobile phone rang, he knew whose phone it was, this was not the first time he had called him tonight, but Liu Xianxiang did not answer it, but led the team out of the parking lot.

In the air directly opposite the building, there was another row of cars parked horizontally, a group of people of all kinds and black pressure.

Huang Danqing stood at the front, then the other consuls who were still alive on the dark web, and at the left end of the crowd were the Zhou family horses brought by Zhou Kangcheng.

At the right end is the Bai family, standing at the front is naturally the current head of the Bai family, Bai Yiman, and behind her are the consuls of the Emperor Nine Mansion who have already defected to her side.

Liu Xianxiang smiled coldly, it seems that those who should come tonight and those who shouldn't come are here, and everyone's purpose is the same, that is, to carve up the big cake of the Emperor's Nine Mansions.

In the Dijiu Building, the automatic glass door is open, and the front desk is empty, as if it is an empty city.

Everyone gathered, the black pressure was all heads, and no one knew how many people would survive tonight, but being able to survive in this big melee undoubtedly means that they have the power to divide this big cake.

On the top floor of the Dijiu Building, Wei Qinghe leaned on the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the large group of people downstairs, this is an absolutely insurmountable gap.

There are only a few people behind her, Hejing, Liu Ameng, Chuangzi, the fat Tang Jin, Yingzi, and Douzi.

That's all, maybe Li Banruo went to a dead end, and what they faced was not a dead end.

Maybe this is the wall falling down and everyone pushing it.

"Now even if Ma Wenrou comes back, he can't change a single bit, this time, we lost, almost all the consuls of the Emperor Nine Mansion defected, and the rest were just wait-and-see, because no one was willing to go against the existence of Li Zhen, who could easily destroy him. He Jing said, her expression surprisingly calm.

"Go through the back door, there's going to be a break tonight. Wei Qinghe said, she knew that the target of everyone downstairs was her, the Emperor Nine Mansion behind her.

"Now that you're leaving, how do you want me to go down and face the Ninth Master?" Chuang Zi said.

Wei Qinghe smiled bitterly, she just felt ironic, it was not herself who could let these people stay, nor the Emperor Nine Mansion, but her father, who had been dead for two years.

As the consul headed by Li Qiuhe arrived, the team downstairs began to move, and there were four people standing in front of everyone.

Liu Xianxiang, who represents the Liu family.

represents the Zhou family's Zhou Kangcheng faction.

represents the Bai family's Bai Yiman faction.

Then there is Huang Danqing, who represents the dark web.

"How many people are there upstairs?" asked Huang Danqing to Bai Yiman.

Before Bai Yiman could speak, Liu Xianxiang said in a strange manner: "Now in the Emperor Nine Mansion, except for a few loyal ministers, all the remaining shareholders are here, how many people do you say?"

Huang Danqing smiled coldly, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed the number.

Downstairs, Wei Qinghe answered the phone.

"Now I don't think there is any need to continue playing this game of chess, and if it continues to last, it will not be a good thing for the Emperor Nine Mansion or the dark web, you and I will be unlucky. Huang Danqing said, his face expressionless, but it gave people a particularly hideous feeling.

Wei Qinghe was just silent on the phone, she instead began to look at this small Xicheng, how many grievances and stories happened here, so many that the number of people was unknown, and who got what they wanted from it? Or what was left behind after these scars?

"I've fantasized about a thousand endings, but there is no ending you say, let your army step in and give this story an ending. Wei Qinghe said, hung up the phone, and no longer gave Huang Danqing any chance to speak.

Huang Danqing downstairs put away her mobile phone, she shook her head silently, and took the lead to walk, the building that had just stood in Xicheng for not too long, this night, the Dijiu Mansion would be flattened.

At the dark front desk, two red dots lit up, and the two black shadows slowly walked out of the darkness and stood on the steps of the Emperor Nine Mansion, looking at the black crowd fearlessly.

Chen Dongliang and Liu Kun, two fresh blood who have fought with Li Banruo in the past two years, may have inherited Li Banruo's stupid energy, and in this situation of public criticism, they still chose the side with no chance of winning without hesitation.

At the foot of the steps, Huang Danqing and the others stopped, and all of them looked at these two young people who might not have much experience.

Maybe there will not be such a moment of being watched by all eyes in this life, Liu Kun smiled, pulled his collar, and the things tied to his body were vividly visible, as if he was born out of nowhere.

In this Jianghu, there is no shortage of madmen, and there is no shortage of madmen who are completely dead.

This is what Liu Kun is best at.

Chen Dongliang pulled out a sharp ***, the tip of the knife touched the ground, his expression was hideous, and the scars on his face seemed to be trying to describe how much bloody battle this young man had experienced.

"Deadpool under Li Panruo's hand is really loyal enough. Liu Xianxiang sneered, not at all worried about the situation.

"Before he died, he made a big fuss, and after all, he was just a gangster. Zhou Kangcheng's face was also full of disdain.

It's a battle without suspense, started by the biggest and taken on by the smallest.