No one answered their words.

These people in yellow robes just demolished almost all the houses in the Thirteen Banqiao Hutong, and then left quickly.

"It's from Jiaodong County. ”

In the dark night, many people watched the backs of those in yellow robes leaving.

Among the people who were kicked out of the thirteen Banqiao alleys, there were not only ordinary gamblers, but also some court officials who usually liked to play a few games and happened to try their luck in them.

The two court officials in civilian clothes squinted slightly at those in yellow robes, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"These people in Jiaodong County are acting too unruly, and they really want to teach a lesson. ”

"Lessons?"

A man in a dark robe walked from behind the two officials, and when he walked by their side, he lightly threw down a sentence: "They are not even afraid of the Nangong family, how many people in Changling are qualified to teach them?"

"Supervisor Meng!"

The two officials did not realize the existence of this person until the voice sounded, and as soon as their eyes swept over this person, their faces suddenly changed drastically, and at the same time they bowed in shock.

The man did not return the salute or even glance at the two officials.

He just walked on his way with great interest.

He is the head of the prison of the Divine Capital.

It stands to reason that he should know best how many cultivators there are in Changling City, and how many martial artists whose strength is very different from those ordinary characters in the rivers and lakes.

However, when Jiaodong County really showed its minions, he discovered that Jiaodong County hid many powers in Changling that he had not discovered before.

Of course, he smelled danger.

When the reform begins, any vested interest who is in a high position should feel in danger.

It's just that people like him are creatures that survive in danger.

He looked at the yellow-robed men and squinted his eyes slightly and laughed.

He is a man, but his eyebrows are very slender, and his teeth are extraordinarily white, which makes people feel a little demonic.

Any gate valve has something that distinguishes it from other gate valves, so Jiaodong County chose this unified yellow robe, what does this earthy yellow robe mean?

With your back to the loess and your face to the sky?

Jiaodong County is no more than Guanzhong, there is more sea than land.

Or is it ironic about all the magnates in Changling?

Because before that, almost all the magnates in Changling felt that the gate valves in Jiaodong County were just very rustic countrymen.

......

Attitude matters.

The night was long.

The night owl sat in a shop with a very bright lantern.

The shop was steaming hot, and large sections of pork leg bones were stewed in a large cauldron.

It's the only one of the few shops that still eats late at night.

This shop is actually not too far from the 13 Banqiao Hutong, and many ordinary porters and pawns do night work and carry goods on the docks, but even if they finish it in the middle of the night, the wages they get are not enough for them to eat and drink in this kind of shop, and they can eat a bowl of millet soup mixed with pork offal.

On weekdays, those who can come to this shop to eat meat and gnaw bones are gamblers who have good luck in those casinos, win money and are in a good mood.

But for those porters and pawns, this shop naturally has a great temptation.

For some people who can't get a foothold in Changling and are still hungry in the middle of the night, the aroma of meat wafting from this shop, the pot of boiling meat and bones, is the imagination and dream for a long time.

This was true for the night stalkers many years ago.

Even with his current status, he still remembered those hungry and cold nights many years ago, smelling the fragrance emanating from here, and how crazy every trace of flesh and blood in his body was.

So he would come here a lot of times to remind himself that if he wanted to gain a foothold in Changling, he needed such madness.

He saw the smoke and dust coming out of the Thirteen Banqiao Hutong.

Some dust even drifted over and fell into the soup in front of him.

Before that, one of his men had already arrived at him and told him what had happened.

Now in front of him, behind the pot of soup, there were more than a dozen people, all waiting for him to speak.

"Jiaodong County is rich, richer than I imagined, we smashed their shop, and they also smashed our shop, just to tell us that they are richer than we imagined. ”

The night owl picked up a bone, he didn't care about the tiny dust that fell in the soup at all, he gnawed it carefully, and then said: "It's nothing to lose some money, we can stand firm in Changling City, not because we have more money, but because we have enough dead brothers." ”

......

In the dark of the night, the door of a quiet courtyard was pushed open and then quickly closed.

Zheng Sleeve's figure appeared in the courtyard, and a maid quickly greeted her and handed her a towel that exuded heat.

She wiped her face, looked at Wang Jingmeng and Lin Cook, who were waiting for her in the courtyard, and said, "Many people will die in the next month, we have to be prepared." ”

"We have no interest in killing those characters. Lin Zhujiu looked at her and said.

That's not what it meant. ”

Zheng Sleeve looked at him and Wang Jingmeng, who had not yet spoken, and said, "The preparation I said is not a threat from the night owl, but from my family. ”

Wang Jingmeng and Lin Zhujiu frowned slightly, and they couldn't fully understand what she meant.

"No business is a gain and then a pay, no matter how much Jiaodong County loses, in my opinion, it is a price that can be afforded. Although Jiaodong County is monolithic, I am only the principal they have chosen, and if I act too drastically, some people will naturally criticize me. ”

Zheng Sleeve calmly raised his head and looked at the brightest stars in the night sky, "If someone criticizes, you must prepare to leave them speechless." ”

Wang Jingmeng understood what she meant, and asked seriously, "How much time is there?"

Zheng Sleeve said: "Two months at most." ”

Wang Jing thought for a moment and said, "It should be enough." ”