Chapter 583

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, show mercy, show mercy!"

Old Chaofeng was hoarse.

"They are all a bunch of ignorant things, spending their days rolling in gold and silver, and have forgotten the height of the sky and the depth of the earth. Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, please don't be the same as them."

Chen Guanlou smiled, "If I insist on being the same as them, what should Old Chaofeng do?"

Looking at the shopkeepers lying on the ground crying in pain, Old Chaofeng's forehead was full of cold sweat, "This, this matter... compensation is definitely there, the case must be investigated clearly, those who should be arrested should be arrested, those who should be sealed should be sealed, those who should be killed should be killed, what do you think?"

Old Chaofeng didn't seek the opinions of other shopkeepers, but directly made the decision for the shopkeepers present.

The matter has reached this point, without bleeding and without killing a few people, it certainly cannot be settled.

A mere Heavenly Prison Jiang Jiang Yucheng, counts as a fart. Anyone present could make a mere Jiang Jiang Yucheng unable to eat and walk around, and whether his life could be preserved depended on luck.

But Chen Guanlou is not only a Jiang Jiang Yucheng, he is also a martial artist, and a martial artist with deep cultivation, unknown rank, and estimated strength already reaching the ninth rank.

May I ask, how many ninth-rank martial artists are there in the world?

As long as there is one, any sect, any aristocratic family, any force must offer it. Who dares to be presumptuous in front of a ninth-rank martial artist, don't you want your life?

It just so happens that this bunch of gambling den shopkeepers chose not to want their lives, and insisted on being rough on the tiger's head, this time they kicked the iron plate, were unlucky, bled, were going to kill people, and regretted it.

It's useless!

Too late!

"Old Chaofeng can make the decision?" Chen Guanlou asked with a smile.

Old Chaofeng secretly wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, "Certainly can, guarantee can! This bunch of bastards, should have been cleaned up long ago. Daring to send people to assassinate court officials, dog-bold and heaven-bold. Executing their nine clans is deserved."

The more ruthless the words, the more turning point the matter has. At this time, what is fought is decisiveness, ruthlessness, and the ability to take action. Whether it is a loss of three people or thirty people, Old Chaofeng has an account in his heart. Old people become refined, don't look at him trembling, old and decrepit, when doing things, he is much more calculating than young people.

Face counts as a fart!

In the face of life, face, money, wife, and children can all be abandoned.

Treating a ninth-rank martial artist, one must show the greatest sincerity.

Want to kill?

Okay!

Kill at will!

Want compensation?

No problem, want as much as give, break money to avoid disaster.

Want to seal the gambling den, want to investigate the case, all okay.

As long as you are willing to show mercy, leave a gap for everyone to breathe, wait until the matter subsides, and what is lost today will be earned back from other places.

"They seem to have different opinions." Chen Guanlou swept across the shopkeepers lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

"Cannot have!" Old Chaofeng said sonorously, "Whoever has different opinions, all roll out for this old man. It doesn't matter if you harm your own life, but don't implicate innocent children."

Everyone present, except Old Chaofeng who is a eunuch, all said they have families, and behind them is a whole family. If they really don't accept it, want face, and harm the lives of the whole family, it's not worth it!

Old Chaofeng is also ghost-refined, a threat, explained the severity, let all the shopkeepers present realize the seriousness of the problem, and began to calm down to weigh the pros and cons and make a choice.

"Old Chaofeng is right, we all accept Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, and fully agree with Old Chaofeng's arrangement."

"No objection!"

"Absolutely no objection!"

"All depend on Old Chaofeng to make the decision."

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen was frightened, we should make compensation. Those who should be investigated should be investigated, those who should be sealed should be sealed, absolutely no two words."

Chen Guanlou held the teacup, looking at this bunch of people who saw the wind and steered the rudder, and changed their faces faster than turning a book, feeling that there was no meaning at all. He originally thought about moving his hands and feet tonight, coming to a hundred-person group battle, but this bunch of cowards was too neat.

If he continued to kill, it would seem unreasonable.

Everyone is mixing for food on the ground of the capital, and they are people on the official side, so they cannot do things according to their preferences like Jianghu knights. Unless he plans to change his profession, he can kill happily. Those who open gambling, one by one, all should be killed!

He sipped his tea, "All accept, no objection?"

The shopkeepers talked at once, scrambling to answer that there was absolutely no objection, and they accepted it from the bottom of their hearts. That active attitude seemed as if being a beat slow would lose their lives.

Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay, believe you once. Two days, I want to see compensation, see the murderer, see the people who should die. Remember, only two days. Old Chaofeng, sorry for the trouble today, come back another day to find you for breakfast. If you ask me, you might as well open a branch next door, specializing in breakfast. Your cook's craftsmanship is very authentic."

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen likes to eat, in the future this old man will arrange for people to send it to you every day."

"If it's sent to the Heavenly Prison, it will be cold, and if it's cold, it won't be delicious. When I have time, I will come again."

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen is willing to come, this old man sweeps the bed and welcomes."

Chen Guanlou swept across every shopkeeper again, smiled softly, and left.

As soon as he left, the shopkeepers cried out loudly.

"Old Chaofeng, compensation is easy to say, everyone gather a share..."

"Why gather a share, this matter has nothing to do with our family. At the beginning, I opposed it, you all didn't listen. Don't call me when gathering a share."

"Whoever sent the assassin, whoever is responsible. Why gather a share."

"Now is it a matter of gathering a share, everyone, Chen Guanlou has already said, the people who should die must die. Money can be earned at any time, but if this life is lost, it's gone."

"Coward! This is the capital, I don't believe that the one surnamed Chen can walk sideways. He has a backer, don't we have a backer? Why pay him a life."

"Just because he is a ninth-rank martial artist, even if you move out the backer, it's useless. Do you dare not give face to a ninth-rank martial artist?"

"I don't want to die, I can't die. Old Chaofeng, you are familiar with the one surnamed Chen, please come forward for this matter and mediate for everyone."

"Old Chaofeng, you are the backbone of everyone, you say something about this matter. Can't really pay him a life."

"I kowtow to the one surnamed Chen to plead guilty, pay him money, at worst close the gambling den for ten days and a half months. In this way, can you let us go?"

The shopkeepers who were shouting to give Chen Guanlou some color to see at the beginning were all anxious now. They used all means just to save their lives.

Moreover, everyone pinned their hope of survival on Old Chaofeng.

Is the backer behind them useless?

Not necessarily!

They are just small gambling den shopkeepers, looking glorious in front of people, and behind people, in front of the backer, they are just slaves. May I ask, which backer would offend a ninth-rank martial artist for a slave?

A mere servant's life can appease the anger of a ninth-rank martial artist, in the eyes of the backers, it is very cost-effective. Maybe they are thinking of giving up a few more lives and taking the opportunity to make friends with the ninth-rank martial artist.

This bunch of gambling den shopkeepers, their brains are very clear. It's just that they were self-righteous before, and didn't witness it with their own eyes, and weren't sure of Chen Guanlou's strength, suspecting that there was suspicion of exaggeration, so they sent assassins to assassinate, and they also had the intention of testing the depth of the other party's martial arts cultivation.

Who knew they would kick the iron plate.

This world is perverted!

Which ninth-rank martial artist has nothing to do, and insists on living in the Heavenly Prison, being a small Jiang Jiang Yucheng, and doing it quite vigorously. Whoever encounters such an anti-common sense person is unlucky.