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

Deng Zhaolin sat upright on an imposing armchair, his face as dark as if covered with clouds and so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

Behind him, a group of subordinates gathered like a pack of wolves, with malicious eyes, staring straight at the people in the Red Blood Hall.

"Boss Deng, are you here because of what happened last night?"

A man with an ordinary appearance but a hint of cunning asked.

When Deng Zhaolin heard this, his anger was instantly ignited.

He slammed the armrest of the chair, and shouted angrily like a tiger rushing down a mountain, "Don't play dumb! How could I not recognize the work of the Red Blood Hall?"

The leader of the Red Blood Hall also has a hot temper.

Seeing Deng Zhaolin being so aggressive, he slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Deng Zhaolin's nose and shouting angrily.

"Mr. Deng, stop slandering me! We in the Red Blood Hall act uprightly and honestly. How could we do such despicable and shameless things!"

Seeing this, the men on both sides drew their weapons.

For a while, the sound of swords being unsheathed was heard in the hall, and the atmosphere was tense, as if a fight would break out at any time.

However, the plain-looking man was not moved at all.

He stretched out his hand, gently pressed down the weapon under his hand, bowed to Deng Zhaolin, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Boss Deng, we have just received the news about your gang. We hope you will accept my condolences."

He took a few steps forward and continued.

"If this was really done by our Red Blood Hall, how could we leave anyone alive?"

The Canglang Gang and the Chixuetang are the two most famous gangs in Yong'an City, so naturally they fight endlessly for territory.

But even so, both sides have bottom lines and rules.

Although there are fights on weekdays, they are mostly just competitions between subordinates, and it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing as making mortal enemies.

As a person who lives on the edge of a knife, how could he not understand the principle of cutting the grass at its roots?

If this was really done by the Red Blood Hall, they would never let Deng Zhaolin live, even if they let a hundred minions go.

The man's eyes sparkled: "Boss Deng is also a hero, don't let others use you as a knife."

At this time, Deng Zhaolin also calmed down a little.

He sat down again and began to think about the matter in his mind.

Having fought with the Red Blood Hall for so many years, he naturally understood the other party's methods and would never make such a low-level mistake.

"Last night, the leader of the Red Blood Hall and the Flying Eagle Gang were drinking at Suqinju and did not leave all night."

"If Gang Leader Deng doesn't believe me, everyone at Suqinju can testify for us."

Seeing that Deng Zhaolin still had a suspicious expression, the man threw out the evidence.

Seeing how confidently everyone in the Red Blood Hall swore, Deng Zhaolin realized that this incident was probably not done by them.

But if he retreats now, how will his gang members think of him? Will he still be qualified as the big brother?

Losing prestige in front of your subordinates is just a small matter.

If this incident caused me to fall out of favor with the third master of the Liu family, that would be a truly fatal matter.

Immediately he snorted coldly and put his hat on without saying anything.

"Even if this is the case, it doesn't mean that you have nothing to do with it. Today, the Red Blood Hall must give me an explanation no matter what!"

Seeing that Deng Zhaolin was determined to cause trouble, the leader of the Chixuetang was extremely angry.

"Damn it, Third Brother, I told you a long time ago not to waste your breath on these scumbags, but you just didn't believe me."

He suddenly stood up and picked up a pair of copper hammers in front of him.

"Since you don't trust us, why not just go all out and kill them!"

Deng Zhaolin's eyes lit up when he heard this and he burst into laughter.

"What, you don't plan to pretend anymore? Do you dare to attack me?"

"Without the Vajra Guardian and the Kui Monkey, who are you, Deng Zhaolin?"

The leader of the Red Blood Hall sneered.

At this time, Deng Zhaolin suddenly stood up and spread his hands, looking at Chixuetang and others with complete disdain and contempt in his eyes.

"Come on, if you dare to touch a hair on my body, will the Liu family let you go easily?"

Unexpectedly, the leader of the Red Blood Hall revealed a sly smile on his face.

"Do you really think that Yong'an City belongs to the surname Liu?!"

After saying that, he smashed the two hammers in his hands towards Deng Zhaolin.

When the copper hammer hit the ground, it brought up a gust of wind that seemed to overturn the entire hall.

In the past, the Red Blood Hall would have been somewhat concerned about the Liu family behind the Canglang Gang.

However, they have already climbed up the Wu family's thighs recently, so naturally they will not be afraid of the Liu family behind Deng Zhaolin.

Deng Zhaolin saw the pair of copper hammers as big as lanterns coming at him rapidly. He was so horrified that he dared not resist and had to dodge.

Although Deng Zhaolin was able to hide, the minions behind him were not that capable.

They usually show off their power and bully the unarmed people, but now they are completely thrown into disarray when faced with the unstoppable bronze hammer.

As the bronze hammer fell, a wailing sound was heard.

When the leader of the Red Blood Hall saw his copper hammer causing screams in the crowd, he couldn't help but reveal a grim smile on his face.

The two hammers in his hands swung faster and faster, and each swing was accompanied by a heavy sound of breaking through the air.

The minions of the Canglang Gang instinctively ran towards the exit, only to find that they had already been blocked by members of the Chixuetang Gang holding weapons.

For a while, screams and pleas for mercy were heard one after another.

Deng Zhaolin's face also changed drastically.

He dared to enter the Red Blood Hall because he had the support of the third master of the Liu family.

But no one expected that the Red Blood Hall would completely disregard the forces behind them and take action directly.

Deng Zhaolin didn't care about the lives of his men and ran away for his own life.

Even if he had to run away in fear, he still did not forget to make harsh remarks.

"Chixuetang, just wait for me. This matter will not end so easily!"

Deng Zhaolin fled the hall in a panic, but he was extremely angry.

He ran all the way but felt a chill on his back.

Looking back, I saw the leader of the Red Blood Hall holding a copper hammer, with a grim smile on his face, chasing after me at a rapid pace.

Deng Zhaolin thought to himself that something was not good and immediately sped up his escape.

Although his cultivation level was comparable to that of the leader of the Red Blood Hall, he just drank a lot of wine in Hua Man Lou last night.

In addition, he had been making love with that young girl for a whole night and had released all his energy into her body, resulting in him not having much strength in his body at the moment.

"Wine and sex have led me astray, wine and sex have led me astray!!"

Deng Zhaolin couldn't help but lament loudly in his heart.

He sped up and tried to escape, but the leader of the Red Blood Hall followed him closely.

The distance between the two men gradually shortened, and Deng Zhaolin could already feel the sharp aura emanating from the bronze hammer.

He made up his mind to fight to the death and turned around and swung his knife.

However, the leader of the Red Blood Hall seemed to have seen through his moves and easily dodged the blade while swinging a hammer at the same time.

The copper hammer drew an arc in the air and hit Deng Zhaolin's chest heavily.

Deng Zhaolin only had time to let out a scream before he flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but felt unbearable pain in his chest and a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The leader of the Red Blood Hall walked up to him and looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Deng Zhaolin was about to beg for mercy, but what responded to him was a pair of whistling hammers.

Pfft——!

With a dull thud, Deng Zhaolin's head exploded like a crushed watermelon, with red and white splattering all over the ground.