Anyone who licks blood and scrapes through the pile of dead people will understand a truth: sometimes the simplest, most violent and most direct means are often the most effective.

Young Master Lan could have used more gentle means to pry out the information from the mouths of the captives, but he didn't have the time and the mood.

It's so uncomfortable to be spied on, targeted, and plotted by someone from the dark. There are only a thousand days to be a thief, there is no thousand days to prevent thieves, the kind of days when there is a sharp sword hanging over the head all the time, the traverser has enough.

Ever since the first time they stepped out of their homes shortly after they crossed through, the Traveler has been the target of assassination by certain forces hiding in the shadows. Due to age and other factors, it is impossible for Lan Wang to let go of his hands and feet to investigate and fight back, so he can only set up the semi-hidden and semi-public stronghold of the Lan Medical Center as a target and bait, hoping that the conspirators can show up and take the bait.

If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Lan had linked the attack on the workshop with his own assassination this time, the traverser didn't know when he would have to wait until he could really break the game!

The reason why Lan Wang chose the cruel and almost cruel method of "serial killing of chickens and monkeys" to quickly obtain a confession is more because it is actually a release of long-term repression and forbearance.

You've plotted against me so many times, it's my turn to fight back, right?!

At this time, the surrounding area of the idle warehouse was already surrounded by the guards who rushed to hear the news and a few craftsmen who watched the excitement, and a large group of people surrounded the warehouse gate.

"Let one let let one let one! Let's give it a go! Prince Wen's loud voice sounded around the crowd, and everyone avoided it to both sides when they heard it, making way for the big boss.

As soon as Wen Shili squeezed to the gate of the warehouse that had been opened, he saw Director Li standing there stunned, and Young Master Lan who was wiping the blood stains on the iron drill in his hand with a broken rag.

On the floor of the warehouse, more than a dozen corpses lay on the ground. The necks of the four closest to the door were all bent in reverse at an odd angle; Less than ten corpses remained, and the law of death was strikingly consistent—all of them were stabbed from top to bottom by sharp weapons while lying on the ground.

"I'm a little ancestor, look at the good things you have done!" Prince Wen exclaimed, "In another hour, the messengers of the Yangguan Provincial Government will take these prisoners away and put them in prison, what is the matter with you directly stabbing all these dozen people?" When the time comes, will our workshop take a dozen corpses and give them over? ”

"The problem of the errand is not to be worried about by the old man, Lord Wen." Lan Wang said coldly, "These dozen or so corpses are directly reported to be seriously injured and will be over, anyway, even if these scum live in the cell, they won't survive for three days." ”

"But the servants of the government are not all blind, this. . . This can't be fooled! ”

"There's no need to be confused. At that time, Boss Wen, you can just wrap the corpse in a straw mat and hand it over to the messengers, and if they want to conduct an autopsy, they will go with them. Lan Wang waved his hand.

"If the government asks you who killed someone in a few days, you can generously admit that I killed you."

Lan Wang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a creepy smile appeared on his face: "Anyway, your old man also knows that you have a great relationship with the eldest young master of the Lan family, and you have played chess together!" The eldest young master of the Lan family's house in Yangguan Town saw that a few street gangsters were not pleasing to the eye, so he stabbed them all with an iron hammer, which is not a in Jiangbei, right? ”

Prince Wen was choked up and speechless all of a sudden.

For a long time, Boss Wen gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, and said:

"Okay, you kid is ruthless! But don't talk to me, I have indeed recognized you as the eldest young master of the Lan family's room, but I called your father yesterday for your good wow! So many people storming the workshop, how scary, who else can I call if I don't call your parents? In the eyes of outsiders, you are a ten-year-old child, who knew that you could kill more than a dozen people without blinking an eye?! ”

"What's it to kill a dozen people in a row?" Lan Wang didn't raise his eyelids, "Just let me know you: since you are afraid that the death of these dozen hooligans in your workshop will make a big fuss, then I will simply make a bigger fuss outside, so that the entire Yangguan Town and the entire Jiangbei will know about it!" You also know what kind of virtue those officials in the government are, when the time comes, they will be busy with the back of their heads, where else will they have the time to set up the stall of Li Wenjia Workshop? ”

"Also, I said that you are the shopkeeper too, someone wants to smash your entire net worth into a mess, and you are so indifferent and don't even check it? It's not the first time this has happened, don't you want to know who is trying to kill you? Just let those guys hide in the corners and continue to pull out the next conspiracy? Lan Wang also took out the child's unique straightforwardness and fast-talking, and provoked Prince Wen a few words.

"You kid don't mess around! I can tell your dad that you can come to my place to play, but you can only go in this workshop, and you can't go anywhere else! Otherwise, how can I take good care of you? ”

"Also, this king's affairs are in charge of your little child's family! How many catties of salt have you eaten even if you were a prodigy? I have eaten more salt than you have ever eaten, and I have walked more bridges than you have walked! If I could fight back, I would have gone out and pulled out those troublemakers for a good lesson, and I still need your kid to remind me?! ”

Yes, the method of agitation is still tried and tested, Lan Wang thought to himself. The amount of information contained in the words that Young Master Lan took out from Shopkeeper Wen just now is very large: Lord Wen doesn't want to let go of his hands and feet, but because he can't do that for some reason.

This confirms my previous suspicions. Don't worry, there will be time to dig out some fierce materials in the future! Lan Wang secretly rejoiced.

The shopkeeper also seemed to realize that he was a little speechless in public, so he hurriedly changed the topic and booed at the craftsmen around him: "Okay, okay, okay, don't look at it!" Everyone is scattered, scattered! Let's all go back to work! Director Li, don't be like a wooden man, hurry back to the Ministry of Chemical Industry, the results of your laboratory have already been obtained! ”

Li Changting, who had been standing next to him who had been stunned by Lan Wang's iron-blooded thunderbolt methods, came back to his senses at this time: "Ah, yes, Boss Wen, I'll go now!" ”

The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving only Prince Wen and Young Master Lan still standing at the door of the warehouse.

Seeing that there was no one around, Wen Shili was about to open his mouth to continue to admonish Lan Wang, but he didn't expect his movements to be slower, and he was robbed by Lan Wang. I saw that our traverser had an evil smile on his face that was extremely incommensurate with his biological age, like a strange Shu millet tempting a child, and said to Prince Wen in a slightly magnetic voice:

"Now that Prince Wen already knows the true identity of the junior, the junior might as well open the skylight here and say something bright. The boy knows that you must have your troubles and your concerns, so that you can't be unscrupulous and happy with grudges. But think of your grandson who is still recuperating in a hospital bed, can you protect him forever? To say something unlucky, what will he do in a hundred years? ”

There was a brief silence.

Lan Wang knew that his words were working, so he struck while the iron was hot and threw out his king bomb: "You are also a veteran of the battlefield and Vanity Fair, and you should know better than a kid the truth that compromise cannot bring peace." Have you backed down again and again, and have you been reconciled again and again in exchange for the mercy of the enemy? You have lost your reputation, your status, the love of your life, and your two closest relatives, but the other party is going to kill them all, and they have extended their black hands to your only remaining bloodline! How long are you going to put up with it?! ”

As soon as these words were spoken, Lan Wang was inexplicably a little nervous—because he saw that Prince Wen's face, who had always been like Maitreya Buddha, changed suddenly.

The smile on the prince's face disappeared, replaced by a cold, expressionless coldness.

But after only a breath of time, the smile returned to Prince Wen's face, but this smile already carried a bit of complicated emotions, anger, cruelty, helplessness, self-deprecation and bitterness, all at the same time.

"It is said that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and your courage is commendable! The last time someone used the radical method against this king was thirty years ago! At that time, the king was fighting with the first emperor in the northern frontier, and the barbarian general who tried to provoke the king is now estimated to be a few feet high! Prince Wen didn't laugh angrily, and immediately replied and sneered, "It's that you, a little fart kid who hasn't grown all the hair, still don't clean up, if I fall for you so easily, a ten-year-old doll, then wouldn't I live to be a dog?" ”

In fact, the traverser didn't expect that he would be able to figure out the bottom of the prince with a single radical method - if Wen Shili's city was so shallow, then he would not have survived until now. However, to the surprise of the traverser, after arguing with him for a few words, Prince Wen did not plan to send someone to take care of him or go directly to his parents. He just sighed, waved his hand slightly, and turned away, leaving our traveler in place.

"What, Boss Wen, didn't you let me leave the workshop? Anyway, I don't have anything to do today, and the infirmary has been burned down, so you can send me a job? It's better than having me standing here with a bunch of dead people, right? ”

Lan Wang shouted at the chubby back that was slowly moving away.

Prince Wen stopped, but did not look back. He held up a finger: "Once, only once!" I'm going to let you kid go this time! After that, as long as you enter the door of this workshop, there will be someone in my cover! I can't be irresponsible to you, in that case, what kind of shame will I have to go to see the Lan family again! ”

Lan Wang knew: There was a door to the matter.

Prince Wen still didn't look back: "The old nest of the Jianglong Gang is on the old stork street by the water, and their main hall is located in a three-story teahouse called Heng Shunxiang, you kid is staring at the signboard, don't make a mistake!" ”

"Remember, when the time comes, it's better to take it easy, it's better to keep a few alive, don't kill them all in one go like just now!"

"Thank you, Lord Wang!" After getting the information he wanted, Lan Wang turned his head and walked towards the gate.

"Wait!" Prince Wen stopped Lan Wang, and then picked up the iron hammer that had just been thrown on the ground by Lan Wang, and threw it back to Lan Wang, and Young Master Lan caught it.

"Don't be too big of you, kid! There is an iron weapon in your hand, and the confidence is always enough! ”

"Thank you, Lord Wang!"

A hundred years ago, the place where Lao Stork Street is located was not land at all, but a silted up section of the river - the old stork river. Huge amounts of sand, silt and garbage have been deposited there for many years, and finally the dry river channel has been completely filled. Now, Lao Stork Street is already the most prosperous place in the Jiangbei area of Yangguan Town, and the grand scene of "the lights are on at the beginning, the bright ten miles, and the flower boats are next to each other" that the bolt once had with the young master Lan can only be seen on the old stork street.

However, when Lan Wang carried an iron hammer that was about to catch up with his height and walked slowly to the intersection of Lao Stork Street, the beautiful scenery of the bolt as he described was completely nowhere to be found—it was morning, and no matter whether it was a restaurant or a green building, it was open, and only some grocery stores, grocery stores, and small stalls that did small business were open to welcome customers. Not too many pedestrians, but not too few either.

Lan Wang used his usual eyes in his previous life to examine every corner, every fork in the road, every roof commanding height, and even the sewage ditch on the side of the road. After repeatedly making sure that there was nothing unusual around, no ambush, and no tracking, the old mercenary began to look for his target.

The sun, which had just risen and had not yet reached the apex of the sky, lazily reflected the seemingly peaceful street market, evaporating the water of the sludge from the cracks in the broken stone pavement, and the whole old stork street was filled with the characteristic smell of rotting fertilizer. The wind was faint, only occasionally blowing through the roadside taverns, agitating the dirty wine flags and flapping them listlessly. There were not a few flower boats on the edge of the water, only a row of weeping willows swaying in the inaudible breeze, and the wilted willows from the heat were gently brushing the surface of the water, which was almost a pool of stagnant water. The shops on the street were either closed or open but not welcome, and the shopkeeper and the men at the counter were all napping with their chins on. The whole old stork street seemed lethargic and lifeless at this time.

Such a silent atmosphere was about to be broken by the screams and the smell of blood.

However, Lan Wang likes to kill in such an environment - because there is no wind, the smell of blood does not spread far in the first place; At the same time, the adversary in this environment is also the least vigilant and the most lax.

Since there weren't many pedestrians on the streets, Lan Wang easily zeroed in on his first target: two suspected gang members. These are two short-dressed, flowing-out "social youths", one is a one-eyed dragon, and the other has a long scar on his face. Both of them were carrying short blades, and were now nesting in the shade of the willow trees.

Lan Wang didn't plan to spend too much time. He carried the iron chisel and a small cloth bag with the chisel as a disguise, and at the same time tried to pretend to be harmless to humans and animals, and slowly walked towards the two dead ghosts who did not know their final fate---

The moment they were targeted by the "King of Mercenaries", the two of them were already dead.

"Two brothers, how do you get to Heng Shunxiang Teahouse?"

The two hooligans stopped Kan Dashan, stood up, and looked down at Lan Wang with a fierce face, and the shadows of the two in the sun staggered into an X-shape, just shrouding Young Master Lan at the intersection of the two shadows.

"Where did the little ghost come from, what are you looking for Heng Shunxiang for? Don't get out of here! The one-eyed dragon rogue bared his teeth and shouted sharply.

"Oh, fourth, what are you so fierce with such a doll? Eh, what's wrong with this kid's legs, how do you seem to have two roots on your legs... ”

Just as Scarface crouched down to take a closer look at Lan Wang's walker, he suddenly found that the burden that the child in front of him had fallen to the ground at some point.

"Hey, little ghost, your baggage is off..."

He never had a chance to say the next word again.

An iron drill had pierced his throat, severed his trachea, passed through his cervical vertebrae, smashed his brainstem into pieces, and exited the back of his head. The hooligan's body twitched violently like a fish that had left the water and had been put on a barbecue drill, and a dying "ho-ho" sound came from his throat.

Lan Wang deliberately paused for two or three seconds before pulling out the iron hammer, so that the still alive one-eyed dragon had enough time to draw its blade and sound the alarm, and the one-eyed dragon was also quite cooperative, and in shock, he picked up the short knife at his waist, turned his head and shouted in a voice that did not resemble a human voice—

"Someone's coming to smash the field! Brethren, --- quickly"

The screaming stopped abruptly. The word "fast" stopped in the one-eyed dragon's throat forever.

For the iron drill had pierced through the back of his head and out of his mouth.