Everyone in the capital city knows that for a reason that no one knows, the Storm Pavilion has always been the most troublesome place in the city, and many shady things are dealt with here.

The Changle Gang is here.

Song Xiaoxiao's home is also here.

The slums of the capital are also here. From day to night, it is full of idlers walking the streets and alleys of small stalls and vendors, and it is not even quiet, so naturally there is no elegance to speak of. But tonight's Storm Pavilion is particularly quiet, so quiet that the sound of rain falling is like thunder, and so quiet that the cool breeze of summer night blows through the signs of dilapidated shops. From Hengsi Street to Hengyi Street, there are no passers-by walking in the rain, not even the sound of babies, and the alleys that deal with the unbearable things on weekdays have long been gone, as if except for the streets and alleys shrouded by wind and rain and slaughter, the rest do not exist, and they are so quiet that they are dead.

Walking from the alley just now to the Fengbo Pavilion, the distance was not too far, and the two people walked leisurely like a walking tourist, and it didn't take long to walk into this quiet street and dark alley.

The storm pavilion in front is hidden in the night, hidden in the wind and rain, and you can only vaguely see a dilapidated small pavilion, but you don't know how many enemies are also hidden inside and outside the storm in the night.

Wearing a black mask, carrying a spear on his back, holding an oil-paper umbrella, he walked behind Song Xiaoxiao honestly, and played the role of an assistant very well - at some point, he took over Song Xiaoxiao's umbrella.

Song Xiaoxiao walked with no eyes as always, even though the green shirt on her body was mostly wet by the rain falling from the oil-paper umbrella, there was still a faint smile on her face, which illuminated the stormy night outside the umbrella.

There was a dead silence around the dilapidated pavilion.

The people who were ambushed here didn't expect that there were no imaginary three thousand Qingyi brothers, only Lao Song, who was considered dead, and then took a silent teenager and broke in with the wind and rain as his companion.

After a long silence, it was determined that there were only two people, Lao Song and Luo Fan, and the enemy hidden in the night wind and rain no longer hid his whereabouts, with the continuous sound of footsteps, the snapping sound of the soles of shoes, and the friction of the sharp knife slowly pulling out the scabbard, hundreds of Jianghu men with solemn faces walked out of the alley from behind the pavilion from the side of the house.

Counting the dead grass, the old Song and Luo Fan stood not far from the dilapidated pavilion, quietly looking at the black crowd that came from all directions, Song Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, did not ask the young man behind him whether he was afraid of such a boring question, raised his arm and touched the rain on his face, pointed to a slightly chubby middle-aged man in the middle of the crowd and said:

"This person's name is Master Li, he is the head of Nancheng, and the bald head next to him is called Zhang Tietou, Master Li is Zhang Tietou's eldest brother, and Zhang Tietou is said to be the second prince's person."

As the middle-aged man in the green shirt raised his arm, the crowd besieging him on a rainy night suddenly burst into a commotion, and the expressions of the men who stood in the front row to show their bravery to their boss were slightly stiff.

Subconsciously, Qi Qi took a step back. Luo Fan stood behind him, quietly watching this scene, and roughly understood the status of the Changle Gang in the dark night world of the capital, and understood what kind of deterrent power these five words of dead grass and old Song had in the hearts of these people in the rivers and lakes.

The Emperor of the Dark World is also a king.

Song Xiaoxiao smiled, did not say anything to ridicule the other party, pointed to a thin and tall man on the east side and said, Xicheng is in charge, there are many men under his hands, and on weekdays, there are many brothers under my hands who are close to him.

Then he looked at the crowd standing in a small circle behind the pavilion, frowned slightly, and said: "Those are all Xia Hou's people, relying on Xia Hou's relationship on weekdays, they are extremely unruly, and I am extremely disgusted." These are all retired from the city gate army, and there is some real kung fu under my hands, so I am naturally not afraid of him, but I usually give him some face. What's even more troublesome is that the freight routes I manage have never paid tribute to them, so the city gate army has a lot of opinions about me and killed them all, I don't know if the city gate army will be stupid enough to continue to make trouble. ”

In the wind and rain of the summer night, hundreds of underworld figures in the capital gathered around the Fengbo Pavilion in order to besiege and kill him, the leader of the Changle Gang, the leader of the Changle Gang, and the night emperor in the capital. However, in the face of this situation, he introduced to Luo Fan very gently which characters came tonight, and all of them were missing, and he seemed extremely patient, or more confident.

Luo Fan lowered his voice and said: "It's okay to play with the introduction, but don't introduce me, these are all big names in the dark society of the capital, if you know my identity, how will I mix in the capital in the future?"

"After tonight, these people will not be killed, but they will probably be killed. Counting the dead grass looked at the crowd in the dark night, and said calmly: "In that case, why are you still afraid of them. ”

Luo Fan held an umbrella, looked at his back, and explained very seriously: "I'm not afraid of killing, but I'm afraid of trouble." ”

Just as the two of them were talking softly under the umbrella, the crowd on a rainy night finally couldn't bear the humiliation of the other party's disregard for the heroes of the capital. After several discussions, he forcibly pushed out Nancheng Master Li to speak as a representative.

At the moment, although looking at the dead grass Lao Song is bound to die, but he has not seen this person close his eyes with his own eyes, and still no one dares to be presumptuous in front of the other party, and the same is true of Master Li in Nancheng. But at this time, he has the most people, and he is most pressed by the Changle Gang on weekdays, so he can't say anything if he doesn't come forward.

"Grain relief, warehouse transfer, logistics support of the military department, guarding the periphery of the household treasury, the most lucrative secret work of our Daqin, all these years have been occupied by your Changle Gang, and you don't even take out a little clear soup to share the benefits of the brothers, the Holy Son of Heaven is in power, is there really such a truth in this world?"

Master Li of Nancheng looked at Song Xiaoxiao coldly and said: "You should know very well what it means to be angry, in the past, all the brothers of the family looked at your Changle Gang's time-honored brand and respected you for three points, since the court is going to clean you up now, but you still don't want to enter the oil and salt, then don't blame us for being unkind to you." ”

"The cultural level of the people in the rivers and lakes is naturally not high, so they only have this sentence over and over again, in the early years, I needed to come forward to negotiate with people in person, and this kind of talk is really calloused. ”

Song Xiaoxiao stood under the umbrella, looked at the talkative Nancheng Master Li, smiled and said softly. Naturally, he didn't say these words to the other party, but to the Luo Fan behind him.

Seeing that he despised him so much, Master Li's face became extremely ugly, and he slapped the crutches in his hand and shouted: "The Changle Gang is known as the three sons of the green shirt, but you and I both know that there are less than 200 people who dare to fight for you, and now, your most capable brothers are all suppressed in the army by the nobles, I want to see how you get out tonight?"

Song Xiaoxiao looked at his slightly twitching fat face, and said with a smile: "I have dominated these businesses for so many years, so naturally I have the qualifications to dominate." No matter if any of you are capable of dominating these businesses, you will not dare to eat them even if they are placed in front of you. ”

"You don't have to test whether I have a backhand, I can tell you that none of the Changle Gang brothers will come to the surrounding area of the Storm Pavilion, and Zhao Laosi did not appear here, don't you feel strange? ”

As these words resounded around the dilapidated kiosk, the crowd suddenly became more agitated in the rain. They besieged Song Xiaoxiao here and sent people to follow them, who knows, Song Xiaoxiao used herself as bait to lure them here, but they sent the remaining forces of the Changle Gang to their lair.

"Woe to your wife and children" The man shouted and reprimanded after the retreat of the city gate army, "Song Xiaoxiao, you deceive people too much. ”

Song Xiaoxiao's face was slightly cold, and then he shook his head and said, "You are all besieging me at my doorstep, if I don't disperse the family members early, this will not be considered a disaster to the family, but don't worry, I don't plan to kill you at your own door, so that your parents, wives and children are heartbroken." ”

After a slight pause, he looked at the crowd and said calmly: "But after tonight, don't think about having a home in the capital." ”

Don't think you still have a home in the capital.

A simple sentence suddenly appeared in the minds of everyone in the audience - counting the five words of the dead grass Lao Song is a promise of faith, he said that if he doesn't move everyone's relatives, he will definitely not move - but on a cold and rainy night, the old father, old mother, sick wife and children at home were rudely kicked out of the house, and then the house and shop that he had been running for many years were turned into rubble by those green shirts of the Lele Gang, who could accept that such a thing happened to him?

Nancheng Old Man Li's fat face twitched again, the umbrella he held under his hand did not cover all the rain, this convulsion actually popped out a few raindrops on the flesh, he said in a cold voice: "There is no house to rise again, and there is no way to relive when a person dies, as long as you kill you and count it as a dead grass Lao Song, the rivers and lakes will be different from now on, and the entire capital will ...... It's ours!"

"The capital will always belong to His Majesty the Emperor. Song Xiaoxiao sneered slightly, looked down at the saber on her waist, raised her head and showed a heart-wrenching smile, and said, "Speaking of killing me, have you ever seen me make a move?"

Luo Fan behind him put away the oil-paper umbrella and threw it at his feet, raising the spear with his right hand that stretched out to his back and pointed diagonally at the rain clouds.

Song Xiaoxiao slowly reached out and held the hilt of the sword on his waist, and at the moment when his slender fingers held the hilt of the sword stained with rain, he saw that the green shirt on his body shook slightly, and countless raindrops were bounced down into fine gouache, like a misty fog.

The middle-aged man with a gentle smile suddenly became murderous, as if he had become another person, and the cold rain around him seemed to feel something, swaying and tilting silently, and no drop dared to put on that green shirt.

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