"How many, are you the representatives of the Rakshasa Gang?"

Wen Gaolang got up from his seat and asked calmly.

Everyone in the conference room knew that there was silence before the storm.

At this time, no one spoke anymore, and their eyes were focused on Wen Gaolang and the representatives of the Rakshasa Gang.

The faces of playfulness and banter are waiting to see a good show.

As mentioned earlier, the cake of Utan City is so big.

The rapid rise of the Rakshasa Gang means that the cake of other dark forces is squeezed and squeezed out.

Damn it, these Rakshasas.

Fighting with the Hurricane Mercenary Group, tired of being crooked, the smooth expansion of the rise is boundless?

"That's right." Yun Yi knew that Wen Gaolang was going to make trouble, sighed in his heart, and said hard.

"But you are in Jinling Manor, kill my son?" Wen Gaolang's eyes were red, and the fighting spirit around his body was agitated.

Shi Li and Huang Zongwei, as well as the helmsmen of other dark forces, felt the waves of fighting energy fluctuations emanating from Wen Gaolang's body, and they were all shocked.

Wen Gao Lang's breath fluctuated, it must be a half-step Dou King, right?

He is worthy of being the leader of one of the four dark forces in Utan City, and this strength is enough to discourage the people sitting below.

Everyone looked at Yun Yi and Tang Ji and the others, how should they deal with this half-step Dou King?

I'm afraid I'm going to kneel and beg for mercy, right?

killed Wen Gaolang's son, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy to no avail, so he could only tie his hands and wait for death.

"It's a pity that a newly rising power is about to fall before it can be celebrated in a few days." A fat man in a brocade robe was playing with a jade wrench in his hand.

"Come on, fatty, don't you pretend, don't we all wish they died?"

A skinny monkey-like man said with a wicked grin.

"Hey, hey......" The fat man was not angry, and laughed sinisterly.

The other leaders of the dark forces did not speak, but their brows were cold.

"That's right." Yun Yi was shocked to face Wen Gaolang, a powerhouse of the half-step Dou King, and he suddenly wondered if it was too impulsive to kill Wen Liangji rashly.

"Then take your life and sacrifice my son's spirit in heaven." Wen Gaolang arched his hand to apologize to the three people next to him and the group of dark forces at the helm of the audience.

After all, today is the day when the dark forces of Utan City hold a meeting, and it is quite inappropriate to hear that Gao Lang is making a big move.

Tang Ji smiled, this Wen Gaolang's son is dead, and he wants to kill and take revenge, and he doesn't forget to pretend to others.

"After all, the Hurricane Mercenary Regiment is one of the four dark forces in our Utan City, and if you dare to kill Young Leader Wen Liangji, you will slap our entire Utan City dark forces in the face."

"That's right, if you hear that the head of the regiment needs help, you can say it."

"You are underestimating the head of the Wen group, the half-step Dou King, not to mention Utan City, that is a strong man who can be famous in the entire Gama Empire!"

The first person spoke in solidarity, and then many of the leaders of the dark forces chimed in.

"Who's that man?" Tang Ji looked at the first man who spoke with a smile, with a jade necklace around his neck, and his whole body exuded an aura of wealth.

"That's the president of the Iron Wing Chamber of Commerce, Hang Ying." Yun Yi introduced behind Tang Ji, and when he mentioned this person, his tone was full of shame: "The business that the Iron Wing Chamber of Commerce does is to sell people, such as young and good-looking little girls, and send them to fireworks fields in some prosperous big cities. ”

"Oh." Tang Ji nodded.

"In Utan City, there are many people who are unhappy with the Iron Wing Chamber of Commerce. Most of the dark forces will not do crazy things such as human trafficking. The Iron Wing Chamber of Commerce has no benevolence and morality, as long as it makes money, it will do no evil. Yun Yi said.

"You guys, do you have anything to say?" Wen Gaolang's gaze fell on Tang Ji and Yun Yi.

"Yes." Tang Ji lifted his black robe, revealing a fair and clean face, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's really cowardly, but it's too late to beg for mercy now."

"It can't be said that he is cowardly, in the face of the half-step Douwang powerhouse, how many of us here can not be cowardly?"

"Hmph, if you dare to kill someone, you have to bear the consequences of killing, and who is to blame for finding your own death."

Looking at the Tang trail that came out, all kinds of eyes and emotions.

Gao Zongming smiled and said nothing, only he noticed the calmness and ...... in Tang Qi's eyes Disdain.

Next, you can see, is this little guy strong on the outside or really confident?

"Say, let me hear your last words." Wen Gaolang said murderously.

When everyone heard this, it was indeed so.

How could Wen Gaolang give up on the murder of his son?

"I didn't just say this to Captain Wen, but I also hope that the people of the Blood Dragon Gate, Shenghai Pavilion and Shuanglong Gate will listen to it together." Tang Ji said with a light smile.

"Oh?"

The three of them, Shi Li, the master of the Blood Dragon Gate, Gao Zongming, the master of the Shenghai Pavilion, and Huang Zewei, the master of the Double Dragon Gate, looked at each other and were all surprised.

At this time, what else does this Rakshasa Gang have to say?

"Tell me about it." Huang Zewei is a bald head, and there is a scar from the top of the head to the right side of the eyelid, which is extremely hideous.

Every time someone sees the scar on Huang Zewei's head, they can't imagine what kind of terrible attack he received at that time.

can survive such an injury to this day, no one will doubt Huang Zewei's strength and means.

This scar, although hideous, is also a silent symbol of strength.

"But if you let us keep you, we won't agree." Huang Zewei said with a smile.

As Huang Zewei's ridiculous words fell, bursts of muffled laughter rang out from the audience, and the ridicule was overflowing.

"I didn't mean that." Tang Ji shook his head.

"And what do you mean?" Wen Gaolang was very patient, he was not in a hurry to kill Tang Ji and the others.

In front of the half-step Douwang powerhouse, with the strength of these young people, how could they escape?

When he dies, he is under Wen Gaolang's control, this is power!

"I mean, in the future, the dark forces of Utan City hope that the Blood Dragon Gate, Shenghai Pavilion and Twin Dragon Gate will respect our Rakshasa Gang. As for the Hurricane Mercenary Group, I don't think there's any need to exist in Utan City, my proposal is not bad, right? Tang Ji looked around and asked.

There seems to be a little pride in his expression.

It seems that what has been put forward is an excellent development plan for the dark forces of Utan City.

The underground meeting fell silent, and then burst into laughter.

Hang Ying, the president of the Iron Wing Chamber of Commerce, who was the first to speak out and Wen Gaolang, laughed even more, and almost laughed out of his eyes.

Gao Zongming, the master of Shenghai Pavilion, shook his head, it seemed that he had a high opinion of this young man named Tang Ji.

Even the Blood Dragon Sect didn't dare to say Tang Ji's words.

People want to find death, and they can't stop them if they don't say anything.