Zilong walked around Hongcheng for a while, and then plunged into the largest restaurant in Hongcheng, Xiaoxiang Restaurant.

Zilong thought about the place where the most likely thing to encounter Feng Wanqian in Hongcheng was this Xiaoxiang Restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, a waiter came to Zilong with a smile on his face.

"Dare you ask how many levels of entertainment are you going to?"

Zilong was a little confused: "What, is there a difference?"

Judging from Zilong's appearance, the waiter knew that it was his first time to come to this Xiaoxiang Restaurant. He also looked at his conversation and clothes. The waiter immediately treated Zilong as an outsider's rich child and enthusiastically introduced to him:

"Young Master doesn't know anything. Our Xiaoxiang Restaurant has six floors in total. The lower two floors are a normal place to eat. The middle two floors are a place to listen to music and watch operas and enjoy people. The upper three floors are..."

"What's wrong with the third floor?" Zilong asked curiously.

"Hehe, it's a place of wind, flowers, snow and moon." The waiter smiled and said tactfully.

Zilong then understood it. He smiled and shook his head, then described Feng Wanqian's dress to the waiter, and began to inquire about it.

"We have too many guests in our restaurant every day. The young man can't say whether he is in the store or not. Is the young master here to find someone?"

After waved his hand, Zilong said, "Forget it, don't care about him. You can find me a seat on the two floors. If you have good wine and good food, give me a table first."

"Okay!"

Zilong sat down at a table at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor. The waiter brought good wine and food, and Zilong enjoyed it alone.

Although Changbang Zongtang is not short of good wine and good food, being in it always brings a sense of oppression to Zilong. A lot of problems that need to be dealt with are in front of you, so Zilong cannot eat well and sleep well. How can you be free and comfortable here and you don’t need to think about anything.

Just when Zilong was having a small wine and eating small meat, three men passed by the stairs and walked up to the higher floor next to Zilong.

Zilong naturally didn't care about these people, but one of the three men was surprised when he accidentally glanced at Zilong.

This strong man was born with a big figure, with a tiger back and a bear waist. His figure was already very scary, and the two scars on his face were even more daunting. The two scars on the man's face were only two inches long, and the other stretched across the entire face, extending from above the man's left eyebrow to the right side of his lips, as if it was a sword, which was so terrifying.

"Good boy, I actually met you here. I have no chance of Han Mo's sword revenge. Grandpa, I will definitely get it back..."

This man was the Xiu Bandit that Zilong met in the drought desert. At that time, five Xiu Bandits, including this man, intercepted Zilong halfway and wanted to steal Zilong's storage ring, but Zilong was beaten to death.

Four of the five cultivators died. Under the deadly sandstorm that suddenly came from the drought desert, the scar man survived by chance. The sword creation on his face that crossed the entire face was left by Zilong's sword energy at that time.

The scar man's companion seemed to have noticed the scar man's strange face, so he asked him: "Brother Qiang, what's wrong?"

"I've met an enemy." The scared man known as Brother Qiang snorted coldly.

"Do you want to fuck him?" A man looked cruel.

"Forget it, let's do the job first."

The scar man remembered Zilong's location and quietly took everyone upstairs.

Just when Zilong was happy, the scar man had already arrived at a luxurious stand on the sixth floor with two other men.

The view of this stand is excellent, and you can clearly see the performing actors on the stage below. At this time, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a small piece of pockmark on his face was sitting on a chair, while enjoying the fragrant tea while listening to the humming tunes on the stage with conscious care.

It was not until the Scar man and others came beside him that the middle-aged man turned around and looked at the three of them. He made a gesture and invited the Scar man and others to sit down and watch the show together.

Seeing the scar on the face of the man with scar, the middle-aged man laughed and said, "Zhang Qiang, why? Who has cut you again? It's so cruel."

Zhang Qiang smiled and said to Zhi in a faint tone: "I went to the dala a few days ago and had some lottery."

Zhang Qiang obviously didn't want to say anything more to the Scar man on this issue, so he asked straight to the point:

"Brother Sun, just say it, what is your purpose of summoning our brothers?"

"Someone wants to drive your brother Sun out of Hongcheng, so I asked me for help." The middle-aged man's eyes were on the stage, a female actor with thick makeup but graceful figure, with a hint of hotness in her eyes, but she said lightly.

"Oh? There are still people in Hongcheng who dare not be able to get along with Brother Sun?" Zhang Qiang smiled, confused, and was more of a touch of playfulness.

This middle-aged man is Sun Mazi, the boss of Hongcheng Mu Gang.

"Not in the past, but one just popped up recently." Sun Mazi replied.

"Don't you care about Boss Yan and Boss Yang?" Zhang Qiang knew that the three elder brothers in Hongcheng were all wearing pairs of pants.

"Yan Zheng is dead, and the Whale Sea Gang no longer exists. As for Yang Ye, like me, he is also facing the situation of being driven out of Hongcheng. The person who wanted to drive me and Yang Ye away was to kill Yan Zheng, replace the Whale Sea Gang, and establish a young man named Zhao Cirong."

Sun Mazi's words scared Zhang Qiang. He was not from Hongcheng, but he had some interaction with Sun Mazi, so he was summoned to help with a lot of money. However, he never expected that in just a few months, Hongcheng would have undergone such a drastic change.

"Where did Zhao Cirong come out? I have never heard of it before?" Zhang Qiang frowned.

"Don't worry about this. I'm summoning you for one thing. I'll ask you to take someone to assassinate Zhao Cirong!" As he said that, Sun Mazi suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Qiang, with a fierce look like a beast in his eyes.

However, Zhang Qiang is not stupid either. Yan Zheng, the middle-level king of the fifth level, was killed by this young man named Zhao Cirong. He, an intermediate cultivator who had just become the early-level king of the fifth level, would not only go to die.

"Brother Sun, aren't you cheating on me, right?" Zhang Qiang's eyes revealed vigilance. Sun Mazi naturally knew what Zhang Qiang was worried about, so he comforted him: "Zhang Qiang, don't worry, Zhao Cirong is just a 17 or 18-year-old boy, not much threat. As for Yan Zheng's death, I guess it was Yan Zheng. Geng Tai and the others joined forces to kill him, and Zhao Cirong only ended his life. The most powerful thing about Zhao Cirong is that he has many capable people, but I can find a way to create opportunities for you. Once Zhao Cirong has no guards around him and has a single order, it will be a great opportunity to take action."

Looking at Zhang Qiang who frowned and thought without answering, Sun Mazi hummed in his heart, "What are you pretending to be deep? Isn't it just to ask me to increase my reward? It's true that it's the life of the bandit."

"I'll double the reward for you." Even though he knew that Zhang Qiang was waiting for him here, Sun Mazi gritted his teeth and gave him the reward.

If Zhao Cirong is not eliminated, he will not be able to stay in Hongcheng.

Yang Ye went to invite poor masters to help, and there was no news for a while. Seeing that the ten-day period was about to come, Sun Mazi was a little anxious. He didn't want to be swept out of Hongcheng by Zhao Cirong, so he made a small plan and prepared to let outsiders like Zhang Qiang and others assassinate Zhao Cirong. Even if the action failed, it had nothing to do with him.

And when Sun Mazi reported twice the reward, Zhang Qiang immediately showed a cunning smile like a fox:

"Brother Sun, let me leave this matter. One of my two brothers is the early fifth-level king like me, and the other is the middle-level king of the fifth-level king. The three of us work together. As long as we have a little chance, we will definitely teach Zhao Cirong to die without a burial place."

"That's great." Sun Mazi smiled. Although Zhang Qiang is very greedy, he had to admit that Zhang Qiang's three people are still very strong. Even if they are at this point, even their Mu Gang must deal with them with caution.

"By the way, do you have the portrait of Zhao Cirong?" Zhang Qiang suddenly remembered something and asked Sun Mazi.

"It's been prepared for you a long time ago." Sun Mazi immediately handed a portrait to Zhang Qiang.

However, when Zhang Qiang opened the portrait and saw the person on the painting, his face stopped first, and then he showed a cold smile.

Seeing this, Sun Mazi asked curiously: "Why, do you know this Zhao Cirong?"

"This sword inspiration on my face was hurt by this kid." Zhang Qiang's eyes were cold.

"Then your business is really profitable. Not only did you take a lot of money, but you also avenged yourself." Sun Mazi smiled. If he had known that Zhang Qiang and Zhao Cirong had a grudge, he would never have given twice the reward. But it would be too late to say anything now. The words said were like water splashed out. Although they were mixed in the underworld, there was still some self-discipline.

Looking at Sun Mazi's look of losing money, Zhang Qiang chuckled and said, "Brother Sun, I will let you know soon that your money is not unfair."

"You are very confident." Sun Mazi glanced at Zhang Qiang. He just tried with a try-making attitude. If Zhang Qiang and others killed Zhao Cirong, there would be no need to be so troublesome in the future. But he didn't want to see Zhang Qiang underestimating the enemy so much, because he knew it was not easy to catch Zhao Cirong alone.

"Of course I am confident, because Zhao Cirong is downstairs at this time, and he is alone!" A cold curve appeared on the corner of Zhang Qiang's mouth.
Chapter completed!