I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Everyone in Yong'an City knows one thing.

That is, he would rather have some disputes with the petty officials in the yamen than offend the children of the three major families of Liu, Wu and Wang.

Although those petty officials received salaries from the government, they did not have much real power, so even if they were provoked, it would not cause too much trouble.

However, the three families of Liu, Wu and Wang are completely different.

In Yong'an City, they are the ones who have the final say.

If anyone accidentally bumps into them, they might not even know how they died, and would end up in an unclear situation.

Three years ago, a knight from another place, just because he could not stand the evil deeds of the Wang family members oppressing the people, he was indignant and took action to stop them.

But who would have thought that the knight's body was found in the river the next day, apparently he had died a violent death.

Even though the sect behind the knight was quite powerful, it was no match for the might of this local tyrant, and in the end the matter was left unresolved.

Even the county magistrate of Yong'an City had to bow his head and speak respectfully in front of these three masters.

Although the county magistrate is the person in charge of Yong'an City on the surface, everyone knows that the three families of Liu, Wu and Wang are the ones who truly control Yong'an City.

In the side hall of the Liu family.

Deng Zhaolin, the leader of the Canglang Gang, changed his previous ferocious look and put on a well-behaved and ingratiating expression. He stood in the hall tensely, not daring to breathe.

Sitting on the main seat in front of him was a middle-aged man.

The man was about forty years old, with a fair complexion, no beard or beard, and had the elegant temperament of a scholar.

He sat there without saying a word, but he had an air of majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.

At this time, Deng Zhaolin carefully took a brocade box from the hand of the attendant behind him, and then respectfully presented it to the middle-aged man.

"Third Master, I specially prepared this generous gift for you. This is a rare medicinal herb that I spent a lot of money to buy from Luyang Prefecture. I specially present it to you, Third Master, to show my respect for you."

After saying this, he gently opened the brocade box.

Suddenly, a strong and fresh aroma of medicinal herbs wafted out, like a spring breeze blowing on your face, making you feel relaxed and happy.

The fragrance was rich yet elegant, as if carrying a magical power that instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Even the always calm and composed Third Master Liu Chuanxian was attracted by the aroma of the medicine, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the brocade box.

"I know that the Third Master is busy with family affairs during the day, and I dare not disturb him, so I specially chose this time to come and pay my respects. I hope the Third Master will forgive me."

As Deng Zhaolin spoke, he rubbed his hands and forced a flattering and ingratiating smile on his face.

If the minions under his command saw their usually majestic leader in such a servile state, they would probably be so shocked that their jaws would drop.

After all, in front of his gang members, Deng Zhaolin always showed himself to be ferocious and ferocious. When had they ever seen him look so servile and fawning?

Liu Chuanxian looked at the medicinal herbs carefully and a satisfied smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

He also realized that this medicinal herb was by no means an ordinary one. It was at least two or three hundred years old and was extremely rare.

"Yes, Gang Leader Deng is thoughtful."

Deng Zhaolin was overjoyed when he received the praise, as if he had picked up a treasure, and immediately knelt on the ground to express his loyalty.

"I am where I am today thanks to the Third Master's promotion and appreciation. As long as the Third Master gives the order, I am willing to go through fire and water for you without hesitation!"

However, Liu Chuanxian just glanced at him indifferently, with a look of lack of interest on his face.

He waved his hand as if to shoo away an annoying fly: "Okay, okay, there's no need to say these polite words anymore."

As he said this, he closed the brocade box with a "click" and told the housekeeper to put it away.

Then he glanced at Deng Zhaolin who was kneeling on the ground and said indifferently, "It's late today, you should leave."

Upon hearing this, Deng Zhaolin kowtowed several times and then retreated respectfully.

After leaving the Liu family residence, Deng Zhaolin seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Brother, that black gold dendrobium is three hundred years old. If you boil it into medicine and take it, you will be able to break through to a new realm. Why are you willing to give it to the third master of the Liu family?"

One of his trusted subordinates couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart when he thought about giving away the medicinal herbs that were worth thousands of gold.

Such precious medicinal materials are extremely rare, not to mention in a small Yong'an City, even in the prosperous Luyang Prefecture.

If it were put up for auction, I'm afraid countless people would rush to grab it. If you're lucky, it's possible to sell it for tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Deng Zhaolin's smile suddenly disappeared when he heard this.

He turned around and slapped the man on the head without saying a word.

"Idiot! You know nothing!"

Deng Zhaolin's tone was full of contempt and dissatisfaction.

How could he not understand this truth?

But he knew that even if he had surpassed the innate realm, he would be nothing more than a slightly larger ant in front of the three masters of Yong'an City.

In this world, whoever has the bigger fist, the more weight his words carry.

But the prerequisite is that you can single-handedly trample everyone under your feet.

Deng Zhaolin understood that even if a strong man from the Xiantian realm came to Yong'an City, he would not be able to cause any trouble, let alone a mere Xiantian realm master.

"It's useless to talk to you pig-like idiots. If it happens again, don't blame me for turning my back on you!"

Deng Zhaolin slapped the subordinate again, making him dizzy and disoriented.

"Brother, what you said is absolutely right. We are all ignorant and rough people. It is only by following you that we have achieved our current status."

At this time, another confidant smiled flatteringly and changed the subject.

"By the way, big brother, there are a few new chicks in Hua Man Lou today, and they are waiting for you."

When Deng Zhaolin heard this, a lustful gleam flashed in his eyes.

He reached out and pinched the back of the confidant's neck, chuckling, "Old Six still understands me the best."

After that, a group of people surrounded Deng Zhaolin and walked towards Hua Manlou.

After fighting all night, the men left the brothel at noon the next day.

On the way back to the manor, everyone laughed and made dirty jokes from time to time.

Deng Zhaolin, who was reminiscing about last night's incident with his men, suddenly had a stern look in his eyes.

"wrong!"

The rest of the people didn't react and looked confused.

But Deng Zhaolin didn't explain much. He took a step forward several feet and left everyone behind.

When he was still more than a hundred meters away from the manor, a pungent, disgusting and strong smell of blood entered his nose.

When they saw the bodies lying all over the ground, they all showed anger on their faces.

“Who did this—?!”

Deng Zhaolin's eyes widened with anger and he let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with rage and murderous intent.