I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 8: Golden Wind and Drizzle
Seeing this scene, Song Ke's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he rushed forward to check the two people who fell out.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Liang, how are you?"

It turned out that these two men were members of the Changle Gang, who were responsible for maintaining order in the gambling house all year round.

When one of the tall and thin men saw Song Ke coming, he immediately struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a wronged look:

"Master Song, I'm finally seeing you! The people from Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower are here to cause trouble again, go and take a look!"

Song Ke nodded:

"Are you injured? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Another short and strong man dusted himself off, stood up and said:
"I was hit twice, but it's not a big deal, Hall Master Song. They are going too far. Not only did they drive away all the customers, but they also falsely accused our gambling house of cheating. It's totally unreasonable."

Song Ke frowned, took out two hundred yuan from his pocket, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm glad you're not injured. Take this money and buy some food and drinks to replenish your body."

Both of them knew Song Ke's character very well, so they did not refuse and accepted the money readily. They thanked him repeatedly, and then they noticed that behind the acquaintances from Luohan Hall, there was a tall young man following.

"Li... Gang Leader Li?"

The short and strong man was shocked when he saw Li Qingyun.

This old man is usually elusive, so why is he here today?
Li Qingyun smiled and nodded slightly at the two of them:

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers. Take us inside to see who is so bold as to cause trouble?"

A tall and thin man named Zhu quickly led the way and led Song Ke, Li Qingyun and others into the Changle Casino.

As soon as Song Ke entered the room, his face darkened.

In the early morning, the gambling house was empty except for a few fierce-looking men standing in front of the dice table, hugging their shoulders and sneering at the dealer.

"The gambling house of the Changle Gang is actually cheating! The rule is to pay ten times the amount if the counterfeit is made. Bring me thirty taels of silver."

Next to these people, the fat gambling shop owner was smiling and saying:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don't say anything careless. Our gambling house has been open in Bianliang City for decades, and we have always been fair to everyone..."

"Fuck you!"

The bald man in the lead rudely interrupted the shopkeeper before he could finish his words, raised his palm as big as a palm-leaf fan and was about to hit him.

The shopkeeper was an old friend of Shan De Tang. His martial arts skills were not high, but his reaction was very fast. Seeing the viciousness of the other party, he quickly stopped talking, and swiftly jumped back three steps with his fat body, covering his face with his long sleeves and said:
"You guys from the Golden Wind and Rain Tower should not go too far. We from the Changle Gang are not to be trifled with!"

He said these two sentences without much confidence, and seemed to be timid. The bald man laughed and said:

"What the hell are the Changle Gang? I bullied you today, so what?"

As he said this, he stepped forward and was about to fight.

The fat shopkeeper was so frightened that he crouched down, and suddenly he heard someone shouting:

"stop!"

The bald man looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and thin young man blocking the door, holding the hilt of a knife in his right hand, ready to attack.

He said with a fake smile:
"So it's Hall Master Song who's here. Your gambling house is not very honest. You cheated by using dice filled with mercury, causing me to lose several taels of silver..."

Song Ke glanced at him and snorted coldly:
"You said we cheated, where's the evidence?"

The bald man twisted his mouth and pointed at the dealer:
"He hid the dice..."

Song Ke frowned. This kind of thing was impossible to explain clearly. Even if he smashed the dice in front of the other party to check, the other party could still say that the dealer took the opportunity to switch the bag.

He also understood that these people had other intentions, and entangled with them in these trivial matters would only affect the business of the gambling house, so he said simply:
"Stop talking nonsense. You people from Jinfengxiyu Tower have been causing trouble time and time again. Now either get out of here or stay and don't leave."

The bald man's face changed when he heard this. Just as he was about to explode, he heard someone behind him say calmly:

"One thousand taels."

Song Ke was slightly stunned, not understanding what was meant, but when he looked carefully, he saw that the person who was speaking was about sixty years old, very thin and tall, shaped like a bamboo pole, especially his two long eyebrows that hung down like a pair of insect antennae.

The third in command of Jinfengxiyu Tower, the long-browed old man Situ Haiguang!

Song Ke was shocked, and was swept by the other party's real gaze, and for a moment he felt a little dry in the mouth.

He had heard that this man was a renowned elder of the outlaws, who had been a force to be reckoned with for decades with his Eagle Claw Kung Fu, but he had not shown up for two years.

Rumor has it that he went insane while practicing martial arts and has died, but I didn't expect him to appear here today.

Song Ke wanted to cut the Gordian knot and suppress the gang in front of him with thunder, but the appearance of Situ Haiguang forced him to re-evaluate the strength of both sides. He was not a coward, nor did he lack the courage to face strong enemies, but today he represented the strongest force of the Changle Gang, and he would not lose unless he won.

If they lose even a little bit of battle here, the arrogance of the Jinfengxiyu Tower will become even more arrogant, and the already precarious Changle Gang will find it even more difficult to continue.

"What do you mean?"

Song Ke suppressed his intention to attack violently and wanted to hear the other party's conditions.

Situ Haiguang was wearing a neat and clean black cloth gown, sitting on the armchair with his legs crossed. He calmly took a puff from his pipe, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"Your gambling house is deserted, so business is probably not doing well. In case of emergency, I can do a good deed and buy this place for 1,000 taels of silver."

"Bullshit!"

Song Ke's face immediately turned cold.

The other party has completely torn off their disguise and is ready to blatantly seize the property of the Changle Gang.

This gambling house is an old brand, and is located in a good location in the East Market. Its net profit every month is more than several hundred taels of silver. It is a joke that Jinfengxiyulou wants to buy it for only one thousand taels of silver.

Moreover, without the gambling house as an important source of income, the already impoverished Changle Gang would find it even more difficult to survive. There would be no need for other gangs to suppress it, and it would disband within a few months.

"Ok?"

After hearing Song Ke's words, the old man with long eyebrows raised his head, his aura suddenly increased, and he looked at him with a sinister and cold gaze.

How could a small, impoverished hall master, a young man in his twenties, dare to talk to me in this manner?

The jet-black gown fluttered in the wind, and the long-browed old man's pale, skinny hands stretched out from his sleeves, with his fingers bent like eagle claws.

The surging and vast aura gushed out towards the opposite side like a flood breaking through a dam.

Song Ke's face was as gloomy as water, his teeth were clenched tightly, veins on his right hand holding the knife were bulging, and he was ready to fight to the death at any time!

Behind him, several thugs from Luohan Hall were a little dazed under the powerful pressure from the opponent. They trembled involuntarily and subconsciously clamped their legs together.

Just when the tense nerves were about to be broken, a tall figure stood between Situ Haiguang and Song Ke, blocking the collision of their auras.

"I said……"

Li Qingyun walked up to the long-browed old man and swung his arms lazily, "...Who are you?"

"Boss! Danger!"

Song Ke didn't expect that at this critical moment, his own useless gang leader would be so ignorant as to step forward and seek death.

The old man with long eyebrows is a master who has been famous for decades. He can defeat this unlearned and unskillful dandy with just one move. How does he have the courage to do that?

Although he hated it, Song Ke couldn't really let Li Qingyun go to die.

If the new leader of the Changle Gang was beaten to death in the street under his protection, the name "Song Ke" would probably become a laughing stock in Bianliang City.

Gang leader?

Situ Haiguang was immediately delighted when he heard this. He had heard that the old leader of the Changle Gang, Li Xuanfeng, had passed away, leaving behind an incompetent son to succeed him, who had made the huge family business worse and worse. He didn't expect that it was this young man in front of him.

If we catch him, there will be no doubt that the Changle Gang will hand over the gambling house.

"I am the third in command of the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, also known as Long Eyebrows..."

He introduced himself proudly, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt his heart pounding, his muscles tensed, and even his hairs stood up unconsciously.

It was the instinctive fear that came with facing crisis after having been on many battlefields, and the deadly threat was right before his eyes.

Situ Haiguang felt a chill in his heart, and then his vision was covered by a black sole, and he didn't even have time to react.

Click!

Suddenly, the sound of wood breaking echoed throughout the gambling house!
The armchair exploded instantly, turning into sawdust all over the sky. A slender figure in a black robe flew out backwards, smashing the pine gambling table and falling heavily to the ground.

Song Ke's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the several Arhats behind him were so scared that they squatted down with their heads in their hands.

The bald man from the Jinfengxiyu Tower looked at the third in command who was curled up in the wood chips, opened his mouth wide but dared not speak, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"A third-in-command..."

Li Qingyun stood there, straightened his collar, rubbed his boots, and was as calm as if he had just stepped on an ant:
"...are you qualified to sit and talk to me?"

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(End of this chapter)