Chapter 453

「Yong Ge」 is called Lan Yong; he is not a hoodlum, on the contrary his family is scholarly, his grandfather a university professor, his father the director of a cultural station, his uncle an education chief!

As for him personally, he opened a health-preserving grand hotel, usually does some real estate development, his reputation is not bad!

However, few know that the eight biggest gangsters in the whole county are his subordinates; most of those hair-raising deeds are done at his behest!

Today is his girlfriend's birthday!

He actually has a wife; this girlfriend is his eighth in line, working as a manager at the county's Longguang sales office, a renowned great beauty, both alluring and seductive!

At six in the evening, Sunshine Grand Hotel.

A brand-new Ferrari parked at the curb; Lan Yong got out of the car, gallantly opened the passenger door, took the hand of a beautiful girl full of allure, and together they walked toward the hotel entrance.

Behind them, six or seven lackeys got out of two BMWs, strutting along arrogantly.

Inside the hotel, the lobby manager led a group of greeters to welcome them from afar, bowing and scraping: "Lan Zong! La La Miss!"

Lan Yong, refined and genteel, smiled, took out a stack of bills and handed them over as a tip.

The manager's expression changed; he hastily took the bills, then handed over a red envelope stuffed with a bank card: "One hundred thousand, wishing Miss La La a happy birthday!"

Lan Yong casually took it, patted his head, and with his girlfriend walked toward the private room.

Not long after they left, eight motorcades arrived outside,

A large group of people got out of the vehicles; the eight youths leading them were all stalwart and muscular.

The manager again came forward: "Kui Ge, Fa Ge, you've come!"

One youth nodded: "Has Yong Ge arrived?"

The manager nodded: "He has arrived!"

The eight youths waved, leaving the lackeys behind, then gathered together, laughing and joking as they walked in, soon entering a luxurious private room.

Inside the private room, Lan Yong waved: "Sit!"

The eight youths nodded and bowed: "Thank you, Yong Ge!"

Lan Yong clicked his tongue: "All of you are big brothers, why act like this? Loosen up!"

The eight youths then began to laugh, each producing valuable gold and silver jewelry as gifts, which they handed to Miss La La.

Lan Yong was very pleased, nodded, gave a hehe laugh: "Not bad!"

At this moment, one youth said: "Yong Ge, we've sent that Xiazi's girl over; she's pretty, why aren't we allowed to touch her?"

Beside him, a bald youth kicked him: "Yong Ge's!"

Lan Yong chuckled lightly: "I'm tired of playing with her; you can do whatever you want, but the higher-ups have specifically demanded her!"

"'Above? Director Zhang?' the bald youth asked."

Lan Yong glanced at him: "Shi Gongzi, why don't you go ask the reason?"

"'I dare not!' the bald youth shrank his neck."

Lan Yong smiled and clapped his hands.

"We can serve the dishes now."

The door opened, and a person walked in holding a large tray with a metal lid, not knowing what dish it was.

Everyone at the table didn't pay much attention, continuing to chat and laugh.

However, the person who brought the dish set it down and didn't leave, instead muttering: "Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one..."

The bald youth was the first to notice, coldly saying: "What are you counting?"

That person lifted his head, revealing a delicate face, his expression icy at the moment: "I'm counting noses, not sure if it's thirty-one or thirty-two!"

Everyone at the table looked at him; the bald youth sneered: "What do you mean? What nose?"

Miss La La looked at her freshly done nails, rolled her eyes: "Damn fool! We didn't order noses!"

"'Ordered!' Heng Xian opened the metal lid on the tray, revealing a whole plate of bloody nose-tip meat."

"'Ah!' Miss La La screamed in fright and dove into Lan Yong's arms."

Lan Yong and the eight youths were stunned in an instant!

"'How about eating this with mustard?' Heng Xian asked."

"'Where... where did you get these things?' the bald youths finally reacted, jumping up with a 'Swish'."

Heng Xian said seriously: "Those are your outside lackeys, exactly thirty-one of them!"

The group of bald youths' faces slightly changed, they sized up Heng Xian from head to toe, then looked at Lan Yong.

However, just as they moved, the eight waist knives uncontrollably flew from their hands,

Eight bald-headed people immediately rushed toward Heng Xian, each drawing out the waist knives they wore.

They stabbed back into the shoulders of the eight men, and with great force pinned the eight heavily against the wall!

Pinned dead tight!

The eight were a bit slow to react, first stunned, then groaning in pain.

Lan Yong's body froze!

Heng Xian acted as if nothing had happened, his left arm around Miss La La, his right hand picking up chopsticks, feeding her the bloody nose tip.

Miss La La's forehead was covered in cold sweat; she glanced at the eight on the wall, dared not move a muscle, and looked pleadingly at Lan Yong.

Lan Yong breathed heavily: "Brother, what's your surname?"

Heng Xian said: "Heng Xian! Heng Xian of Xiangyang Lane!"

Lan Yong startled: "Xiazi's brother? You, you didn't run away?"

Heng Xian nodded: "Yeah, I ran off, and came back!"

Lan Yong looked at the eight lackeys pinned dead and Miss La La, swallowed his saliva: "This is truly unimaginable; with such skill, you really shouldn't have run away!"

Heng Xian nodded: "Hmm, ran away, and came back again!"

Lan Yong looked at the eight henchmen who were condemned to death and Miss Lala, swallowed his saliva: "This is truly unimaginable; with such skill, one really shouldn't run away!"

I don't know if I can let the woman go—she's innocent!

He, Lan Yong, has many women, but that doesn't mean he doesn't cherish women!

Heng Xian said leisurely: "In this private room, even the air isn't innocent—what bad deeds has this woman done? Do I need to list them one by one?"

Lan Yong fell silent.

Miss Lala, knowing no one would save her, could only tear up while stuffing her nose into her mouth, chewing and swallowing it, her mouth full of blood.

At that moment, Lan Yong suddenly stepped back a few steps, gave a cold chuckle, and said: "Heng Xian, have you never heard this saying?"

Heng Xian earnestly fed the nose meat, not lifting his head: "Speak!"

Lan Yong said: "No matter how high one's martial arts, one still fears a kitchen knife—what's more..."

He drew a finely crafted Desert Eagle: "I have a gun—guess whether your fist and foot skills are faster, or the bullet?"

Heng Xian glanced at him, then hurled Miss Lala into the corner, turned to face Lan Yong, and pointed at his own heart: "Go ahead and shoot—then you'll find out."

"Uh..." Lan Yong was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, seeing the eight lackeys pinned to the wall and his unconscious girlfriend, he decisively fired.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced through.

He seemed to foresee the scene of Heng Xian being shot and screaming in agony, a hint of cruel satisfaction on his face,

but his smile froze on his face the next instant.

Because the bullet struck Heng Xian, but was blocked by a wisp of vaporous energy, it simply hovered in midair, naked.

This scene was utterly bizarre!

"What does this mean? What is that mass of energy surrounding your body?" Lan Yong asked.

Heng Xian said: "This is called protective aura—explaining it is a hassle; in your next life you can look it up on Baidu!"

"Sorcery!"

Lan Yong cursed loudly, turned, and bolted for the door.

But as soon as he moved, his body was pierced through by twenty chopsticks, which pinned him firmly to the wall alongside the lackeys!

He first felt dizzy, then let out a anguished scream.

Heng Xian walked up to him, his face as cold as icy frost: "Where is my sister?"

Lan Yong's face turned ashen; gritting his teeth against the heart‑rending pain, he stammered: "Xia and Xiazi were taken by Zhang Fei, who said Young Master Shi wanted to see them. Mr. Heng, spare my life—I had no choice!"

Heng Xian patted his shoulder: "You fool! Your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all shredded—you can't possibly survive!"

Having said that, he casually picked up the salt jar from the table and earnestly poured it into his several fatal chopstick wounds.

Without waiting for his reaction, he turned and left, locking the door behind him.

"Spare me once!"

Lan Yong struggled in pain, still unable to believe he would die, until his face grew paler and his body weaker……

The author got drunk, fell asleep, and will update tomorrow morning; he promised to start releasing three chapters every few days from tomorrow!

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