At this moment, Lai Wuyou and his gang of ruffians.

These guys were holed up in a coal mine's rest room gambling.

Lai Wuyou was also a master of Eight Extremes Fist, with Dark Force cultivation.

With these skills, along with his talent for bribery and manipulation,

Lai Wuyou turned the seven or eight unlicensed black coal mines around him into his personal cash cows.

Among the Big Rascals, Lai Wuyou's economic strength wasn't the strongest.

The money he earned was the blood and sweat of the coal workers, his methods extremely cruel.

Many looked down on him.

But no one wanted to provoke this guy lightly.

The reason was simple.

Lai Wuyou's master was a well-known Baji Great Master in Shan Province.

Three or four of his martial brothers were practically Martial Arts Masters.

With their skills, they weren't in demand in modern society, finding even a decent job was difficult.

These people had gathered around Lai Wuyou to get by.

Thus, relying on their sect's connections,

Lai Wuyou had two Dark Strength Yellow Grade experts and two Mingjin Earth-grade experts by his side.

Such a formidable force meant that even Golden Buddha didn't want to offend Lai Wuyou easily.

And Lai Wuyou, on the back of his fellow disciples' power, behaved arrogantly and recklessly, with no regard for others.

This guy received a call from Three Swords, and didn't take Lin Xueyi seriously at all.

He sneered, went about his business as usual.

In the shabby room, there was a broken-legged Eight Immortals table.

On the table, however, were stacks of hundred-yuan bills, piled up like a small mountain.

Those gambling with Lai Wuyou were all his fellow sect disciples.

These guys, almost all coal mine bosses, were filthy rich.

They were playing dice, with each bet involving tens of thousands of yuan.

Yet these fellows didn't even frown.

It seemed Lai Wuyou was in luck today.

Stacks of bills piled up in front of him, almost forming a mountain.

The guy was all smiles, his horse-face wrinkled up.

"Eldest Senior Brother, you're really on a roll today."

"Yeah, Eldest Senior Brother, with Golden Buddha gone, this area is all yours now, no more dues to pay."

"Pah, even if Golden Buddha were alive, when have we ever been afraid of him?"

...

A bunch of fellow disciples were flattering Lai Wuyou.

Hearing his martial brothers lavish him with praise, Lai Wuyou's horse face beamed with joy.

"I respected Golden Buddha, he was a senior."

"But as for being afraid, huh, who have I, Lai Wuyou, ever feared?"

He lazily smoked his cigarette and blew out a cloud of thick smoke.

"This morning, Three Swords from Liucheng called me."

"Three Swords wants me to report at Fanlin Temple tomorrow morning, to pay homage to some 'Queen Lin,' pah!"

He spat out a mouthful of phlegm fiercely.

The other four disciples were taken aback.

One guy with a gold-capped tooth said cautiously,

"Eldest Senior Brother, do you know the background of this Queen Lin?"

"Yeah, Eldest Senior Brother, have you checked out what kind of bigshot this Queen Lin is?"

"If she's on the same level as Golden Buddha, we better be careful."

"It's not that a fierce dragon crosses the river, Eldest Senior Brother, I think we should prepare for this early on."

Being seasoned veterans in the Mortal World, they all stopped gambling and began to discuss as soon as they heard Lai Wuyou speak.

"Hmph, you guys, the older you get in the Mortal World, the more cowardly and cautious."

Lai Wuyou snorted, his tone filled with derision.

"Songcheng big shot Bai Shengwu called me."

"This Queen Lin, she used to run a small bar in Yannan."

"A woman, coming out to mix in our world, is practically seeking death."

As Lai Wuyou spoke, he let out a mocking laugh.

"I guess this is some trick by Three Swords and his gang."

"Golden Buddha dies out of the blue, they want to press us down, so they prop up some broken queen."

"This move, during the era of the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao played it. It's called 'using the emperor to command the princes.'"

"I refuse to go pay homage. Let's see what the Three Swords can do to us!"

Lai Wuyou's words incited a round of cheers from the others.

"Eldest Senior Brother is right, I don't think that Three Swords, Two Gods, and Five Ghost Kings are anything special."

"Yeah, Eldest Senior Brother should visit Liucheng sometime, we can come up with some gangster title like 'Supreme Heavenly King' and dominate Shan Province!"

...

Lai Wuyou laughed heartily.

He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, full of vigor.

"Originally, we weren't a match for people like the Three Swords and Qiu Yidao, Yan Wuxin."

"But now the opportunity has come, I heard that when Golden Buddha and the Dragon King Envoy exchanged blows, the entire Three Swords, Two Gods, and Five Ghost Kings were beaten like dead dogs."

"Now even if we have to throw down, we don't need to be afraid of them."

While saying this, he opened a bottle of beer and chugged it down in one breath.

He had a look of disdain on his face.

"As for that Queen Lin, she's even less than nothing."

"A mere hotel proprietress wants to command me? That's purely a dream."

Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the door from outside.

Lai Wuyou was startled.

Someone actually came to this pitch-black coal mine in the middle of the night.

That in itself was a bit unusual.

Lai Wuyou nodded to a man with a sharp face and monkey-like cheeks.

"Fourth Brother, you go open the door."

The man cursed under his breath, reluctantly making his way to the wooden door.

"Who the hell is so annoying, knocking at the door in the middle of the night?"

Bang!

Suddenly, the wooden door burst open with a loud crack, splintering into several chunks.

One of the pieces fell heavily on the man.

From the wooden plank, a tremendous force was transmitted.

It knocked the sharp-faced, monkey-cheeked man backwards.

His body, weighing over a hundred jin, slammed into the Eight Immortals table in the room.

There was a loud crashing noise, and the Eight Immortals table immediately collapsed.

In the room, red hundred-yuan bills flew everywhere, fluttering chaotically.

"God damn it, who's got the gall to come make trouble in my place?"

Lai Wuyou roared furiously, grabbed a pickaxe, and charged outside.

The other brothers also picked up whatever they could find and followed Lai Wuyou out.

In the middle of the coal-dust-filled yard stood a handsome and cold young man, dressed in army green.

By his side was a burly big man, nearly 1.85 meters tall.

The guy had an intimidating and formidable presence that was quite frightening.

"Who are you?"

Lai Wuyou was an old hand in the Mortal World.

He could tell that these two had an extraordinary aura and immediately became cautious.

The young man said indifferently, "Under Queen Lin's command, Fan Yi."

The burly man laughed heartily, "Under Queen Lin's command, Mad Blade."

"The two of us have come to invite Mr. Lai for tea at Fanlin Temple."

"Damn it, it's come to our doorstep. Brothers, attack!"

Lai Wuyou bellowed and, brandishing his pickaxe, charged at Mad Blade.

Mad Blade laughed and pulled out a large wrench from behind his back.

Fan Yi casually grabbed a stool from the ground.

The fight in the courtyard ended quickly.

After two or three minutes, Lai Wuyou was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

His breastbone, ribs, and the bones of his lower left leg

were all brutally shattered by Mad Blade.

The rest were in a similar state,

their bones broken by Mad Blade and Fan Yi.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi both possessed a dark energy heavenly grade skill level.

Their Martial Arts Realm was much higher than these men.

And when it came to close quarters combat,

two warriors who emerged from a sea of blood and mountains of corpses, the Mad Dragon Soldier Kings, were truly invincible.

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