Chapter Ninety-Two: Murder and Arson

The gamblers around him had all dispersed, and Quan Anwu's face was as usual, his heart was not shocked, and he looked coldly at the several gambling house thugs who surrounded him.

The thugs were born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and they were powerful, which was in stark contrast to the thin Quan Anwu, and I saw one of them threaten with words:

"Old boy, I see that you are also old, and the loess is buried in your chest, don't make a mistake, provoke people you can't afford to offend, but there is no chance to regret it!"

Dahan's voice was loud and his eyes were wide open, which was quite deterrent to those ordinary gamblers.

Quan Anwu took a deep breath, restrained his breath, and suppressed as much as ninety percent, and then said in a calm tone:

"My son was gambling in your gambling house, but you broke his spine, and now he is paralyzed in bed, unable to move, and completely reduced to a waste. ”

The reason why Quan Anwu restrained his breath and made up a reasonable reason is that he is not familiar with the environment of this gambling house, exposing too strong strength, afraid that the leader will not dare to show his face, and flee first, Quan Anwu is also an old Jianghu, knowing that a shady business like a gambling house will build a secret door in case of emergency, not to mention that this gambling house has a more secret identity, and there will inevitably be a way back.

When the big man heard this, he also sneered and sneered:

"On this day, I don't know how many gamblers we have to abolish the trouble, since you old boy insists on avenging your son, then we will give you this opportunity!"

After the big man said that, he exchanged glances with several thugs around him, and then several big men waved powerful iron fists and rushed towards Quan Anwu at the same time.

Looking at the enemies attacking from all directions, Quan Anwu could clearly perceive that these people were just non-incomprehensible martial artists who had just cultivated their internal strength, and it was naturally easy to deal with ordinary gamblers, but in Quan Anwu's eyes, they were not even fragile ants, just a wave of their hand, they could drive away a tiny dust for hundreds of miles.

The dantian surged up, and the internal force of the deep ocean slowly rotated around it, and only a trace of internal force was extracted from it, flowing to the whole body, and Quan Anwu only exerted the realm of the first third-rate, so as to fight the enemy.

With his hands in his hands, Quan Anwu raised his head, his eyes deeply sunken in his withered yellow face, and looked around at the thugs who were gradually approaching, and the big man's thick fist quickly struck and smashed down towards Quan Anwu's face.

Leaning down on his back, Quan Anwu dodged a blow, he lay down, supported the ground with one hand, kicked the thugs around him into the distance, and fell heavily to the ground.

One of the thugs was kicked by Quan Anwu, grinning in pain, covering his chest with one hand, only to see him glaring fiercely at the old peasant man, and then hurriedly ran towards the inner courtyard of the gambling house.

Quan Anwu naturally understood that this thug was going to ask for help, but this practice was secretly in line with Quan Anwu's intentions, the thugs knew that this old man was not something they could deal with, so they did not attack, but just surrounded him in the middle again, but no one dared to approach easily, and they all stood three feet away from Quan Anwu.

Seeing that these unpopular thugs were still acquainted, Quan Anwu did not take the initiative to make a move, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

After a while, Quan Anwu's ears twitched, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said secretly:

"The main character, finally appeared. ”

The chaotic footsteps sounded, and then became clearer, only to see the inner courtyard of the gambling house slowly out of five people, one of whom was the thug who went to ventilate the news, the first to walk in front were two young sword-wielding men, walking in the back of one of them was nearly fifty years old, carrying a long stick, the pitch-black long stick was engraved with dark red patterns, and the other middle-aged man was dressed as a businessman, his clothes were elegant, but he had a pointed face and small eyes, and his face was a mean person, and he walked with a limp, and some sloped feet.

"Master, this is the person who came to make trouble. ”

The thug who reported the news bowed to the man at the foot of the slope.

The little eyes like soybeans narrowed into a slit, and he secretly looked at the old peasant man, and the man at the foot of the slope whispered to the man with the iron rod beside him:

"Brother Fei, what do you think this person is capable of?"

The lame man's voice was shrill and piercing, like a mouse squeaking, which matched his appearance.

The man with the stick clasped his hands around him, and his voice was a little low:

"It's just a first-rate entry. ”

As soon as he heard this, the man at the foot of the slope immediately screamed, and then walked out from behind the two young men with swords, limped to the front, and shrieked at the old peasant man:

"Why, come to my gambling house to make trouble, and don't worry about a few pounds and taels of yourself. ”

Quan Anwu looked at the lame man standing in front of him, and looked at it secretly, looking at his appearance and characteristics, he was on the same page as the person who calculated Song Yu, this person could not only attract two second-rate martial artists to capture Song Yu, but also the leader of this gambling house, and his identity must not be simple.

Quan Anwu said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm just here to get justice for my son, and you're the owner of this gambling house?"

"Yes, I see that you also have the strength to enter the third rate, you work hard, face the loess and work for a year, and you can't earn fifty taels, as long as you are willing to work with me, I will give you thirty taels of silver in a month, to ensure that your father and son eat and drink spicy food every day, how about it?"

The man at the foot of the slope had a shrill voice, and the face of the monkey with a sharp mouth was full of mockery, as if the old peasant man would lie at his feet in a low voice in the next second, begging him to accept him, and thirty taels of silver was just a meal for the man at the foot of the slope.

With a cold snort, Quan Anwu then mocked:

"Shangguan Lu, only thirty taels of silver, and you want me to sell your life for you? I see that you have malaria, and your brain is not sober yet. ”

Hearing this rural hero say his name, Shangguan Lu's small eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he sensed that the sense of danger was gradually approaching, only to see him slowly retreat behind everyone, and said in a loud voice:

"Since you toast and don't eat and drink, then don't blame me for being ruthless, kill this person for me!"

After Shangguan Lu said that, he quickly turned around without hesitation and limped towards the inner courtyard of the gambling house.

The two sword-wielding young men immediately drew their swords, and the tips of their swords stabbed at Quan Anwu in unison.

"Did you run away!"

Seeing that Shangguan Lu wanted to escape, Quan Anwu no longer suppressed it, and all the internal forces were suddenly released, and a terrifying momentum burst out from his body, attacking Shangguan Lu who was about to escape.