Chapter 161

Haichi Ridge, Toudao Ridge, Lu Dongjun's residence.

All the guards were on high alert, and the entire residence was being besieged.

The extermination mosquitoes that had already disappeared from Toudao Ridge had returned.

Not only had they returned, but they were also not afraid of Lu Dongjun's medicine.

Lu Dongjun splashed and scattered rice mixed with medicine everywhere, but it was of no use at all.

Toudao Ridge had been caught off guard; everyone thought they would never see the extermination mosquitoes again in their lifetime, so they hadn't taken any precautions. The little bit of food they had managed to accumulate with great difficulty was swept away.

Toudao Ridge, which had just escaped the sea of misery, had fallen into a desperate situation once again.

Today, they hated Lu Dongjun as much as they had revered him before!

The people besieging Lu Dongjun's residence were mainly from various sects and factions, and ordinary people also participated.

Relying solely on these people, it was somewhat difficult to break through Lu Dongjun's residence; Lu Dongjun had put a lot of effort into the residence's defenses.

But the major families had also reached out.

He Haisheng was biting on a cigarette, standing in the crowd, with the head of the Qingyun Society, Han Yaomen, standing beside him.

Both of them had covered their faces with spiritual objects, making it difficult for ordinary people to recognize them.

Watching the waves of cursing around Lu Dongjun's mansion, Han Yaomen sneered: "A few days ago, I brought a gift and waited in front of his door for half an hour, just wanting to see him, but he refused to see me."

"In a while, I'll have people tear down his gate and let all these people in. I want to see if he'll see me then."

He Haisheng looked at Han Yaomen: "Brother Han, you came here in person; it shouldn't just be because you want to strip Lu Dongjun of his face, right?"

Han Yaomen smiled slightly: "I definitely won't leave him any face. As for whether I'll leave him his life, I'll have to see what Third Master He says."

"It's no use if just I say it," He Haisheng looked around. "There are many people who want to have their say today."

The eldest master of the Ma family, Ma Chunting, was present.

The eldest young master of the Chu family, Chu Huaijun, was present.

The leader of the Baihua Sect, Zhang Xiuling, was present.

Other prominent families had also sent quite a few people.

They were still waiting, waiting for the right moment to take action.

Although they had the advantage in numbers and combat power, no one wanted to be the first to charge.

No one was willing to face Lu Dongjun directly; no matter how unbearable Lu Dongjun appeared in other matters, he was an expert when it came to fighting.

The old master of the Lu family, Lu Maoxian, once said that among the Lu family, the one who could fight the best was the second son, Lu Dongjun.

Even Lu Dongliang had said that if they were to compete in a ring, even he might not be able to beat Lu Dongjun.

This was not only the advantage of a martial cultivator, but also one of Lu Dongjun's few talents.

Without comparing schemes or playing tricks, as long as it was a pure battle, Lu Dongjun was far above ordinary people in both combat power and response.

But Lu Dongjun was unlucky; everyone who dealt with him started with schemes.

Han Yaomen was still observing the movements of other families and sects. What surprised him quite a bit was that two families hadn't sent anyone: "I haven't seen anyone from the Sanying Sect, and Monkey Qiu hasn't sent anyone either."

"I heard the Sanying Sect doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water. Why is Monkey Qiu not coming? Doesn't he want to take revenge on Lu Dongjun?"

He Haisheng shook his head: "Monkey Qiu's thoughts are hard to fathom. I'm wondering, will the Lu family be surnamed Qiu in the future?"

Inside the residence, Lu Dongjun was covered in sweat.

A guard covered in scars ran in and said to Lu Dongjun: "Master, we searched all of Toudao Ridge, but we couldn't find Mr. Wan!"

"Couldn't find him?" Lu Dongjun's cheek twitched. "If you couldn't find him, why are you telling me?"

"Master, we can't hold out much longer."

"Where can't you hold out?"

"We can't hold out anywhere! Master, there are experts hiding outside, and several of our brothers have been beaten to death."

Beaten my guards to death?

Just relying on them?

Lu Dongjun wasn't meticulous about other things, but the guards around him were all carefully selected; not only was their cultivation not low, but their experience was also very rich.

Just thinking about it, he knew that some ruthless person had made a secret move.

Where did this ruthless person come from?

It must be people from the various families and sects.

Lu Dongjun pinched his forehead and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Three days ago, on this very sofa, Lu Dongjun pointed at the eldest young master of the Chu family's nose and scolded him, and Chu Huaijun didn't dare to make a sound.

The next day, still in this living room, Lu Dongjun kicked Ma Junjiang, and Ma Junjiang didn't dare to let out a fart.

Who could have imagined that in the blink of an eye, such a thing would happen.

Where on earth did Wan Jinxian go?

Could it be that he was incompetent, couldn't control the insect disaster, and ran away first?

The more Lu Dongjun thought about it, the more afraid he became; he felt that he had trusted Wan Jinxian a bit too much before.

Another guard came to Lu Dongjun: "Master, the reporters are here. Will you see them?"

Lu Dongjun waved his hand: "No."

The guard turned to leave.

Lu Dongjun called him back again.

"Let the reporters come in; I have something to say."

Before long, the reporters came in, and the photographer took several photos of Lu Dongjun first.

There was another photographer holding a film camera, recording video on the side.

The reporter asked: "Mr. Lu, the extermination mosquitoes have made a comeback; what is the reason for this?"

"Is it that your medicine cannot completely kill the mosquitoes, or was the previous dosage insufficient?"

Lu Dongjun said calmly: "The dosage was insufficient, but the root cause is still the cost issue."

"The cost of the medicine is too high. I'm having trouble with my capital turnover, and on top of that, the major families have had some opinions about me lately, using underhanded tricks and tripping me up in secret, leaving me somewhat stretched."

The reporter looked at Lu Dongjun in surprise: "Mr. Lu, do you mean you're short of money?"

Lu Dongjun nodded: "It is indeed a money issue, but everyone, don't worry. I, Lu Dongjun, am still here and am not going anywhere."

"I am willing to sell my family property and exhaust my purse. Even if I, Lu Dongjun, am so poor tomorrow that I have to sleep on the street, I must bring the insect disaster in Haichi Ridge under control."

"I trouble everyone to pass a message to my friends outside: even if the sky falls, I, Lu, will hold it up for Haichi Ridge!"

The cameras flashed incessantly, the film cameras kept turning, and the reporters' pens never stopped on their notebooks.

The interview ended, and the reporters left.

Lu Dongjun said to the guards: "I'm tired; I'm going to sleep for a while."

The guards were all dumbfounded; the people outside were about to break in, and you can still sleep?

It was impossible for Lu Dongjun to sleep.

Returning to the bedroom, he took off his dentures and stuffed them into the mouth of a stone lion. The stone lion's eyes lit up, and the bedroom was sealed off.

Lu Dongjun took out Lu Xiaolan's necklace and quickly changed his appearance.

This was the appearance of a guard.

This necklace was of an extremely high level, and it was currently his only way to escape.

Lu Dongjun opened a secret compartment in the wardrobe, which contained a set of guard's clothes.

Besides the clothes, there were checks worth hundreds of thousands of silver dollars and some scattered cash.

After getting everything ready, Lu Dongjun jumped out of the window.

After getting out, he had to do two things: first, try his best to find Wan Jinxian, and second, tidy up the cash from various businesses and leave Haichi Ridge as soon as possible.

If he couldn't find Wan Jinxian, his reputation would be completely ruined.

At that time, he could only take his real gold and silver and find another opportunity to make a comeback.

A red-flower stickman from the Baihua Sect stood beside the leader, Zhang Xiuling, pointed at the guard walking out of the residence, and said in a low voice: "That person wearing the vest is the guard who gave us trouble the other day. He's trying to run away."

Zhang Xiuling glanced at him; she also recognized this guard.

She had come to find Lu Dongjun the day before yesterday, but Lu Dongjun didn't want to see her. The red-flower stickman wanted to stand up for the leader and had a conflict with this guard.

Zhang Xiuling didn't want to bother with this small character, but the red-flower stickman was someone who held a grudge: "Leader, wait here for a moment; I'll be right back."

Zhang Xiuling frowned: "You're already at this age; why are you still acting on impulse?"

This stickman was over fifty years old and was indeed no longer young, but he had this kind of temper: "Leader, I must vent this anger."

Zhang Xiuling sighed and said: "Be careful yourself, and don't make too much of a scene."

"Don't worry." The red-flower stickman went.

That's how sects are; for some things, as long as it doesn't go too far, you have to allow your subordinates to vent.

This red-flower stickman was a sixth-layer body cultivator; Zhang Xiuling believed he wouldn't have any trouble.

The red-flower stickman followed the guard into a small alley, stepped forward to stop the guard, and asked with a smile: "Do you still recognize me?"

The guard raised his head, looked at the stickman, and didn't speak.

The stickman smiled: "What's wrong? Seeing that your master is no longer capable, you want to run away? Shouldn't we settle the account between us?"

The guard still didn't speak.

The stickman suddenly turned to one side, swung a long tail from under his waist, the tip of the tail carrying a hook, and aimed it at the guard's head.

It was a scorpion.

The stickman used a killing move as soon as he attacked; the leader had told him not to make too much of a scene, and he didn't want to get entangled for too long.

This strike was extremely swift and fierce; an ordinary person would definitely be unable to avoid it. The scorpion's tail carried a deadly poison; as long as it drew blood, the opponent would definitely die.

The guard didn't dodge, grabbed the stickman's tail with one hand, turned his wrist, broke the tail, and threw it on the ground.

The stickman was scared silly; he had fought with this guard before, and in his impression, the opponent should only be a fourth-layer martial cultivator and couldn't possibly have such good skills.

He never dreamed that the person standing in front of him was actually Lu Dongjun.

The stickman's left arm turned into a pincer and he lunged at Lu Dongjun.

Lu Dongjun grabbed the stickman's pincer, turned his wrist again, and broke the pincer directly.

The stickman stood on the spot, his consciousness somewhat dazed from the serious injury.

Lu Dongjun grabbed the stickman's hair, took the stickman's pincer, and poked the stickman's head to pieces.

The situation was critical; Lu Dongjun didn't have time to dispose of the body and left immediately.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiuling sensed something was wrong, ordered people to search everywhere, and found the stickman's corpse in the alley.

A sixth-layer body cultivator died just like that? Without making a sound?

Who could have killed him so easily?

Zhang Xiuling pondered for a moment and called her subordinates: "Tell Third Master He, Lu Dongjun has escaped!"

Walking out of a wilderness, Li Banfeng saw the long-lost sunlight.

He had walked out of the New Land and finally arrived at Haichi Ridge!

He couldn't quite open his eyes, not just because of the dazzling sunlight, but also because of the mosquitoes that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.

There were too many mosquitoes; every breath could potentially fly into his nostrils, so much so that Li Banfeng couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly for a moment.

When he finally saw clearly, he discovered that this was a village, a village as simple and honest as Lanyang Village.

Why compare it to Lanyang Village?

Because a simple and honest villager was standing right in front of him.

This villager had a ruddy complexion and carried a heavy oily sheen. Although Haichi Ridge was suffering from a disaster, judging by his complexion, this person's meals seemed to be quite good.

The man was holding a curved blade, looked at Li Banfeng, and said: "I want one of your hands. You won't die. Cut it off from the shoulder down, and once it's cut off, I'll let you go."

"It sounds a bit scary, but actually, losing a hand is nothing. My blade is especially fast; it won't hurt at all when I cut."

Li Banfeng looked stunned and said: "It really won't hurt?"

The man smiled: "It really won't hurt. Don't believe me? Why don't you try?"

Li Banfeng nodded: "Do you want the left hand or the right hand?"

The man tilted his head and looked at Li Banfeng: "Do you think I'm joking with you? I want to cut off one of your hands; do you understand? If you don't understand, take a look; there are ready-made ones over there."

Beside him, a woman was being held down on the ground by two strong men with their hands over her mouth, and another strong man was holding an axe, preparing to cut off her arm.

There were quite a few corpses on the ground; some had no limbs, and some were just skeletons, but their heads were still there.

No wonder they were all oily-faced; it seemed they really weren't going hungry.

These people still had some common sense; they knew they couldn't eat the head.

Famine.

This was famine!

In the midst of famine, people would turn into ghosts.

The man looked at Li Banfeng and said: "If you understand, then stretch out your hand. If you don't understand, your fate will be the same as theirs."

Li Banfeng said solemnly: "I understand. I'm sincerely asking for advice: do you want the left hand or the right hand?"

The man was stunned, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart.

Why doesn't this person know fear?

He gripped the blade tightly and said to Li Banfeng: "I want the left hand."

"Fine!" Li Banfeng took a half-step to the man's side, snatched the blade away,

"You want the left hand, so give me the right hand." With a *squelch*, Li Banfeng cut off the man's right hand.

The man let out a wail, lay on the ground, and rolled back and forth.

Li Banfeng frowned: "Didn't you say it wouldn't hurt at all? It's wrong to lie to people; I won't give you the left hand either."

*Squelch! *

Li Banfeng cut off the man's left hand as well.

The man fainted and stopped moving. The others were scared silly, and even the woman being held down on the ground was scared silly.

They couldn't care about the woman anymore and took their tools to surround and attack Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng held the blade and discussed it with them one by one.

"Do you want the left hand or the right hand?"

"Not saying, right? Then I'll cut off both for you; you can pick slowly yourself."

"And you? You're not saying either."

"Then I'll cut off your legs!"

PS: The Lady is going to have a big meal!

Adding a chapter tomorrow!

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