Ye Qingxin, "It’s said that the power behind Lord Long is the Wu Family, one of the eight great secular families, second only to the Xu Family."
"That explains how someone from the underworld can become the underground emperor of Jingdu!" Xu Wendong laughed as he lit a cigarette.
He was surrounded by many underworld people.
But without exception, the highest achievement of those underworld people was becoming the underground emperor of a province.
After all, without strong background relations, it was impossible to stand firm in a peaceful society.
However, with the relations of the Wu Family, everything made sense.
Xu Cong and others, looking exhausted, arrived at Meng Dalong’s villa.
They came here to seek reinforcements.
"A Cong, I heard you got beaten up?" Meng Dalong, wearing a pair of yellow shorts and barefoot, came downstairs.
Though he had reached the age of knowing his destiny, he maintained himself well, with muscular build all over.
With a head of black hair, he looked like he was in his thirties.
Xu Cong, tearfully, "Lord Long, we’ve embarrassed you, but this isn’t our fault!"
"If there’s blame, it should be on that guy’s strength, which was too strong. We couldn’t even fight back in front of him."
Lord Long, sitting on the sofa, lit a cigar, speaking in a flat tone, "Take your time, tell me what happened!"
"It happened ..." Xu Cong recounted how Tang Dong gambled away his daughter at the casino, and the situation when they went to get her back.
He exaggerated, "I told that young man we were your brothers, Lord Long, and that in Jingdu, you’re the supreme underground emperor."
"Guess what? He said that in his eyes, you’re just a worm, and if you dare show yourself, he can crush you with one foot!"
A distant voice suddenly came from outside, "I didn’t say such things, but everything you said is true."
"He’s indeed just a worm in my eyes."
Xu Cong felt a chill run down his spine with his scalp tingling.
Turning to the direction of the voice.
He saw Xu Wendong stroll leisurely inside with his hands in his pockets and an unlit cigarette in his mouth, accompanied by a stunningly beautiful woman with an ethereal temperament.
"Holy shit, are you out of your mind?" Xu Cong stared at Xu Wendong as if seeing a ghost, overwhelmed by panic.
He thought Xu Wendong would hurry out of Jingdu.
Anyone sane would not stay in Jingdu waiting to die.
But he never dreamed that not only did Xu Wendong not flee Jingdu, but he swaggered right up to Lord Long here.
If that’s not madness, then what is?
Seeing Xu Wendong brazenly appear at his home, Lord Long’s face was covered with veins, a strong killing intent rising in his heart, "Young man, you injured my brothers, and now you swagger into my house, are you challenging my dignity?"
Xu Wendong stopped three meters away from Lord Long, asking indifferently, "May I ask Lord Long, is it true that debts have origins and should the son pay for the father’s debts?"
Lord Long took a big drag on his cigar, showing a sinister smile, "Debts having origins, so what?"
"So what if the son pays the father’s debts?"
Xu Wendong, "If debts have origins, then Tang Dong should repay what he owes himself. If he can’t pay, he can pay with his life. I don’t care whether he lives or dies and will leave now."
Lord Long smacked his lips, "A gambler’s life is worthless to me!"
Then, with a twist, he smiled, asking, "I’m really curious, so what if the son pays the father’s debts?"
Xu Wendong, "Your life is also worthless to me!"
He didn’t like killing.
But if the other side insisted on such a course, he wouldn’t mind getting rid of them.
After all, in his heart, the safety of Auntie Wang and the others was more important than these people’s lives.
As soon as he said this, a thick layer of goosebumps rose on Xu Cong, who pointed at Xu Wendong, cursing angrily, "You punk, using that tone with Lord Long, are you tired of living?"
"Do you know how many people Lord Long has killed, more than the grains of salt you’ve eaten?"
With Xu Cong’s furious curses, a dozen or so middle-aged men filled with vital energy emerged in the villa, all of them Meng Dalong’s men, living together, protecting his safety.
And these people’s strength was not weak, all of them first-rate masters.
Two dark gun barrels aimed right at Xu Wendong and Ye Qingxin.
Lord Long watched Xu Wendong, half-smiling, "I haven’t seen such an arrogant person like you in many years."
"If I’m not mistaken, you should be someone with a bit of a reputation somewhere."
"An outsider like you should be more low-key when coming to Jingdu, coil like a dragon for me, crouch like a tiger for me, but you should not be so arrogant!"
"You also should not speak disrespectfully to me, or even disdain my existence."
Xu Wendong said indifferently, "I’ve always believed, only fearless talents cross the river!"
"Kneel down and talk to Lord Long."
A middle-aged man shouted, then with a quick step, appeared in front of Xu Wendong, raising a fist as large as a sandbag and swinging it directly.
She casually waved a hand.
Seemingly a light slap, but it sent the man flying several meters, smashing a fish tank to pieces, with the expensive dragonfish inside plopping on the floor, flapping around.
Watching his beloved dragonfish fall to the ground, Lord Long’s killing intent grew stronger, "I don’t care if you are dragons or tigers, if you provoke me, you will die!"
His voice was cold, radiating strong killing intent.
And with his command.
Those dozen or so first-rate masters all rushed towards Xu Wendong and Ye Qingxin, each holding a sharp dagger.
Yet Xu Wendong didn’t show any panic, instead taking out a lighter, lighting the cigarette in his mouth unhurriedly.
His nicotine craving wasn’t severe.
He could refrain from smoking after meals.
He could refrain from smoking after finishing a job.
All these he could control.
But there was one situation where he must light one.
That was a bloody occasion.
Because the cigarette’s smell could dilute the scent of blood.
Just as he took a puff of his cigarette, Ye Qingxin had also finished the fight, even though over a dozen middle-aged men with sharp weapons surrounded her.
But being an existence surpassing the great grandmaster, those people were just extras in her eyes.
Lord Long, sitting on the sofa, clapped, showing a playful smile, "No wonder you dared to find me so boldly, didn’t expect the beauty behind you to be a master!"
"But what if she’s a master?"
"Can she stop bullets?"
The two men holding guns decisively clicked off the safety, their faces wearing cold smiles.
Lord Long slowly stood up, his smile slowly fading, "If you two kowtow and apologize now, I might consider sparing you!"
"Otherwise, this time next year will be the day of your sacrifice!"