Lan Wang put his steps very lightly, put the iron drill behind his back with his right hand, and slowly walked to the center of the lobby on the first floor of the teahouse step by step.

It's a typical three-storey Chinese building, not luxuriously decorated, but it's also tasteful and substantial: all the tables, chairs and counters are made of rosewood, the walls are beautifully painted with frescoes, and even the railings of the stairs are delicately painted with red lacquer. If it were the first time for an unknown outsider to come to this kind of place, there was a high probability that he would not think that this was the lair of the underworld.

Lan Wang came to the patio and walked up the spiral staircase, watching and listening to all directions, always paying attention to the movements around him. There was still no sound in the whole teahouse, the lighting was poor, everything was shrouded in shadows, and only a ray of sunlight from the patio reminded the intruders that this was not a dead tomb.

When he arrived at the assembly hall and observation deck on the third floor of the teahouse, Master Lan's ears keenly caught a hint of a ring: the sound of conversation was faintly coming from behind the wall of a reception room facing the staircase.

With experience, the traverser knows that there is a high probability that there is a dark room behind the shadow wall.

Lan Wang tiptoed to the edge of the shadow wall, groping his fingers around the edges and corners of the wall, trying to find hidden mechanisms or moving doorways.

In the next second, Lan Wang felt that he had touched something, and his right hand gently pushed.

A moving revolving door slowly opened.

To the surprise of Young Master Lan, behind this secret door of activity was not a secret room, but an extremely ordinary cubicle. Since this is the top floor of the teahouse, the room is very well lit, and the bright sunlight shines through the huge window covered with tulle window paper, illuminating a small table and two chairs placed in the center of the compartment, and two people sitting at the table with a drink.

The one on the left was a middle-aged man, who was facing away from Lan Wang at this time, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He wore a purple satin gown, which was rarely seen in the outside market, and a black square hat in the style of Confucianism, and looked like a wealthy merchant boss; The one on the right was an old man in a black robe, and his face was facing Lan Wang. I saw that his face was clear, the wrinkles on his face were sharpened and axed, a wisp of long beard was neatly kept, and his eyes were not big, but they exuded the unique essence of a martial artist.

The man who looked like a rich merchant was talking at this time, and he diligently poured wine for the old man opposite: "Wu Protector, come on, come on, drink wine!" It's just a little trouble, the people below will deal with it, these days, there are always some gangs in the left and near the left who don't know whether they are alive or dead, and they want to come to my Jianglong Gang here to grab food. However, listening to the movement outside, the little ones seem to have cleaned up the intruders, just wait for a while...... ”

His words got stuck in his throat.

The next second, he turned his head and was shocked to see a ten-year-old child carrying a long iron chisel.

The air froze for about three seconds.

"I don't remember such a young guy down there...... Xiaoquan has already returned to his hometown a few days ago? The middle-aged man didn't realize what was happening at all, but as he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the old man in black, who also had a confused expression. After a while, he turned around again and took out the panache of the underworld boss:

"Have all the fools who came to smash the field down there have been slaughtered?"

Lan Wang originally wanted to follow his words and play with this stupid X for a while, but he thought that he didn't have much time, so he simply went straight to the point and "verified the right body" for this dying person:

"Are you the leader of the Jianglong Gang?"

The combination of Young Master Lan's immature voice and cold tone always succeeded in giving any opponent a sense of confusion and completely confusing their judgment.

The middle-aged man seemed to realize that something was wrong, and his brows furrowed: "The leader of the Jianglong Gang is Cui." I don't know what your next life is? “

"I have long admired the name of the Cui gang leader. It doesn't matter what the junior's name is, what matters is the message I brought to Gang Master Cui. Lan Wang was going to shake a wit.

"What message? Who told you to bring it? What about the people below? Why don't you tell people to spread the word? “

"No need Cui Gang Master, this message is just one sentence:

Today next year will be your death day. “

Before the stunned Cui Gang Leader could take any action, Lan Wang had already inserted the iron drill into his eye socket with ease, and it was not until his right hand felt that the iron drill penetrated the back of the skull that he completely regained his strength.

At the same time, the old man in black who was sitting across the wine table also moved. As soon as he flicked the sleeves of his robe, more than a dozen darts broke through the air and struck directly at the vital points around Lan Wang's body.

Lan Wang's mouth twitched, he didn't even dodge, his right hand directly exerted force, and drove the iron drill that was still poked in the head of the Jianglong gang leader, and directly "picked" the corpse of the Cui gang leader in front of him, just blocking the flying hidden weapon. After a few subtle "poofs", more than a dozen poison darts were all nailed to the back of the Cui gang leader.

The old man in black missed a blow, and he didn't fight, so he rolled lightly in the air, breaking through the thin window paper, trying to get out of the roof corridor outside the window and escape.

The reaction of the old man in black was not unpleasant. It's a pity that Young Master Lan is faster than him.

At the moment when the old man in black still had half of his foot left on the inside of the window, an iron hammer had already followed his volley tumbling trajectory. The chisel pierced through the old man's left shoulder blade and out of his left chest at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and impartially nailed the old man to the wooden floor of the cloister outside the window.

The blood flowing from the wound seeped down the cracks between the wooden floors, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the head of the old man in black, and his throat let out an uncontrollable moan of "uh-uh" after being injured. Since he was pinned to the ground, there was no way to turn over, let alone escape, so he could only twist his head and turn his face a little with all his might, so that he could see carefully what the little child who could crucify him at once was sacred.

"Let's say, was the matter of Wenjia Workshop planned by the Jianglong Gang?" Lan Wang said coldly.

"Foolish child who has not dried up, who dares to hurt my Gu Poison Sect, you will definitely live...... Yes!!! The black-clothed old man lying on the ground in a very indecent posture showed a fierce look in his eyes, gritted his teeth and cursed Lan Wang, but the young master Lan only used a simple movement to turn the curse in his mouth into a scream - he held the iron hammer inserted in the old man's body and twisted it slightly.

"Gu Poison Sect? What's that? Can you eat it? Is it tasty? The Lan family tilted his head playfully, pretending to be surprised.

"You ......" The old man wanted to continue scolding, but the iron hammer that was stirring back and forth in his bones made him unable to scold a word.

"What is the Gu Poison Sect, you and I can discuss it later. Now, you have to answer my question honestly. Lan Wang twisted the iron drill again, and stirred it horizontally a few times.

"Say! How much do you know about Wenjia Workshop? Lan Wang suddenly raised his voice and asked in a fierce voice.

"Old ...... The old man doesn't know what you're talking about! The old man in black was sweating like rain, and even the back of the black robe was soaked with sweat.

"Oh, you can still call yourself 'old man' with a shelf, it seems that you still need to loosen your muscles." Lan Wang raised his eyebrows, grabbed the iron hammer, and pulled it out directly. The old man let out a hoarse scream again, and blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound in his shoulder blade.

But this man in black is not an idle person. He endured the severe pain, and took advantage of the moment when Lan Wang pulled out the iron hammer to stiffen a carp, turned over, and shook Lan Wang's right hand that was still able to move, and a handful of red powder suddenly filled the air.

He was full of thoughts that with the strange poison that he carried close to him, it would be okay to take down seven or eight Breathing Realm masters, and this child, who looked like he was eleven or twelve years old at most, would definitely die on the spot. But I didn't expect it: our young master Lan just sniffed, said "good choking", and then casually thrust the iron drill into his right shoulder, nailing him to the floor with his back facing the sky.

Another wail.

"You chili powder-like thing, worthy of being called poison?" Lan Wang grinned and turned on the mockery mode, "I see that you are an old immortal who can't understand people's words, if you don't eat the toast, then you have to eat and drink!" ”

The traverser once again viciously stirred the iron drill in the new wound, and at the same time stretched out his right foot and stepped heavily on the wound on the left shoulder blade of the old man in black, grinding it as if he was about to step on the cigarette butt.

The old man in black couldn't scream at this time, but his limbs were twitching violently.

Lan Wang carefully controlled the force of stirring and grinding, preventing the poor man who was interrogated from fainting from the severe pain: "Now the muscles and bones are loose, right?" Can you say that? Say it, the master promises to give you a good time! ”

"Yes...... Be...... What's the ......?" The voice of the old man in black can easily lead people to mistakenly think that he is being electrocuted.

"As for you bull ghosts and snake gods, you don't dare to openly make waves in Yangguan Town with a hundred of your guts, the Jianglong Gang can't do it, and you Gu Poison Sect definitely can't do it! Say, who commanded you? What's his name and how do you connect? “

"Heavenly ...... The lower is to the public, and the world is to the public......" The old man said angrily.

"What do you say? Be louder, I can't hear you! Lan Wang tilted his ear sideways, trying to get closer.

Suddenly, a glint crossed Lan Wang's eyes. He made a lightning move, grabbed the old man's jaw, and with a hard slam to the side, his chin was removed directly with a "click". After that, he stretched out his fingers, dug back and forth in the old man's mouth a few times, and then cleanly pulled out a "denture" stained with saliva.

"Dentures hide poison? You can be regarded as a high-ranking figure in the Gu Poison Sect, how can you clean up such an unpopular trick? This is all left over from the time when I wanted to play with the master! “

Lan Wang continued to mock.

"Since you can't speak anymore, let's change the topic, I'll ask, you answer." Lan Wang grabbed the old man's collar tightly.

"I was assassinated under the big locust tree a year ago, and yesterday my medical hall was set on fire again, is it the handiwork of your Gu Poison Sect? Yes? Isn't it?! “

The traverser thought that the old man would continue to be stubborn, but the actual situation was once again beyond his expectations:

The old man turned his head almost with the last of his strength, stared at the young master Lan resentfully, and then nodded slightly.