In Causeway Bay, Jinghai City, in the villa where Wan Chaolong was, Wan Chaolong, who had nothing to wear, was lying on a girl who looked at most sixteen years old and sprinting wildly. His hands tightly grabbed the two little buds in front of the girl, and his expression was like a wild beast of spring.

The girl moaned painfully, and tears were covered with tears in the corners of her eyes, but she did not dare to resist. Whether it was for the extremely generous reward or the safety of her own life, the girl understood that she could only bear all this silently.

With the explosion of body fluids, Wan Chaolong lay on the girl's body, his body twitching slightly, but the girl was so afraid of something. On the white carpet, there was a bright red spot below.

After a while, Wan Chaolong got up from the girl, grabbed a nightgown and put it on, pointed to a large stack of red banknotes on the table and said to the girl, "Take these and go..."

The girl, as if a prisoner sentenced to death, suddenly learned that she had been pardoned, got up from the ground, grabbed the clothes that had been torn to pieces by Wan Chaolong and a large stack of banknotes and rushed out, but there was a stream of red blood flowing down her thighs, looking so bright.

At this time, an old man walked out slowly and came to Wan Chaolong respectfully, but did not speak.

"The night must be beautiful tonight, right?" Wan Chaolong just lay on the sand, without looking at the old man, and said lightly.

"Yes, young master, the moonlight tonight is also particularly bright red, just like this blood, extremely beautiful!" An old voice came from the old man's mouth, as if it was from a coffin that had been around for thousands of years.

"Haha, what about the final result?" Wan Chaolong smiled faintly, obviously very satisfied with the old man's metaphor.

"Lei Dongtian died, the wind, clouds, thunder and lightning around Lei Dongtian died, the eighteenth heavenly guards died, the thirteen people escaped, and all the others died, one side of the Xingyao Association Zhao Mo died in battle, Zi Feng, Lei was seriously injured, and there were still some other members who died in battle one after another. It can be said that although they won, it was a tragic victory!" The old man said respectfully, his voice still so old.

"Haha, it's a miserable victory. I really didn't expect that if they left Ye Xingchen, they could defeat the Leimen. Although it was a miserable victory, it was always a victory, right?" There were two dazzling lights flashing in Wan Chaolong's eyes.

"Young Master, Ye Xingchen is not dead!" the old man said directly.

"What?" Wan Chaolong's face looked like, and his body immediately sat up from the sand.

"I only knew about it today. The battle tonight was led by Ye Xingchen himself!" the old man continued to explain.

"Hehe, what a Ye Xingchen, he actually does things so secretly. It seems that I really underestimated him. But Lao Wan, it will take at least one month for them to recover this time, right?" Wan Chaolong quickly recovered from Zhenning and continued.

"Yes, this time, Xingyao will want to recover completely, and it will take at least two or three months. Young Master, should we take action immediately?" the old man said.

"Action? Haha, no, no, there is no, the Xingyao Society in Jinghai City. Even if we bring a group of good players here, if we really start a war with Xingyao Society, it will only end up like the Leimen. Never underestimate these little guys. They have great potential!" Wan Chaolong shook his head and took out a cigar from the coffee table next to him. The old man respectfully stepped forward and lit the cigar for it.

"What does the young master mean?" The old man asked in confusion after lit a cigar for Wan Chaolong.

Version, updated, faster, all in: Support literature, support! "Don't Jinghai City have five flags? Ye Xingchen is the owner of the black flag, Chen Shaohua is the owner of the green flag, and Zheng Hong is the owner of the red flag. These three people are closely linked. We want to deal with Ye Xingchen. Do you think they will agree? Unless I ignore my identity and directly correct it, once we secretly attack Xingyao, these two will definitely not agree. In these few months, these two will definitely protect Xingyao in their own way and will recover. If we really make the relationship clear, the purpose of coming here will lose its meaning, so we can only use other methods." Wan Chaolong said slowly, but analyzed the problem very thoroughly, which made the old man's eyes show an admiration. As expected, he is worthy of being the most outstanding child of the Wan family. Although his hobbies are a bit unique, what is there? As long as he has the strength, what is it?

"What does the young master mean?" the old man asked cooperatively.

"Now both the Baiqi and the Yellow Banner are in our hands. We can start from these two aspects. The Baiqi's role is to constantly exclude Chen Shaohua and Zheng Hong. Although they have made many achievements in the past two years, it is difficult to defeat them, but they have been here for a long time. We can completely exclude them from Jinghai City through government officials. Then, if we install some of our people in, what other Xingyao will cause? However, this is not something that can be done in a short time, so what we have to do during this period is to do our best. I don't believe that while recovering our life, Ye Xingchen can also take care of the Baidao business!" When Wan Chaolong said this, two evil lights shot out in his eyes.

"Haha, young master is wise, I'll make arrangements now!" The old man smiled and bowed to Wan Chaolong, turned around and walked out. After seeing the old man walk out of the room, Wan Chaolong stood up slowly, came to the window, looked at the blood-colored full moon, and said lightly: "Ye Xingchen, what can you do if you are still alive? As long as grandpa sits in that position, what can you be a small star?"
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