Chapter 3 third quarter

The rectangular plaque had been burned in the huge furnace for a long time, and the six characters at the bottom had already been charred, and only the blackened "Fengyi" characters were still visible in the raging fire. The fire light reflected in Mu Tianyang's eyes.His stout body was sitting on a big chair, with two powerful palms, he was holding a wine glass made of horns on his right, and on his left was hugging a beautiful curly-haired, curly-haired alien beauty with big breasts, slender waist, long legs, and white skin.Looking at the raging flames, he took a sip of his wine and smiled with satisfaction.

The heat from the stove adds to the atmosphere in the lobby.More than 30 people ate and drank to their heart's content, and some gathered around to fight wine with dice.Most of them were Mu Tianyang's subordinates, while the rest were the leaders of neighboring bandits and private lords.The lively atmosphere of the banquet completely isolated the early winter wind and snow from the building that used to be the "Fengyi Longya Zhouwei Branch". Twenty or thirty large oilcloth packages were stacked in the corner of the hall, revealing the smell of sea salt from a distant place.The "Feng" seal originally affixed to the package has been torn off, and the goods have now become Mu Tianyang's private property.

A middle-aged man whose stature was only half that of Mu Tian's raised approached, his eyes couldn't help aiming at the cleavage of the alien beauty's half-exposed fox fur, and then he restrained his expression. "The shopkeeper—no, the boss..." The man couldn't change his address for many years, and stuck out his tongue—fortunately, Mu Tianyang didn't show any displeasure. "...Although there are quite a lot of salt in this batch, after they are sold... how can we find new sources of salt?" Yazhouwei is close to the northern customs, and it is located in the most remote place in the private salt trafficking network of the whole country. There is no rock salt production nearby. For more than ten years, it has relied on "Feng Yilong" to import salt from distant sea salt production areas—but Precisely because of the difficult and long journey, the interest rate of private salt is also extremely high.

Mu Tianyang took another sip of wine. "Hmph, as long as it's a profitable place, are you afraid that no one will come to deliver the goods? Even 'Feng Yilong' can continue to transport salt. It's just that the bulk goods are distributed here, and our 'Ya Gang' will be contracted instead. " "Guangzhu, do you think...the people in the capital...will compromise so easily?..." "'Feng Yilong' is no longer the old 'Feng Yilong'." Mu Tianyang grinned, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth, and his left hand excitedly squeezed the beautiful woman's plump buttocks.The beauty, who couldn't understand their words at all, endured the pain, blushing on her face.

The two "patron saints" of "Feng Yilong": Rong Yushan, the "big sacrificial wine" and Pang Wenying, the "second sacrificial wine", passed away within less than three years. Regarding the news of Rong Yushan's "death of illness", the leaders of many branches in other places They didn't believe it; Boss Han abdicated immediately and was replaced by Zhang Shuai; the two new "sacrificial wines" Meng Zhen and Mao Gonglei, although both descendants of the famous "Six Cups of Sacrificing Wine", belonged to the direct line. But in the past ten years or so, I have never heard of any merits of these two people...

"Feng Yilong", such a huge underworld organization, only relies on one thing to maintain: "authority". "Authority" is a very delicate thing.To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a belief, or a fear.At its strongest, it can drive the obedient to sacrifice their lives for honor; but as soon as a crack appears, it can collapse and disappear in the hearts of people in an instant. Now the capital "Feng Yilong" has undergone earth-shaking power changes, and "authority" has also been shaken.Men who walk in the underworld are not law-abiding guys.Especially cadre-level figures, they are very aware of how huge huge profits flow in the private salt network of "Feng Yilong". The rope of "authority" is slightly loosened, and greed and ambition are like hungry beasts out of the cage.

Mu Tianyang wasn't worried at all.As far as he knows, the shopkeepers of three or four nearby branches have already set up their own businesses.He believes that this eccentricity will only continue to spread over time. Mu Tianyang didn't think it was a "betrayal". The tiger "Feng Yilong" is sick and can no longer swallow such a large piece of fat. Of course, the unfinished meat will be shared by wild wolves.This is the law of nature. "Xiao Zhang..." Mu Tianyang stared at the middle-aged man—his confidant Zhang Wenyuan. "...What are you afraid of? The general situation has changed. Only a fool would sit still and watch the money slip away from his hand... so timid, how can you be my second in command?..." He pointed at him with his wine glass. Guests in the hall. "Look, Mai Huo, Dao Scar, Sadoer, these local strongmen have all decided to ride on the same boat with me, what can the people in Kyoto do..."

The flames of the stove suddenly flickered violently. It was the cold wind blowing in from the open door. The whole hall suddenly fell silent. Mao Gonglei was the first to enter the gate.His curly hair was covered with snowflakes, and his upper body was only wearing a snow-white wolf fur vest, exposing shoulders as strong as two big stones.With his left hand holding a hemp cloth bag behind his back, he strode to the center of the hall with a smile, as if walking in his own home. Behind him were seven or eight men, all carrying sticks and sharp knives. Mu Tianyang was stunned.what happened?Xing Ziwai obviously sent 20 to 30 guards, plus a few bandit leaders to help him...

"You don't recognize me, do you?" Mao Gonglei smiled kindly, but stared at Mu Tianyang like a wild wolf. It turned out that a man with a scar on his face sitting at the dining table stood up, spit on the ground first, and looked up at Mao Gonglei: "Bah! Who knows you——" Mao Gonglei barely moved his upper body, but his left leg was already kicking hard on the scarred man's lower abdomen.Everyone watched helplessly, this gangster who had always been afraid of even the people of the "Yazhou Wei Branch" collapsed silently like a clay figurine in an instant.

Zhang Wenyuan carefully looked at Mao Gonglei's appearance and guessed his identity. "...is...the son of Mao Jijiu..." "Wrong." Mao Gonglei put the sack on the floor heavily. "Now, I am Mao Jijiu." He grabbed the bottom corner of the cloth bag and turned the whole bag over. The first thing that came out of the bag was an ax that was already glued with thick blood.Then came the heads, one by one, male and female, of various ages. Mu Tianyang stared in disbelief, looking at the faces of his relatives: wife, father, third son, eldest son, nephew, second son, eldest daughter, son-in-law...

His fat body was shaking violently.Because of anger, but also because of fear. Mao Gonglei threw the empty cloth bag aside and patted his palms.His smile was long gone. "'It's not as bad as wives, children, and relatives'. It's a Taoist rule." Mao Gonglei pointed at Mu Tianyang coldly. "But dealing with traitors is an exception." Mu Tianyang pushed away the beautiful woman in his arms, stood up howling, and rushed towards Mao Gonglei frantically. Mao Gonglei's reaction was as quick as a leopard's, and in an instant he had stretched his legs and lowered his body, crossing his arms in front of him to greet him. Mu Tianyang's body is almost twice as big as Mao Gonglei's, but his speed is much faster than people imagined.There were several tables and chairs between the two of them, all of which were smashed to pieces by his momentum. ——Crush you kid into meatloaf! As soon as the two came into contact, there was no clash as expected by others. Mao Gonglei put his left hand around Mu Tianyang's arm, his right palm skillfully grasped the side of his neck, turned his body sharply to the left, his waist and hips stuck to Mu Tianyang's abdomen, and pulled his hands violently, borrowing Mu Tianyang's strong Impulse, throw that fat body violently to the side! Mu Tianyang felt as if the ground suddenly disappeared. He just flew onto the stove, and the stove overturned with a loud crash, scattering sparks and coke. Mu Tianyang heard the sound of his lower back and hip bones breaking, and his weight turned into a weapon to destroy his body. His beard, hair and clothes were burning in many places, but he couldn't feel the burning heat, only the tingling pain in his waist, as if a sharp cone had been inserted, and other parts of his body were already numb. Mao Gonglei had already walked up to Mu Tianyang, kneeling on Mu Tianyang's chest with his left knee, making him unable to move. "I don't need a weapon to kill a guy like you." Mao Gonglei gritted his teeth, and hooked down with his right fist with the weight of his upper body, hitting Mu Tianyang hard on the left side of his body. The sound of four ribs breaking at the same time.Two pierced through the left lung, and Mu Tianyang spurted blood from his mouth and nose; the other two white bones highlighted his thick flesh.Blood gurgled down. Mao Gonglei's fists turned into claws, and he violently dug into the wound.Mu Tianyang screamed in pain, spraying blood foam, and the voice made the legs of all the underworld men present go weak. "I regret betraying 'Feng Yilong' now, don't you?" Mao Gonglei looked like a ghost, and ruthlessly pulled out one of the broken ribs. Mao Gonglei pinched Mu Tianyang's chin with his left hand to prevent his face from turning; his right hand held the rib behind his back as if holding a knife, and raised it above his head. "Look at 'Feng Yilong' raising you so fat! This kindness, you come back once!" Right hand swung down.The ribs were accurately inserted into Mu Tianyang's left eye, piercing the eyeball and the bottom bone of the eye socket, and inserting directly into the brain. Mu Tianyang's limbs struggled for more than a dozen times like an electric shock, and finally he paused and became paralyzed. No one in the hall had ever seen such a brutal killing method—including the people brought in by Mao Gonglei, all of them were pale. Too long of comfort made the people of "Feng Yilong" also forget: it is such a violent force that supports their organization. Mao Gonglei stood up, and wiped the wolf fur on his body with his blood-stained hands, dyeing it pink in puddles. He stared at Zhang Wenyuan. Of course Zhang Wenyuan felt terrified, but what he was thinking about at the moment was not his own life or death, what he remembered was that he had heard many stories about the "Second Sacrifice Wine" Pang Wenying in "Feng Yilong" for many years.The various legends about the underworld fighter almost make people think that he is not human. But now he saw it with his own eyes: a Pang Wenying who was thirty years younger. "Zhang Wenyuan?" Mao Gonglei's voice interrupted his reverie.He nodded. ——He actually knew about me... No, he probably asked about it before coming here... "How long have you been working in this branch?" Zhang Wenyuan swallowed hard before he could speak: "Nine...nine years." "You will be the shopkeeper of this branch in the future. Is that okay?" Zhang Wenyuan nodded sharply. — come alive... Mao Gonglei didn't seem to care about Zhang Wenyuan's answer, and went straight to the beauty of the alien race who fell on the ground. "Get up." Mao Gonglei stretched out his hand towards her.His eyes were fixed on that snow-white breast. The beauty stretched out her hand, trembling.Mao Gonglei held it, feeling very cold. He pulled her up and held her waist with his other hand. She was so scared that she shrank into a ball. "It's a pity..." Mao Gonglei muttered to himself. "For women, I don't like to use force. Are you afraid of me?" He frowned suddenly, smelling the smell. It was a beautiful woman's skirt, and urine leaked out. Mao Gonglei let her go. "Forget it. Xiao Zhang, I'll reward you with this baby. It's a promotion gift, be gentle with her." Mao Gonglei helped her sit back on the top chair, then turned around without looking at her again. Mao Gonglei picked up the wine bottle that fell on the ground, shook it a few times, and heard that there was no light, and there was still some left.He took a sip from the mouth of the bottle, then wiped his mouth and smiled, looking at Mu Tianyang's body. "This fat pig has a bit of an eye for drinking and playing with women." Zhang Wenyuan also looked at the corpse, then at the pile of heads on the ground, and then at the relaxed Mao Gonglei.It was difficult for him to associate the violent scene just now with the friendly man in front of him—even though everything happened in front of him. ——Heroes, do you have such an evil spirit? ... Zhang Wenyuan suddenly remembered something.He looked at the heads on the ground again, counting silently in his heart. ——Two are missing... Mao Gonglei seemed careless, but he had already seen through Zhang Wenyuan's thoughts.He quickly jumped in front of Zhang Wenyuan, grabbed the neckline of the opponent with his huge palm, then moved his face closer, and whispered in Zhang Wenyuan's ear. "The little brothers and sisters, you are responsible for ensuring that they live in peace..." The voice was thin but firm. "If they grow up and want revenge, tell them my name." Mao Gonglei let go of his palm, ignored the stunned Zhang Wenyuan, and walked to the main entrance of the hall.The subordinates he brought also followed and left. Those people walked in front of Zhang Wenyuan one by one.Zhang Wenyuan found a familiar face among them, and grabbed the man's sleeve suddenly. "Aren't you... Cai Sanzi? Cai Sanzi from Haoshanling?" The "Haoshanling Branch" located thirty miles to the southeast is also one of the branches that recently announced that it will be independent from "Feng Yilong". The tall and thin man nodded, "Xiao Zhang, long time no see." "What's going on? You..." Zhang Wenyuan scratched his scalp. "Why are you here?" "The 'Haoshanling Branch' has been settled for Mao Jijiu two days ago." Cai Sanzi shrugged. "It's almost the same as here now. Shopkeeper Tang died worse than Mu Tianyang." Zhang Wenyuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat. "One more thing." Mao Gonglei was about to step out of the door when he suddenly stopped and said loudly. "A grand ceremony will be held at the head office in Kyoto in the coming spring. Boss Zhang, Meng Jijiu and I will officially take office...Xiao Zhang, will you come?" Mao Gonglei looked back, his gaze as sharp as a blade. "The new shopkeepers of several other nearby branches also agreed." "Of course! Of course!" Zhang Wenyuan had never nodded so vigorously in his life. "That's good." Mao Gonglei smiled, and then really left. The hall was as dead as a mourning hall, and Zhang Wenyuan and his colleagues—now his subordinates—looked at each other.He glanced at the upturned scene in the hall, as if swept by a storm. Mao Gonglei walked through the snow outdoors, but he didn't intend to get on his mount.His subordinates were about to follow, but he waved his hand to signal them not to come. The climate in the north this year is a bit abnormal. It's only November, and the snow is falling so hard. He walked alone to the center of the snow field, looking up at the falling snowflakes from the sky.It was too cold, and he hated the cold.He thought about it, when he was old and retired, he would go to the south to buy a small island, lie on the beach and enjoy the sunshine every day... He lowered his head to look at the blood on his body and hands. He squatted down, grabbed a ball of snow from the ground and rubbed it on his palms for a while, then looked again, his palms were still red, he smiled wryly. ——It is not so easy to wash off...