Mo Yuan left with Xiao Xiao and the others, leaving this space completely to Lao Yao, Liu Gui and the others.

After they entered the hall, the passage behind them that they had entered before had also disappeared, and there was no passage anywhere else, even Mo Yuan couldn't find any portal in the direction they left, they knew that it must be like what they saw before, the soil "lived" and closed automatically.

Now, they are the only ones left here, and this is like a closed prison deep underground, and if Mo Yuan and them don't come, they will have to die here.

However, with Mo Yuan's words before leaving, everyone was not too flustered, and they stayed temporarily under the organization of Liu Gui, Lao Yao and others.

Mo Yuan and the others passed through a passage and came to another space that was not too far from the hall just now.

These two spaces are deep underground directly below the four properties he bought, not far from each other, close to the skunk shanty town, and no more than 100 meters away from the courtyard of the Rotten Boy Gang's stronghold, but in people's minds, these are already two different worlds.

Wang Qiwa and the rest of the Sweat Towel Gang, including their dying gang leader who was still frozen in the Xuan Ice, the one who took the initiative to surrender and broke his arm, and the only remaining martial arts master of the Shadow Scorpion Society, were all here.

When they left the courtyard of the Rotten Boy Gang's stronghold, they walked through the same passage, but they opened different "doors" at the end, one to the left and the other to the right, and they didn't know each other.

This is also Mo Yuan's consideration.

Relatively speaking, the identities of Liu Gui, Lao Yao and others are purer and more "clean", and the arrangements for them do not need to be too complicated.

But this group of people is different, and how to deal with it needs more consideration.

The sweat towel gang, especially the dying gang leader who was frozen, had jumped into the net unexpectedly.

When he came here, he didn't go to see Wang Qiwa and the other sweat towel gangs, but came to the Shadow Scorpion Society's severed arm martial artist who was "imprisoned" alone.

A closed, pitch-black space, three meters in length, width and height, where the Severed-Arm Martial Master lay on his side like a dead dog, not knowing whether he was asleep or awake.

The door opened, Mo Yuan came in with an oil lamp, and Xiao Yao and seven or eight other people followed him.

The Broken Arm Martial Master instantly turned over and stood up.

"You're finally here...... I thought you were going to let me lie here until I died!"

In this completely enclosed dark space, he could not feel anything other than himself, not even the slightest sound movement, and he did not stay long before he blurred his sense of time. This is really a torture that is even more difficult than direct torture, and I am finally relieved to see people coming at this moment.

Tonight's harvest can be said to be unexpectedly fruitful.

All the "fish" that entered the "net", whether expected or unexpected, were all packed and brought back by them, whether dead or alive, it can be said that the benefits have been maximized, but there are still many doubts in his heart.

Tonight's action, on the whole, is a smooth push, adding fuel to the fire, from behind the scenes to add fuel to the flames of a small situation, although he vaguely has some income in the direction of the goal, but he did not preset the final result in his heart, no matter what, they are deeply involved in the process of this matter itself, it is already a benefit, not a simple result.

To put it mildly, they are like a group of first-time observers, who want to observe more deeply and understand how the world works, so they secretly give some extra "stimulation", and sure enough, they see more things.

To put it mildly, a group of bear children found bees collecting honey in the flowers, so they followed them all the way to the honeycomb, insisting on stabbing them twice, even at the risk of being stung.

Except for Lao Yao and Liu Gui, their composition is relatively simple, and he knows Chai Chao very thoroughly in advance, whether it is the Shadow Scorpion Club or the Sweat Towel Gang, his understanding can be said to be very small.

The Shadow Scorpion Society is notorious, and there are some "classic cases" they have done in the Xicheng District, and this Shadow Scorpion will deliberately use it as a means to spread awe and fear, which is also troublesome, and directly convicts Mo Yuan of this organization in his heart.

As for the Sweat Towel Gang, he knows even less, only that it is a relatively loose but scattered special gang rooted among the people at the bottom of the city.

Other than that, he doesn't know more about these two forces than the others.

One of his most puzzled points was that the Shadow Scorpion Guild had clearly known that there was a mastermind behind the scenes to stir up conflicts, but he was still obsessed with targeting the Sweat Towel Gang, and the other Shadow Scorpion Martial Arts Martial Arts leaders obviously supported and supported this.

Why?

Can't figure it out.

Later, the Shadow Scorpion Leader also revealed some information in a few words between the battles, and Mo Yuan also had some vague guesses in his heart.

However, he didn't continue to think about it, and asked this person directly.

has qualifications, can practice, and has grown into a martial arts master, all of which has nothing to do with what choice he will make when facing life and death, and this shadow scorpion will break his arm martial artist is obviously a person who values his life very seriously.

Mo Yuan only expressed some doubts, and he told everything he knew about the bamboo tube and the beans.

"I see!"

Hearing about the deeds of the Red Turban Society, he sighed with emotion.

This also let him know that he is not alone, and people with similar thoughts to them have been in this world itself, but unfortunately, the fate of the ideal person is usually not good.

"What is the name of the founder of the Red Turban Society?" he asked.

As for the Sweat Towel Gang inherited from the Red Scarf Society's top exercises and the like that the Shadow Scorpion President and others had in their hearts, he didn't take it too seriously...... What's more, the leader of the sweat towel gang is lying in a room next to him, so he is not in a hurry.

The Broken Arm Martial Master shook his head and said:

"I don't know...... It should be that the president's level was too low at that time, and he didn't know it.

The Red Turban Society made such a big move back then and could be covered up so densely, obviously all the high-level leaders involved back then were deliberately working together to blockade it, not wanting to make such deeds and characters famous for future generations. ”

Mo Yuan nodded in agreement, although the Broken Arm Martial Master was afraid of death, his IQ was obviously no problem, and he saw things very clearly.

And after tonight's incident, it was also confirmed that the Sweat Towel Gang did have a deep relationship with the Red Turban Society, and he began to readjust the way he treated the Sweat Towel Gang, completely vetoing the previous considerations.

Just as he was thinking, Chai Chao stepped forward and took the Broken Arm Martial Master in his hand and walked out, except for Xiao Xiao, the people who came in with him just now also left behind him.

They are all adept at nocturnal stealth operations, and they will avoid those on watch and make their way to the Shadow Scorpion Society's headquarters.

Since it's extremely empty right now, it's money that has fallen to your feet, so why not pick it up.

Mo Yuan said two more words, Chai Chao is the fastest even if he takes a person, he will be the first to arrive, first secretly investigate the real situation in the headquarters of the Shadow Scorpion Society, and the follow-up people will arrive one after another, and decide the next step according to his on-site investigation.

"You go first, I'll be over soon!" he concluded.

Half of tonight has passed, but it's not over yet, and it's not over yet.