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Feiyun Tower, elegant room.

Chen Fugui and Old Mu were drinking and having fun.

These two old guys hadn't had enough to drink at the martial arts hall, so they went to Feiyun Tower to drink.

Chen Heng opened his cheeks and showed off the food in his mouth.

He can't do it without eating. His current physical exertion is really too great.

In addition to the normal three meals a day, he also eats three pounds of beef, six pounds of white rice and four or five fish every day.

That's just enough to eat.

Especially on days without Lianxue Powder, Chen Heng was hungry every day.

Even if you drink qi and blood decoction, it won't have much effect. You still have to eat a lot of food.

If Chen Fugui wasn't rich enough, he wouldn't be able to support him.

Chen Heng eats more in one meal than an average person would eat in two days.

"Fat Chen, according to what you said, your family has offended the White Tiger Hall, so let your son find a way to join the Suzaku Hall."

After three rounds of drinking, Chen Fugui and Old Man Mu both got a little drunk.

"The master of the Vermillion Bird Hall has always been at odds with the White Tiger Hall."

"It just so happens that your son also killed the second master of Baihu Hall. This is a great achievement for Zhuque Hall!"

"Besides, your son is very powerful. He will at least be a deacon after joining the Suzaku Hall."

"I think so too, but the Wuling Gang is not accessible to people like me." Chen Fugui took a bite of food.

"That's true." Old Man Mu nodded, quite agreeing with Chen Fugui's words.

"Hey, if you can really join the Suzaku Hall, our Mu family can also enjoy the blessings with you."

What Old Man Mu said is indeed correct. The Wuling Gang can be called the emperor of the earth in Qiyang City.

Except for the capital, Daliang is still under control, and other states and counties are basically in a state of autonomy.

The emperor is fatuous, the civil servants are causing trouble in the court, and the generals are relying on their own troops.

This is the best description of Daliang Kingdom now.

Not to mention other towns, just take Qiyang City as an example.

The city lord basically does nothing except plundering the Kuhaha people for their money.

All major and minor matters in Qiyang City are basically managed by the Wuling Gang.

It is not entirely correct to say that the Wuling Gang is a gang. It is considered a gray gang.

Do both good things and bad things.

There are no taboos in doing anything.

"Fat Chen, I still suggest you find a way to join the Five Spirits Gang." Putting down his wine glass, Old Man Mu advised him earnestly.

"Not to mention other things about the Wuling Gang, they have the most advanced martial arts in the northwest."

"There is also the internal skill that the Wuling Gang majors in, the Wuling Gong."

"For the sake of your son's martial arts path, you have to find a way."

"That makes sense." Chen Fugui nodded, but looked a little depressed.

Although he is relatively rich, you can't buy advanced martial arts and internal skills with money.

"Well, let me find a way to see if I can help you get on this line."

Old Man Mu thought for a while and said.

"Thank you very much..."

Before Chen Fugui could finish the polite words below, there was a commotion on the first floor of Feiyun Building.

"The Five Spirits are helping the White Tiger Hall to do some work! The rest of the people are waiting to get out of the way!"

With this voice, all the guests on the first floor ran away.

Chen Heng raised his head and put down the half-eaten roast chicken.

"Dad, you and Uncle Mu come behind me." As the footsteps got closer, Chen Heng was sure that these people were here to find him.

dong dong dong.

"May I ask if it's Chen Heng, Mr. Chen?" The door of Yajian's room was pushed open, and a strong man in the lead hugged Chen Heng's fists.

"White Tiger Hall?" Chen Heng couldn't handle this group of people.

You are gangsters, shouldn't you break in the door, scream loudly, and then get beaten up by me?

Why are you so polite?

"Our hall master invites Mr. Chen to come to the White Tiger Hall to talk." The members of the White Tiger Hall just stood at the door without coming in, waiting for Chen Heng's reply.

"What's the matter?" Chen Heng sat on the sandalwood chair and looked at the man, with his right hand already touching the black sword.

"We don't know that. Our brothers are just messengers." The members of the White Tiger Hall shook their heads.

"Master Chen, please give me a reply so that I can go back and resume my life."

"Let's go." Chen Heng picked up the black sword and stood up.

"Son..." Chen Fugui wanted to stop Chen Heng, but he pushed him back to his seat.

"I'll be right back." Chen Heng gave Chen Fugui a reassuring look.

"Let's go." Chen Heng followed the members of the White Tiger Gang and left Feiyun Tower.

Chen Fugui and Old Mu quickly stuck their heads out of the window and watched Chen Heng get on a carriage engraved with the White Tiger Hall logo.

"Don't look away. It seems that this posture is not looking for trouble." Old Man Mu patted Chen Fugui on the shoulder.

"I hope so." Chen Fugui looked sad.

I didn't expect that Baihutang would come to my door so quickly.

......

In the carriage, Chen Heng closed his eyes and rested.

Sitting directly opposite him was the gangster who came to deliver the message.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped.

"Mr. Chen, please get out of the car." A member of the gang opened the carriage door.

"Thank you." Chen Heng opened his eyes and stepped out of the carriage.

After getting off the carriage, the first thing you see is a giant gambling house.

Fortune Square.

The name is very rustic, but it fits the place very well.

At first glance, this gambling house has four floors and covers an area of ​​at least three to four hundred meters.

"Master Chen, please, our hall master is waiting for you inside."

At the entrance of the gambling house, a boy came up to him and led Chen Heng into the gambling house.

As soon as I entered the gambling house, I was greeted by the sounds of shouting and the collision of dice.

Gambling tables of various sizes filled the entire first floor, and gamblers of all kinds shouted loudly to raise their bets.

Those who don’t know better think that the louder their voices are, the more they win.

Under the leadership of the servant, Chen Heng walked through the noisy hall and came to a quiet place.

"Mr. Chen, our hall master is waiting for you in front. My status is too low to go in."

The boy bowed respectfully and left.

Chen Heng was left standing in front of the iron door.

Pushing open the iron door, Chen Heng walked in.

Inside the iron gate is a staircase going down, about a hundred steps.

Contrary to the noisy environment outside, it became extremely quiet behind the iron gate.

Walking down, there is a strong gang member guarding every dozen steps.

Arriving at the bottom floor, Chen Heng saw a middle-aged man with gray hair at a glance.

"Coming?" The middle-aged man waved to Chen Heng and handed him a cup of tea.

"Are you the master of the White Tiger Hall?" Chen Heng took the tea and took a sip without caring whether it was poisonous or not.

"Exactly." The leader of the White Tiger Hall nodded.

"My name is Qi Longhu, and I am the leader of the White Tiger Hall, the fifth hall of the Wuling Gang."

"I came to see you today because I have something to discuss."

"What's the matter?" Chen Heng put down the tea cup and tightened his grip on the black sword.

This is the time to see and see!

"Are you willing to join my White Tiger Hall?"

"If you are willing, would you be satisfied with the position of deacon?"

Qi Longhu also put down his tea cup, raised his head and looked at Chen Heng.

"?" Three question marks appeared on Chen Heng's head.

"I remember, don't we have a grudge?"

"I was the one who killed that second master of your Baihu Hall?"

"Why are you still getting married with me?"