Wen Zou took out a mobile phone and handed it to Luo Yan.

Luo Yan took it out, and there was a video on his phone, which looked like it should have been taken from a surveillance camera on the street.

I saw that in the video, on the long street, there was a car parked outside the Spring Tea House.

The car door opened, and people came out one after another.

There was a tall young man, and an old man who was a little hunchbacked, dressed in black and with black shoes.

Wen Zou next to him said: "Those two, one is Luo Nanxing, the son of the great Hao Luo Tianyi in the city, and the latter is the old man who ambushed you on the long street that night. ”

"His name is Gao Lin, and he is the former head of the Guangling Mecha Corps."

Wen Zou said with his eyebrows fluttering, and seemed to be quite excited: "Jiufeng said that on the night of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, these two went to the Chunming Teahouse. ”

"Master, this Spring Tea House is the headquarters of the 'Black Owl'."

Did it???????????????? After explaining, Wen Zou continued: "After Luo Nanxing and Gao Lin came to Wancheng, then Wancheng began to move around in many ways. ”

"Over the course of a few days, I went to see a lot of people."

"And just today, he advanced his birthday after the Lantern Festival, and today he held a birthday banquet in the Xiangming Teahouse, and invited many famous people in the old city."

Luo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly in the mask.

"Birthday feast?"

"Go, call the Iron Horse."

"Let Junyi prepare."

"Let's also go to Mr. Wan to 'congratulate him on his birthday'."

Wen Zou raised his eyebrows, his whole body seemed to be electrified, and the fluff on the back of his neck stood up.

From Luo Yan's sentence of 'congratulating on birthday', Wen Zou heard the murderous aura, and said in his heart that Wancheng's birthday banquet tonight would not be completed, and it was even more likely that his birthday would become a death day!

9 p.m.

Wutong Street, where the Spring Tea House is located, is full of all kinds of vehicles, but a big battle broke out on another street yesterday, which led to the destruction of the long street, which provoked the Ministry of Security and the Guangling Corps, so that tonight, there were very few people going out in the old city.

Otherwise, so many cars parked on Wutong Street, from the street to the end of the street, are afraid that they will provoke complaints from residents.

The Spring Tea House is lit up tonight, with two big red lanterns hanging outside the door, and the welcome guests by the door are smiling stiffly, and they have to welcome the guests one by one.

The guests who came to the tea house tonight were all the number one people in the old city, and there were even people who could sit at the round table in the square at the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet.

The hall of the teahouse is full of shadows.

Hundreds of tables are full.

On the main seat in the middle of the front, Wan Cheng's face was full of red light, wearing a bright red ruyi pattern robe, and the whole person seemed to glow with every wrinkle.

On a temporary stage behind him, the gong has already started, sonorous and sonorous, and the gong music is bursting, filled with a celebratory atmosphere.

"Boss Wan, I wish you a long life than Nanshan, a blessing like the East China Sea, and a long life."

"Mr. Wan, congratulations, congratulations, I wish you a prosperous sun and moon, and a long spring of pine cranes."

......

In the birthday greetings, Wancheng nodded constantly.

Since he promised the Luo family to use his influence at the Lantern Festival to create some trouble for the new city lord.

In recent days, he has moved around in many ways, contacted old friends, and brought the birthday banquet forward.

In order to take the opportunity of today's banquet guests to arrange the details of the Lantern Festival.

Although Wan Cheng was full of smiles, he was a little dissatisfied in his heart.

Last night, he finally hit ???????????????? I heard that the 'Red Gate' red ghost appeared in the old city.

At that moment, he hurriedly notified Gao Lin, and the old man also made a move, but he still let the red ghost run away.

Although tonight, Gao Lin was in the teahouse to prevent the red ghost from coming to the door to retaliate.

But it still made Wan Cheng feel unhappy in his heart, the red ghost did not die, and he always felt like a fish in his throat.

At this time.

Gao Lin, who was still dressed in black, sat at an inconspicuous table in the corner.

The old man crossed his legs, took out a tin iron cigarette case, slowly rolled the tobacco in paper, and then lit it and sucked it heavily.

These tobacco shreds are all made by him, and some drugs are added to them that can benefit Qi Peiyuan.

He was seriously injured in his youth and fell ill.

As a result, the cultivation is not advancing but retreating.

Although he now has the realm of the three layers of Xuanxuan, he himself knows very well that he can't let go of it, and he doesn't dare to exhaust his cultivation.

That can trigger old injuries and can spiral out of control.

Otherwise, last night, he wouldn't have had to test with fifty percent of his strength first, and then kill the enemy with seventy percent.

If he hadn't been injured, he would have shot with all his might, and the ten red ghosts would not have thought of escaping.

However, the Red Ghost is a gang leader, not to mention cultivating to the advanced realm, and he also has peerless knowledge and secret methods, which is really unexpected.

Otherwise.

is only a high-level realm cultivator, even if he only exerts seventy percent of his strength, Gao Lin has the certainty of killing the target.

The old man took a puff of smoke and let the medicine inside enter his lungs with the smoke and then disperse throughout his body to soothe the old wounds.

Suddenly.

He stopped, his eyes slightly awe-inspiring, his gaze swept across the hall and landed outside the teahouse door. Outside the gate of the Spring Tea House, the welcome lady with a numb smile suddenly saw cars driving in from the entrance of Long Street and stopped near the teahouse.

Then the doors opened one after another, and a figure came out of the car.

Among them, a man wearing a carved wood mask is the leader.

These men did not carry congratulatory gifts, but instead carried rifles.

Menacing.

Tonight, every building on the long street, every dark alley, has long been full of 'black lords' people.

At this moment, a pair of eyes saw the man wearing the mask, and immediately threw away the cigarette in his hand: "It's broken, quickly notify Mr. Wan, the people from the Red Gate are here." ”

Then the man whistled.

Then a big man came out of the shadows from the building and greeted him.

Luo Yan's footsteps don't stop, keep ???????????????? Stick to the original rhythm.

Wen Zou, who was walking next to him, said loudly: "The red door is coming to congratulate Mr. Wan on his birthday, who dares to stop him?" ”

As he spoke, the fake Taoist priest quickly made a handprint, and suddenly a tornado rushed into the sky in front of the door of the teahouse, rolling the 'black owls' gang in front of the door, and lifting all the skirts of the welcome ladies.

On the right side of Luo Yan, Wei Junyi, who had a deep gaze and a cold expression, also rushed forward, wiped his one arm behind his back, and suddenly a knife light slashed forward, splitting a few big men who were lucky enough not to be swept away by the tornado.

Thereupon.

In front of Luo Yan's eyes, to the gate of the teahouse, there was no more obstacle.

In the teahouse, hearing the movement, Wan Cheng first glanced at Gao Lin, and when he saw that he was slightly bowed behind him, he snorted and strode towards the door.

I saw the red ghost of the 'red door', with his hands behind his back, and climbed the stone steps in front of the door, looking at himself.

The other party's red eyes in the mask were red, and the murderous aura was soaring, and the pores of Wancheng shrank for a while.

After settling down, Wan Cheng said, "Mr. Red Ghost, what does this mean?" ”

Luo Yan said lightly in his mask: "I heard that you have a birthday today, so I came to congratulate you." ”

Beside Wan Cheng, the 'good old man' Uncle Ya came out and played a round game: "Could it be that Mr. Red Ghost is coming, what are you waiting for, please come in quickly, please come in." ”

At this time, someone shouted: "If it is a birthday, what about a gift?" ”

"You can't come to my dad empty-handed, right?"

The one who spoke up was the son of Wan Cheng, a young man in his early twenties.

"Congratulatory gifts, naturally."

Luo Yan didn't even glance at Wancheng's son, only stared at Wancheng.

"Tonight, I came here to send Boss Wan a smile on Jiuquan"