dkrc Chapter 122 Come to the door to collect debts
Chapter 122 Come to the door to collect debts
Chapter 122 Come to the door to collect debts
Southern State.
This city is different from the elegance and beauty of Xizhou's mountains and rivers. On the contrary, due to the massive development of gold mines and coal mines, as well as the rapid expansion of real estate developers, the whole city is full of excessive development and violence.
The rise and fall of the Xiao family was like a flash in the pan yesterday, and it became a joke among the common people to provoke the Zhang family.
Returning to his hometown, Xiao Yunqi felt mixed emotions.
"Fourth brother, do you still remember Luo Xiaoyu?" Xiao Yunqi asked sadly looking at the tall buildings flying by outside the window.
"Well, from the art department, her hair is straight, she doesn't talk much, she is fair and elegant, and she is often seen drawing by the school's lake with a drawing board."
"At that time, you had a crush on him, so you didn't dare to say it. When others were painting, you held your guitar and showed off at a distance. When they went to the cafeteria to eat, you followed them in a hurry. Later, we were shameless. Boss, I handed you a love letter."
"I didn't expect Luo Xiaoyu to really agree to you."
The clean, elegant and beautiful girl appeared in Jiang Han's mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little desolate.
"She fell in love with me because she already knew that I really like her." Xiao Yunqi smiled lightly, unscrewed the small wine bottle that he carried with him and took two sips.
Jiang Han patted his shoulder and didn't speak any more.
With Xiao Yunqi leading the way, the two soon arrived at Zhang Wuyang's luxurious mansion.
Good guy, there are two big stone lions squatting at the gate, and there is a plaque hanging on the gate: "Zhang's Mansion."
The mansion occupied almost half of the street. Standing guard at the entrance were two well-dressed martial artists in black with black beards and fierce faces. Each of them led a bulldog, showing the Zhang family's majesty.
As soon as Xiao Yunqi reached the door, his legs couldn't help shaking, and he couldn't even walk steadily.
Jiang Han lifted him around his waist, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid of him, we are here to collect debts!"
"Hmm!" Xiao Yunqi gritted his teeth hard, overcame the fear in his heart and straightened his chest.
"What are you doing, look at whatever, and go." As soon as Jiang Han and the two approached, the watchdog barked wildly.
Jiang Han asked the bodyguard to report: "I'm looking for Zhang Wuyang, you go and tell him that an old friend is here."
The bodyguard stared at Jiang Han casually, and snorted disdainfully: "If anyone wants to see Mr. Zhang, wouldn't the old man have to be busy to death?"
"Just explain Jiang Han from Yuege." Jiang Han said.
"Just wait." The bodyguard waved his hands and strode inside.
Zhang Wuyang is practicing hammer in the backyard at the moment.
Most of the martial arts practitioners these days focus on swords, making hammers is very rare.
Zhang Wuyang is a master of using hammers, a pair of pumpkin hammers in his hands weighs several hundred catties, even if an ordinary person gets hit by the side, his tendons and bones will be broken.
Over the years, whether it was Cao Dong from Dongzhou or Wu Laoliu from Xizhou, they all turned to loess.
In the end, it is because of their own lack of strength.
Zhang Wuyang was different, he knew from the very beginning that besides money and power, the more important thing in this world was martial arts.
Martial arts are definitely not boxing or Sanda in the eyes of ordinary people, but real killing skills.
Martial arts masters have many privileges in the Dragon Kingdom.
As strong as a master, he can keep the country safe and secure the people. Even the cabinet council of elders has to be in awe.
No matter how much you don't help Wu Zun, you can also dominate one side, so that the forces of all parties dare not cross the threshold.
Zhang Wuyang's eldest son was sent to the north when he was seven years old, and became the closed disciple of the head teacher of the Northern True Sect.
As for himself, he has a great relationship with Nanlin Temple, is proficient in Bodhidharma boxing, and even diligently cultivates the golden melon hammer passed down by his family. He has the courage to be invincible.
It's just that he hasn't fought with anyone for too long. The world only knows that he is the number one wealthy family in Nanzhou, but they forget that he was also a first-class master in the all-powerful side.
That's right, he has raised a large number of martial arts thugs, and two-thirds of the top disciples outside the martial arts hall in Nanzhou are almost all recruited.
Not to mention the few priests invited by the mansion, all of them are masters of one against one, but if something happens, he doesn't need to end it himself.
"Master, there are people outside who want to see you." The bearded bodyguard came in and reported with his hands clasped.
Zhang Wuyang wiped the melon hammer with a deerskin smeared with tung oil, without raising his eyelids: "Who is it?"
"He said he was Jiang Han from Mingyue Pavilion!" the bearded man said.
"Jiang Han?" Zhang Wuyang raised his thick eyebrows, and the light in his eyes became sharper: "This is a rare visitor."
The nominal owner of Mingyue Pavilion is Lord Ding.
Except for Song Ziyi from Beizhou, few outsiders knew Jiang Han's identity.
Jiang Han was just a lavish player in the business of Master Ding, and from time to time he would get a few treasure players that opened everyone's eyes.
Zhang Wuyang had dealt with Jiang Han several times, so he knew that he had an extraordinary background.
At least last month, the pill he sold was no worse than the treasured pill.
"Could it be that he wants to come to me to sell his new gadgets? Well, this person is reliable in business and worth seeing." Zhang Wuyang thought to himself.
"Come here, prepare tea and welcome guests." Zhang Wuyang waved his hand and ordered.
The butler at the side immediately took orders, and the bearded man quickly returned to the door: "You two, my master has an invitation."
Jiang Han and Xiao Yunqi walked in.
What a mansion, inside are pavilions, rockery, streams and flowing water, the railings are all made of high-quality mahogany, and the carvings and paintings are all exquisite workmanship by famous masters.
Walking along the way, it was like entering the Grand View Garden. Compared with Wu Laoliu's house, both in terms of luxury and taste, it was completely higher than nine heavens.
Zhang Wuyang had already been waiting outside the main hall, seeing Jiang Han's extremely affectionate expression: "Haha, brother Jiang, long time no see, I was just thinking about you, brother."
"Brother looks good, it seems that my Little Yuan Pill has a good effect." Jiang Han also laughed loudly.
"Two, please come inside!" Zhang Wuyang didn't recognize Xiao Yunqi, and entered the hall first.
The three of them sat down in order of priorities, Zhang Wuyang raised his hand and asked with a smile: "Brother Jiang, I know you have great powers. I wonder if there will be any surprises this time?"
"It really is! And it's a big surprise." Jiang Han laughed.
"Oh, come on, come on, Mingyue Pavilion, I'm the most optimistic about your brother, you can always have good stuff."
"Don't worry, as long as the thing is good, I will buy it at any price." Zhang Wuyang patted his chest and said proudly.
Jiang Han waved his hand: "No, this time I'm not here to sell goods, but I brought a person."
Then, he pointed to Xiao Yunqi: "I wonder if Master Zhang recognizes this person?"
Zhang Wuyang's fierce eyes fell on Xiao Yunqi.
Facing this tiger-like man, Xiao Yunqi couldn't help shivering, his eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look at each other.
"Haha, Zhang doesn't know!" Zhang Wuyang laughed heartily.
He felt a little more unhappy, what kind of cat or dog is this, how can he get into his eyes.
"Patriarch Zhang better take a few more glances." Jiang Han slid the teacup, raised his gaze, and spoke in a somewhat cold tone.
Zhang Wuyang became a little impatient, waved his hands and said with a sneer: "There are so many people in the world, how can I know them?"
"Then let me remind you!"
"His surname is Xiao, and his name is Xiao Yunqi. A few months ago, you just killed sixteen members of his family. The Dafeng real estate that the Zhang family owner just annexed belongs to him."
"Master Zhang should have remembered." Jiang Han put down the tea bowl, walked to the plaque in the hall of the Zhang family with his hands behind his back, and began to observe.
Zhang Wuyang frowned, looked at Xiao Yunqi carefully, and then stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "It turns out that he is the leftover son of the Xiao family, um, yes, I do know him, so what? Could it be that brother Jiang wants to take him Am I here to receive the reward?"
"It's a good one who shows greatness and virtue, what a glorious ancestor! It's a pity!" Jiang Han stared at the plaque in the lobby and sighed proudly.
"What does brother Jiang mean?" Zhang Wuyang realized that Jiang Han was here to mess things up.
"He's my brother!" Jiang Han turned around and said solemnly.
Zhang Wuyang's cheeks trembled: "Brother Jiang, are you going to collect Zhang's debt for your brother?"
"That's right, I'll give you three days to hand over your son Zhang Chu and the thugs who participated in the bloodbath of Xiao's family."
"Perhaps, I can consider leaving a bloodline for you." Jiang Han said coldly.
"Ha ha!"
Zhang Wuyang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Brother Zhang has heard about the battle against Xizhou, but I am not a waste like Wu Laoliu. Let alone a human being, you are not worthy of a blade of grass here!"
"Never mind!"
"Since Patriarch Zhang is so confident, let's do it tonight, I'll come again tonight!" Jiang Han said lightly.
After finishing speaking, he walked slowly with his hands behind his back, as if he was visiting his own garden, and walked out easily under the glaring eyes of many martial artists from the Zhang family outside the door.
Zhang Wuyang stared fixedly at Jiang Han's back, and slowly clenched his fists.
(End of this chapter)