Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Paynt Made
Night falls, Drunken Flower Tower.
Outside, the icy wind howls and snow flies, while inside the tower it is as warm as spring, and the atmosphere is lively.
Seated comfortably on a soft wolf-skin rug, Yang Lang rubs the beauty in his arms with his left hand, and raises his cup high with his right, laughing loudly: "Brothers, tonight we won’t return until we’re drunk!"
"We won’t return until we’re drunk!"
The n in the tower responded with a roar, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.
Beside each man sat a lightly dressed concubine, whispering sweetly, their warm bodies and fragrance filling the air with the aroma of alcohol and costics.
"Big brother."
One of the n leaned over, picked up the wine pot, and attentively filled Yang Lang’s cup, laughing: "You’ve spent so much today, we really followed the right big brother!"
Yang Lang laughed heartily, leaning contentedly back into the arms of another concubine.
This Outer Hall Incense Master of the Martial Power Sect was slightly tipsy, lazily saying: "It’s nothing, you all have worked hard following , eating and drinking a bit is only right."
Most importantly, he wasn’t spending his own money!
Yang Lang really hadn’t expected that the Celestial King Hall’s Outer Hall Protector, a Tier Four Martial Artist, would be so easy to talk to.
Today, he audaciously extorted a hundred and eighty-eight silver taels in New Year Festival Fee from Zhang Yuan.
Originally, he thought Zhang Yuan would be furious and turn hostile.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan, just like last ti, agreed without hesitation and imdiately returned with the silver taels.
To be honest, Yang Lang even felt embarrassed for him.
Yang Lang speculated that Zhang Yuan had lost his backing in the Celestial King Hall temporarily, thus he dared not confront the Martial Power Sect.
Or maybe Zhang Yuan had sensed the Martial Power Sect’s plot, choosing to endure humiliation and delay.
After all, the Martial Power Sect had over seven Tier Four masters.
There was also a Tier Five strong leader!
What of a Tier Four Martial Artist?
Once grasped by the lifeline, even soone like him at Tier Three could ride above!
But this guy really had money.
The more Yang Lang thought, the more his Heart Fire burned, greed practically ignited his eyes.
This Outer Hall Incense Master began considering what reason to use next ti to extort more money from Zhang Yuan.
The Hall Master Zhu Jun had agreed.
No matter how much silver Yang Lang extorted, it all belonged to him and his n.
This was money for risking one’s life!
Crash~
At this mont, the door to the elegant room was suddenly pulled open from outside: "So, all the Miss Hua are here!"
A burly man stood at the doorway, grinning at the people in the room.
"Oh no, sir, you can’t go in!"
The Madam of Drunken Flower Tower squeezed over with effort, trying to block him: "This room is full of distinguished guests!"
Yang Lang suddenly rose, his face sinking: "Get out!"
The burly man had a robust build and rugged appearance, with hardened stubble covering his face.
He wore a bear-skin jacket, with a dagger at his waist, the standard attire of a wandering hero.
Yang Lang was extrely furious inside, on the brink of shouting curses.
This Drunken Flower Tower was really no match for Chunyue Pavilion, allowing such random guests to barge into the VIP room; the standard was truly low.
However, Drunken Flower Tower was just a street away from Wuwei District, and the girls in the tower were reasonably priced and beautiful.
Perfectly fitting Yang Lang’s level of consumption.
He also wanted to go to Chunyue Pavilion to see the Courtesan, but alas, his wallet said no!
Seeing Yang Lang displeased, the man closest to the door imdiately stood up, reaching to push the burly man.
He cursed as he did so: "Deaf? Didn’t you hear
say get out?"
But before his hand touched the other.
The burly man sneered coldly and suddenly swung a slap.
Smack!
Yang Lang’s subordinate took the slap fully on his face.
A crisp "crack" sounded, his head twisted 180 degrees, his face facing his back.
With imnse shock and bewildernt, this Tier Two Dark Force Martial Artist collapsed.
Crashing onto the wine table.
And this sudden incident shocked everyone present.
Yang Lang, being the strongest, reacted quickest.
"Kill!"
He roared furiously, leaping into the air like a fierce tiger attacking prey, punching at the burly man at the door.
Yang Lang was a Martial Artist at Peak Level Tier Three Transformation Realm, just a step away from Tier Four.
Having fought for the Martial Power Sect for years, his combat experience was exceedingly rich.
Recognizing the enemy’s threat, this Outer Hall Incense Master struck boldly, consolidating all his power into his fists, shaking the air into a roaring force.
His explosive strength exceeded the limit of 3,500 pounds!
To Yang Lang, this punch was the strongest strike he could muster in haste.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Lang’s fist reached the burly man.
The fierce fist wind even blew the latter’s hair!
But to Yang Lang’s shock, the burly man didn’t dodge or blink.
As if dumbfounded.
However, in the next mont, the burly man suddenly smiled.
Yang Lang’s fist was caught steadily by a palm, the powerful force within disappearing like a pebble in the sea, without making a ripple.
Tier Four master!
Before Yang Lang touched the ground, his heart plumted into despair.
Crunch!
The burly man’s fingers closed, crushing Yang Lang’s fist forcefully, then slapped him on the forehead.
This Outer Hall Incense Master crashed to the ground, shaking the entire tower.
As Yang Lang’s consciousness plunged into darkness.
He heard a voice in his ear: "The buy life money is paid."
Yang Lang suddenly realized.
But it was too late for regret, stepping onto the Yellow Springs Road with endless despair.
And after killing Yang Lang, the burly man didn’t spare the others.
One punch for each, killing all three of Yang Lang’s n.
Bright red blood splattered the walls.
Strikingly vivid.
The concubines accompanying the guests either fainted in fright or shrank trembling in corners, water pooling beneath them.
So kneeled, desperately kowtowing for rcy.
The burly man shook his head, turned, and left the room, now resembling Purgatory.
He stepped over the Madam on the floor, slapped away the Drunken Flower Tower guard rushing in at the news, and laughed wildly: "I, Wei Yan, killed just for vengeance today. Whoever wants to die, co find !"
With these words, the burly man broke open the window in the hallway, leaping into the snowy sky.
Disappearing in the blink of an eye.
A mont later, the Madam on the floor lifted her head, letting out a sharp scream.
"Murder!"
"Help, soone quick!"
At this ti, Drunken Flower Tower exploded into chaos, hurried footsteps resounded upstairs and downstairs.
Ensuring a snow-stormy, sleepless night!
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