Chapter 2509 The Power of Drugs

Fang Yang sat in front of Miao Yan and said with a smile, "Is the little master here to dance too?"

Miao Yan rolled her eyes at Fang Yang and sat down again: "Isn't Senior Brother Fang here to dance too?"

Fang Yang chuckled and said, "I came here for other things."

"Me too!"

Fang Yang's heart moved: "Is it to investigate Ye Sheng?"

Miaoyan's face dimmed, she picked up the juice and took a sip. She was silent for a while, then she raised her head and said, "Because of Ye Sheng's incident, my master was very angry. Miaozong's disciples have been sent to all over the country, just to take care of Ye Sheng." Ye Sheng finds out and avenges Junior Sister Miaoyu!"

There were tears in her eyes.

The disciples of Miaozong grew up together, and their relationship is naturally close. .

Fang Yang sighed secretly, picked up the tissue and handed it over.

"Thanks!"

Miao Yan took it, feeling that this senior brother still had a bit of a wink.

"I'm also looking for Ye Sheng. As soon as there is news, I will tell you as soon as possible!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang!"

Miaoyan forced a smile.

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Fang Yang deliberately changed the topic and chatted all over the place, making her temporarily forget about the punch line.

Miao Yan was not a stupid girl, and she knew what Fang Yang meant. Fang Yang smiled gratefully, and she was not as repulsive to Fang Yang as she was when they first met.

Fang Yang deliberately told a story, but Miao Yan now had no defense against Fang Yang, so she just said whatever Fang Yang asked.

After chatting for a while, Fang Yang realized that he had underestimated Miao Zong.

Although Miaozong's strength ranks at the bottom among the hidden sects, Miaozong's secret skills are still very powerful. Fang Yang has never seen the move performed by Jian Miaohan. In his opinion, that move was already very powerful. Who would have thought that it was actually the weakest secret technique of Miaozong.

"Senior Brother Fang, what are they doing?"

Fang Yang followed Miao Yan's gaze and looked over.

In a corner of the disco bar, two people were whispering.

After a while, the two reached a deal, paying one hand and delivering the goods. Fang Yang withdrew his gaze: "Buying drugs!"

"Ah?" Miao Yan rarely goes into the world and doesn't know what's going on outside, but she knows that drugs are not allowed to be touched. When she sees others taking drugs or buying and selling drugs, she subconsciously wants to stop them!

Fang Yang pulled her back: "Can you stop them once, can you stop them a second time? This kind of thing is forbidden again and again. If you see it, just pretend you didn't see it."

Although Miao Yan sat down, her eyes were always looking that way.

The young man bought drugs and was obviously very excited.

He took the drugs and ran to the card table, poured the drugs on the card table, and inhaled through his nose. The drugs on the table were all wiped out by him in one fell swoop.

The young man looked intoxicated and leaned on the sofa motionless.

After a while, the expression on his face changed, sometimes smiling, sometimes sad.

Fang Yang shook his head. People who take drugs are not worthy of pity.

Miao Yan also looked away: "People who sell drugs are really the scum of society!"

"So do people who buy drugs."

Seeing Miaoyan looking at him in confusion, Fang Yang said quietly: "As the saying goes, poor people must be hateful. If they don't take drugs, will anyone sell drugs?"

"What nonsense is this?"

Miao Yan looked at Fang Yang dumbfounded.

When Fang Yang saw that she misunderstood him, he smiled slightly and did not explain.

The smile on the young man's face disappeared, and he suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were red, his face was full of violence, and his whole body was exuding hostility.

"die!!!"

The young man kept repeating this word.

Fang Yang frowned. He had never seen people taking drugs. Although most of them would fall into illusions, most of those illusions were ecstatic and addictive. But the young man in front of him was a bit strange. He was exuding a violent aura and his eyes were full of violence.

The young man suddenly stood up, picked up the beer bottle, and smashed the head of the nearest person in front of him.

The man was dancing, and without any precaution, he screamed and fell directly onto the dance floor.

The other young men and women dancing thought he was just drunk, and everyone snorted disdainfully.

The young man became even more crazy. He picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and threw it at the people on the dance floor.

Suddenly there was a panic.

The young man hit a gangster with a wine bottle. The gangster covered his head in pain, turned around and was startled by the young man's fierce eyes.

The gangster was not willing to be beaten easily, so he called a group of people to regain his place.

The leader patted the young man's face hard.

"You drank too much and came here to act like a drunkard. You didn't even open your eyes to see who you hit?"

The young man said nothing and punched him.

The young men and women who were watching the excitement looked surprised. Was this young man really drunk? Didn't he see a group of social people across from him?

The leader didn't expect to be beaten for pretending to be incompetent, and his face suddenly changed with embarrassment: "Beat him to death!"

The other gangsters rushed towards the young man without saying a word.

The young man roared, flicked his hands, and actually threw away several people who jumped on him.

The leader's eyelids twitched: "Is this fucking divine power?"

"die!"

The young man's mouth was open and saliva flowed out.

He rushed over and kicked the big gangster to the ground.

The young man bit the gangster's neck fiercely like a wild beast.

"Ah, he's drinking my blood, get him off!"

Several people couldn't control the young man. How could others dare to take action? A group of people from society knew that this time they were in serious trouble.

"Brother Fang, what's going on? Are all drug addicts so scary?"

Miaoyan's little face was full of horror.

Fang Yang frowned, stood up and walked towards the dance floor.

"Senior Brother Fang, be careful!"

Fang Yang didn't reply. He grabbed the young man's hair and pulled his head up.

The young man roared and waved his limbs towards Fang Yang.

Fang Yang stretched out his left hand, controlled both of his hands, turned him over, and put his knee on his lower back.

The leader's neck was covered in blood and flesh, and he looked at the young man in horror.

Seeing that Fang Yang was under control of the situation, he regained his strength and started to curse loudly.

Fang Yang was upset by the noise and shouted coldly: "Get out!"

The gangster was about to curse when he saw Fang Yang's cold eyes, trembled, and left in despair.

Fang Yang grabbed the young man, gave Miao Yan a wink, and the three of them walked out.

During this process, the young man continued to struggle, but as an ordinary person, no matter how strong he was, he could not escape from Fang Yang's hands.

When he came outside, Fang Yang hit the young man on the back of the neck with his knife.

The young man rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Senior Brother Fang, what should we do next?"

Fang Yang threw the young man into the car, and then said to Miao Yan, "I'm going to the Qilin Sect, will you go?"

Miaoyan thought for a moment, then shook her head: "No, my mission is to take Ye Sheng back."

"Well, if you need help with anything, please feel free to tell me!"

"OK!"

Fang Yang waved to Miaoyan and drove to Qilin Sect.