Chapter 441 Who Are You?

The inner courtyard of the Qinghong Gang headquarters.

Zuo Honglin, the gang leader, was playing chess with an old man in a long black coat, while Mo Jiansheng, the deputy mayor of the magic city, was standing behind the old man watching the battle.

There is a wheelchair not far away, and sitting on the wheelchair is Mo Qiulin, whose appearance is destroyed and the meridians of his hands and feet are damaged.

Mo Qiulin glanced at the two who were playing chess, her face flashed with irritability and impatience: "Mom, why haven't those dogs and girls been brought?"

Yang Jiahui's eyes flashed a bit of sternness, and she said softly, "Don't worry, your master's people have found the trace of that person, and I believe they will bring him back soon."

Hearing this, a cruel look flashed in Mo Qiulin's eyes: "Go and tell Master, I want that pair of dogs and men to appear in front of me alive, and I want to kill them myself."

"Your master has his own measure, and you don't need to remind me."

In the blink of an eye, twenty minutes passed.

A member of the Qinghong Gang came in to report: "Headmaster, Deputy Master Zhong has brought people back."

"Let him escort people to the martial arts field and wait, and we'll follow." Zuo Honglin waved his hand, and when his men retreated, he smiled and said to Yang Huaikui: "Old Yang, you see that we have finished this game. In the past, or in the past?"

"Go directly, otherwise my granddaughter will scold me for being a grandfather." Yang Huaikui smiled.

Zuo Honglin looked towards Mo Qiulin and found that Mo Qiulin's face was full of impatience at the moment.

So Zuo Honglin nodded and said, "Then listen to Mr. Yang, let's go directly to the martial arts field."

On the Qinghong Gang's martial arts field, Song Yan stood with his hands behind his back, and beside him stood a short-haired girl who was Shangguanyue.

When Shangguanyue knew that Song Yan was going to eradicate the Qinghong Gang, she made a request to him, hoping to take her with her. She wanted to see how the Qinghong Gang was destroyed.

Song Yan agreed to her request, so he brought her here.

The performance field of the Qinghong Gang is very large and imposing. There are dozens of weapon racks in the corner of the performance field. Each weapon rack has dozens of weapons, including swords, swords, halberds, clubs, hammers and other 18 kinds of weapons. complete.

In addition, there are wooden figurines used for boxing and palm training, plum blossom piles and high and short piles used for body practice.

I have to say that the Qinghong gang that has been entrenched in the magic capital for a hundred years still has a lot of background, but unfortunately, the century-old gang will come to an end today.

Around the martial arts field, there are no less than two hundred elites of the Qinghong Gang with swords. All of these elites are experts in the later stage of the day after the day after tomorrow. In addition, the six Zhong Tianhui who brought him here are also standing not far away. It's just that they looked a little tired, and their faces were even more pale.

Not long after, a group of congenital warriors came to the martial arts field with five people, to be precise, four people, because one of them was in a wheelchair.

The fat middle-aged man walking at the forefront, probably weighing no less than 300 jins, was Zuo Honglin, the leader of the Qinghong Gang. He was accompanied by an old man in a black coat. The old man was full of silver hair, but his face looked strange Similar to a fifty-year-old middle-aged man, he naturally exuded a sense of majesty all over his body. He was obviously someone who had been in high positions for a long time. This person was Yang Huaikui, the leader of the northern underworld alliance.

Mo Jiansheng, the deputy mayor of the Standing Committee of the Magic City, one step behind the two, followed by Yang Jiahui, who was pushing the wheelchair, and Mo Qiulin in the wheelchair.

Seeing these five people, Song Yan was secretly overjoyed. He didn't need to look for them one by one when they were all there, which saved a lot of effort.

"No, grandpa is wrong, that girl isn't that little bitch Song Xue!"

Suddenly, Mo Qiulin shouted loudly.

Hearing Mo Qiulin's shout, Zuo Honglin couldn't help frowning and looked at Zhong Tianhui: "Brother Zhong, what are you doing, why did you bring the wrong person?"

Zhong Tianhui said quickly: "Brother, we haven't found that Song Xue yet. When we went to arrest this person, this woman happened to be by his side, so we brought it back together."

"If that's the case, let's search harder." Zuo Honglin said coldly.

"No need to search anymore, Xiaoxue has left the magic capital." Song Yan suddenly said.

Zuo Honglin showed a bit of surprise and said with a smile: "Oh, under the blockade of our Qinghong Gang, you can still send people away, but you have some ability."

Song Yan shook his head: "It's not that I have the ability, but you think too highly of your Qinghong gang."

Zuo Honglin shouted softly: "How brave! How dare you be so arrogant when you come to my territory." At this point, he changed the subject: "However, arrogant people often die early, and you are so young but practiced. It is a pity for me to die like this with a good skill."

"You're not here at Longtan Tiger's Den, and what's more, I'm just telling the truth!" Song Yan smiled disapprovingly, and the corner of his mouth suddenly became a little more playful: "Leader of the Zuo Gang, have you ever heard the word "sitting in the well and watching the sky"?"

Zuo Honglin raised his invisible eyebrows slightly, and said coldly with a dark face: "You laugh at me as a frog at the bottom of a well, are you qualified?"

Song Yan shook his head again: "Why am I laughing at you again, I just let you remember a truth before you die, don't underestimate the world, especially young people!"

"……you……!"

Zuo Honglin was enraged, and a layer of blue energy suddenly appeared on his face.

"Young man, what's your background?" Yang Huaikui, who was beside him, felt that something was wrong and asked.

Song Yan's eyes fell on Yang Huaikui, and he said slowly, "Yang Huaikui, seventy-nine years old this year, the leader of the Northern Underworld Alliance, cultivated at the pinnacle of the eighth level of Xiantian, and once defeated the ninth level of Xiantian; you have three sons and one daughter, and the eldest son Yang Zongming inherited it. Your mantle is currently the deputy leader of the Northern Underworld Alliance; your second son Yang Zongye is the commander of a field division, your third son Yang Zongming is currently the governor of a northern state; your youngest daughter Yang Jiahui is currently the chairman of Huayun Group , the company's market value is about 60 billion, as for your son-in-law, he is Mo Jiansheng, the deputy mayor of the Standing Committee of the Magic City."

Hearing Song Yan tell his old story piece by piece, Yang Huaikui couldn't help but look surprised: "Who the hell are you?"

Song Yan smiled: "Who am I, you don't have the right to know, if you go back to your old nest now and don't take part in this matter, I can move the people of your Yang family, otherwise, the main member of your Yang family, a Don't even try to escape."

Hearing this, Yang Huaikui's face showed a look of doubt and uncertainty, and he was even more withdrawn in his heart. After all, the other party knew him well, but he knew nothing about this young man.

"Old Yang, don't listen to this brat, I think he's just bluffing!"

Zuo Honglin also had a bad premonition. Even he didn't know that Yang Huaikui had a second son who was the commander of the field division and his third son was the governor of a certain state. But the current situation is that the young man in front of him seems to be deliberately targeting him. Yang Huaikui flinched, and he would face this mysterious young man alone.

Originally, this matter was caused by the Mo family, why should he be the only one responsible? Therefore, Yang Huaikui could not be allowed to retreat no matter what.