On the Temple Street Square, there was a large round table, and people were already sitting around it, but there were still several empty chairs.

Sitting around the round table, an old man with reading glasses, a small cigarette pistol, and gray-haired man whispered, "Are you really going to do this?"

[In view of the general environment,

"In my opinion, there's always something wrong with that."

"In less than half a year, the red ghost subdued the "Flower Shirt", and not long ago, the "Kaiyang Group" was also annexed."

The old man exhaled a thick cigarette and looked at the small temple behind him: "There were a lot of deaths here that night."

"I don't think that red ghost will be that simple."

On the other side of the round table, a man in a black suit and red shirt, with a fat head and big ears, slapped the table, his fat hand was wearing three gold rings, and the breath of an upstart greeted him.

"Uncle Ya, you're getting old, and you're as small as a mouse."

"What kind of thing is a red ghost, even if he doesn't engage in "flower shirts", I, Xu Ruihao, will let him Lei Laoqi eat!"

Sitting next to the fat man, a man in his thirties, with some black eyes and the smell of perfume on his body, laughed.

"Fat Xu, if you don't brag for a day, you'll die."

"As far as you "Yisheng" people and horses, dare to call a scene with Lei Lao Ghost? If it weren't for Boss Wan's cover, you'd be gone."

Xu Ruihao looked at the man next to him suddenly: "Ding Dingao, don't think that if you have the word "proud" in your name, you are really awesome."

"Look down on us 'Yisheng', then what are you "Ding Shengxing", you are just a dog raised by those girls of "Jiufeng"."

The man named Ding Dingao immediately slapped the table and stood up: "Fat Xu, you have to say it again!"

Xu Ruihao was about to speak, when he heard a voice and said lightly: "Okay, for the New Year, all the fire will be collected."

It was a middle-aged man with silver temples, a mustache, closed eyes, and a pair of iron galls in his hands.

Ding Dingao glanced at the middle-aged man, sat down and said with a smile, "For Mr. Wan's sake, I don't have the same knowledge as Fat Xu."

This Mr. Wan, whose full name is Wan Cheng, is the leader of the "Black Lord", an underground organization in Guangling City.

is ruthless and decisive, and is the number one person in the dungeon.

Wan Cheng opened his eyes, his eyes sharp.

"The Red Ghost has risen too fast, and his 'Red Gate' has expanded rapidly in just half a year."

"We have joined forces to sanction him this time, the reason is very simple, if we let it go, maybe everyone here will have to work for him next year."

"Uncle Ya's worries are not unreasonable, and of course I also know that the red ghost is not a simple character."

"But the forces that unite our many families, are you still afraid that he won't bow his head?"

At this moment, sitting next to Uncle Ya, a man with an expressionless face and an indifferent expression slowly spoke: "Has Ye Mei of 'Jiufeng' expressed any position?"

"Although they are all women, it is undeniable that Ye Mei and her sisters are all masters."

"If they do, they'll be sure of it tonight."

"Otherwise, forgive us for not mixing the 'dark blood'."

Wan Cheng frowned and said, "Brother Yue Zun, it's not okay to say this now?"

"Although Boss Ye didn't make it clear, Jiufeng said that they would have a representative appear in the evening, isn't that enough?"

Yue Zun raised his head and said with a serious face, "Not enough."

Wan Cheng was about to say something, and at this time someone came to him and whispered.

The leader of the "black owl" raised his head and said, "The people of the Red Gate are here."

Then got up: "Let's go, people are upstarts in the dungeon, no matter how we are, we have to show our attitude, welcome and welcome."

Under the leadership of Wan Cheng, one by one

Shadow stood up and left the round table with him.

Soon they saw a group of men coming.

At the front was a man in a cloak and a carved wood mask.

When Wan Cheng and the others were observing Luo Yan, Luo Yan was also looking at them, but the difference from those people on the other side was that Luo Yan opened his "undelusional eyes" and took in the information of those people.

In his field of vision, it was obvious that the bigwigs of these organizations were the strongest with Wan Cheng and Yue Zun, the former being the fifth layer intermediate and the latter being the fourth layer.

Such strength, even if it is placed in the corps, can be called elite.

However, these two people have empty combat power, but they have no secret methods and no knowledge.

So in Luo Yan's eyes, there are just two human heads that can be picked up at any time.

This is also the difference between people in the military and capable people in the civilian sector.

After all, it is very difficult for the leaders of these organizations in the civil society to come into contact with secret methods and peerless learning.

At this moment, Luo Yan's heart moved slightly, his eyes glanced to the side, and a white figure walked by. It was a woman, with black hair straight and scattered, and a long white coat that was spotless.

Luo Yan's eyes changed slightly.

It turned out to be an old acquaintance.

Jiufeng, Guan Qi!

There are also two women beside Guan Qi, both of whom are Jiufeng's killers, and their combat power is the fourth and fifth layers of the primary level.

With such strength, in this part of the old city, it can almost go sideways.

At this time, Guan Qi also looked over, and Luo Yan quietly appeared a few dragon scales behind him, making his eyes a little more fierce.

In addition to making Guan Qi's eyes change slightly, revealing a look of jealousy, he also changed his aura slightly, so that Guan Qi was not so easy to recognize.

And so on and so forth, in the blink of an eye.

Although the "Black Lord" Wancheng has a lot of experience, he can't see much in this short moment, and he only glanced at the red ghost, and he didn't think that there was a lot of inside information in it.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he laughed at the end, and said very implicitly: "Red Gate and Jiufeng are together, this year, it is lively."

"Please, both."

Wan Cheng turned sideways, and the crowd immediately split up, and a passage appeared.

Luo Yan strode forward, not thinking so much at all, and crossed the ten thousand cities at once.

Wan Cheng's face immediately changed slightly, but instead of having a seizure, it was the fat man named Xu Ruihao who snorted.

"Do you understand the rules?"

"Your red door has not yet reached the level of self-esteem, and everyone here today is equal."

"What's more, here, you are the youngest, what qualifications do you have to walk in front of Mr. Wan."

"Hurry up and take a few steps back, you don't understand the dignity of the elders and the young, and you dare to come to the night banquet, heh."

Luo Yan looked at the man with some surprise.

I thought that I came to Guangling as a "red ghost", killed Lei Qi, and built the Red Gate.

There should be a lot of people who died at his own hands, but this man is not even in the intermediate realm, and he dares to yell at himself?

He sighed softly under his mask, "After all, I still haven't killed enough."

When Wen Zou heard this, his back suddenly swished, and he thought about it and said softly: "Master, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and it is unlucky to see blood on a good day."

Luo Yan glanced at him, and saw that Wen Zou was about to scold himself for talking too much, but unexpectedly, he saw Luo Yan nodding his head lightly, and actually agreed!

This flattered him a little.