"The accent in Mulin Prefecture is much more difficult to pronounce than in Qingzhou."

Xiao Wu looked around, listening to the exchanges between passers-by, but he was a little confused and couldn't understand.

Yang Yu naturally does not have this burden.

In order to practice martial arts, he learned a lot of local slang, and he naturally understands the accent of Mulin Mansion.

They found a random inn and settled down. After washing up a little, the two of them went up to the second floor, ordered a table of food and wine, and ate to their heart's content.

"Mulin Mansion..."

Looking out of the window, he could see the constant flow of traffic and the bustle of people on the street. Yang Yun was whispering in his heart, but his eyes were looking at the corner of the street.

A sneaky man looked around and then left quietly.

"The four of you can't look down upon us."

Yang Yu's eyes moved slightly, knowing that he was being targeted, but he didn't care much, and was even a little eager to try.

He has spent more than a month in vain.

…

…

"Yellow gelding, old carriage, Qingzhou accent..."

The man with angular eyes carefully glanced at the restaurant behind him, ordered his companions to continue watching, twisted his body, and rushed into the crowd.

He had some foundation in martial arts and was very fast among the crowd. Before long, he had bypassed several streets and entered another restaurant.

In the private room on the sixth floor, more than ten people were already seated, and the atmosphere was calm.

Some people were twirling their wine glasses, some were holding cups and chopsticks, some were holding cigarettes, and some were sitting upright, waiting for something.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke the calm atmosphere.

At the top, a stocky old man with a scar on his face stared at him, and the man with angular eyes had entered the box.

"Gang leader, the head catcher has entered the city! He is in the 'Yinggulou' right now. He has a Qingzhou accent, a cold breath, and a groom with average martial arts skills. Yes, that's him!"

The man with angular eyes saluted respectfully:

"Decapitation knife, Yang Prison!"

call!

In the box, everyone took action.

"Six Doors Bronze Badges for Capturing Heads, Beheading Sword Yang Yu. Hehe, what a great reputation!"

The old man who was kneading a pair of iron balls sneered and looked up at the scarred old man:

"Gang Leader, when will we take action? As long as you give the order, his head will be placed in front of the case in less than an hour!"

"Yan Laosan, why don't you go?"

The middle-aged man with a long beard sneered: "According to our information, Yu Chilong, Sima Yang, and the Qin brothers all fell into his hands. How do you compare to them?"

"Luo Laoqi!"

Yan Laosan snorted coldly when he heard this:

"You can't beat Yu Chilong, so you think we can't beat him? You can't even win Heishan County. How can a person with a mere reputation be considered a master?"

"you!"

"enough!"

The scarred old man slammed the table.

His name is 'Han Jing', the leader of the Giant Whale Gang. He is famous for his 'Sea-Splitting Palm' and is known as Dong Mu Lin. He is quite famous in Qingzhou.

As his cold eyes swept over them, everyone shut their mouths, and the noisy two people all sat down, not daring to speak.

"How dare this person come to Mulin Mansion if he doesn't have a few brushes? I heard that this kid's goal is 'Qi Longsheng', the chief rudder of the Seven Mansion of Liansheng Sect!"

Han Jing looked gloomy:

"If it goes well, we might as well sell their group. If it goes wrong, we don't need to worry about those companies!"

As he said this, another spy walked in from outside the box.

Han Jing glanced away coldly, and the spy immediately trembled and knelt down. Unable to ask, he bowed and responded:

"Gang leader, that beheading knife went to Qiufeng Tower..."

The whole place was silent, and everyone looked at each other:

"Going to a brothel in broad daylight?"
Chapter completed!