Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 453 Black Market Storm II

Because Ximen Lang's outburst was sudden.

high speed.

Almost as soon as he saw the opium on the stall and confirmed that it was the root cause of the chaos that plunged the entire country and its 56 ethnic groups into an endless abyss, he immediately kicked the stall owner in the face with his size 40 foot.

No one reacted.

Even Wen San, who was standing next to Ximen Lang, only felt a sudden gust of wind around him, and then nothing more.

The crowd was stunned, genuinely surprised that someone was actually causing trouble in the black market.

Until Ximen Lang stepped on the head of the stall owner who was clearly breathing more gas than he was breathing in, and loudly questioned him.

"So many of us died, and we finally managed to stand up straight and be human again, and you're selling this stuff here! Are you even human?!"

The crowd slowly came to their senses.

Then, Wen San was completely stunned by Ximen Lang's sudden outburst.

It was simply unbelievable; it was unimaginable that Simon Lang would do such a thing.

Fearing that he would be implicated by Ximen Lang, Wen San quickly grabbed Ximen Lang's arm, who was still cursing angrily, and pleaded with him.

"My ancestors, at least look at the territory you're in before causing trouble! They already had their eyes on you, and now you're making a scene on their turf. Aren't you just asking them to deal with you?!"

As they were talking, suddenly more than a dozen burly men appeared on the street, carrying various weapons, and gradually approached Ximen Lang.

Seeing that they were about to be completely surrounded, and Ximen Lang was still furiously cursing the dead man he was about to kick to death, Wen San couldn't hold back any longer.

"He's about to die, why are you still arguing with him? Instead of wasting your time, you should think about what we need to do now! I'm telling you, they're surrounding us! If we don't run now, it'll be too late!"

Reminded by Wen San, Ximen Lang gradually recovered from his rage.

Looking around, he saw that it was true; a dozen burly men, armed with weapons, were indeed surrounding him.

They showed absolutely no panic, nor any intention of running away.

Like grabbing a dead dog, they pulled the vendor up by the back of his collar.

Facing the burly man at the head of the group, Ximen Lang asked the question directly without any expression.

"This scum... is one of yours?"

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

"If so, you are breaking the law knowingly. You know how harmful this thing is, yet you still lead the way in harming your own compatriots. You deserve to die!"

"What if it isn't?"

"No? You who protect and condone drug dealers buying and selling drugs on the black market deserve to die too!"

This made all the thugs and bullies laugh in anger.

Even at this point, Ximen Lang still dared to spout such nonsense in front of them.

Having roamed the streets for years and never seen such a stubborn fool, one of the underlings couldn't help but yell at Ximen Lang.

"I've never seen such an arrogant person in my entire life!"

"Well, you've seen it for yourself today!"

"Damn it! Still being stubborn even when you're about to die! You're asking for it!"

As he spoke, he picked up a large cleaver and made a move to slash at Ximen Lang.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was simply too great. In Ximen Lang's eyes, his fierce strike was like a slow-motion scene from a movie.

The knife had barely reached Ximen Lang's head when he raised his leg and kicked the man right in the chest.

The faster they came, the more elegantly they swung their swords, and the faster and more disheveled they retreated.

In the blink of an eye, he was kicked more than ten meters away by Ximen Lang.

He was on the verge of not surviving.

Just moments ago, these ruthless thugs and bullies, who had been holding various weapons but didn't want to cause too much trouble, immediately dropped their knives, guns, clubs, and all sorts of random things.

Instead, they pulled out a series of guns, long and short, from their waists or backs, all pointing at Ximen Lang and Wen San, who was completely terrified.

This was truly beyond Ximen Lang's expectations.

Originally, because he had kicked two people away in succession, and although he had subconsciously held back some of his strength when he attacked, Ximen Lang, who still had a vague feeling that they were probably not going to survive, had gradually calmed down.

He even felt a little remorseful, wondering if he had gone too far or been too cruel. Even if they deserved to die, they shouldn't have died at his hands; they should have faced legal consequences.

It was clear that in the blink of an eye, so many gun barrels were pointed directly at him.

A flood of emotions surged forth, instantly transforming into rage.

With a thought, he used his increasingly skillful cheat ability to separate himself and Wen San from the world of Beijing. After ensuring their safety, Ximen Lang significantly increased the pressure on his hands.

He tossed the drug dealer in his hand onto the wall behind him like a rag doll, and it hung there for a while before slowly sliding down.

Having done all this, he saw that the thugs and bullies opposite him, apart from becoming increasingly angry, still did not take any further action, let alone fire their guns.

Having gradually figured out what they were afraid of, Ximen Lang took the opportunity to pull out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at the burly man in the lead.

He became increasingly composed.

"You don't dare to actually fire, right? Is it because we're in the city right now, and we're afraid of attracting the police, and then we won't be able to escape?"

Ximen Lang's words were indeed spot on; he had a complete grasp of their thoughts.

Originally, he was just after money, but now that he'd run into this fool Ximen Lang, he was completely at a loss and had already started plotting revenge later.

“We’re all in the same boat. I’m not clean, and neither am you. Calling the police won’t do anyone any good. Why don’t we…”

They were about to follow the rules of the underworld and have Ximen Lang draw up a line.

Wen San, who was already not very brave, was now so scared that he almost wet his pants when he heard that they were going to call the police.

Is this okay? !
Regardless of the occasion, you should quickly offer advice.

He grabbed Ximen Lang's leg and started howling.

"Sir, let's stop this nonsense, okay? Don't forget, you're a secret agent! If we really attract the police, you'll be shot too! Then I won't be able to escape either!"

His words undoubtedly convinced the gang leader that there was still room for negotiation.

Just as he was about to follow Ximen Lang's lead and temporarily reconcile with him.

Who knew, just now, a sentence came out.

"Who do you think you are? It turns out you're a friend from the island. Isn't this a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple, and family members not recognizing each other? To tell you the truth, I'm also one of the Chairman's men! I still have the letter of appointment he issued to me a few years ago."

A large group of heavily armed soldiers immediately surrounded everyone.

(End of this chapter)