Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

In the inner city of Yongzhou, Baihua Tower.

The lobby was full of people and noisy.

The waiters shuttled among them, holding vegetable books, busy taking names and serving dishes; the waiters were busy serving tea and water, receiving guests and welcoming guests, making it a lively scene.

He Quan from the Black Claw Gang, with two of his men, strode into the lobby of Baihua Building and walked straight towards a box in the deepest part.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes. Although it was not brocade or satin, he still had an aura that should not be underestimated.

Whenever they pass by the waiters and servants, these servants all nod and bow, not daring to neglect them.

When he reached the stairs of a private room, he stopped and bowed slightly to an entourage dressed as a domestic servant.

He clasped his hands in his fists and said with a hint of respect: "He Quan of the Black Claw Gang, I recently heard that the fifth young master needs mountain treasures to help him practice, so he carefully selected a piece of Lingqiongzhi and an old ginseng. Let’s talk about our sincerity and hope that the fifth young master will accept it.”

As he said this, he gestured with his eyes.

The two younger brothers who followed him respectfully handed over the Lingqiongzhi and Laoshen that had been packed in exquisite gift boxes with natural movements.

The servant seemed to have some memory of He Quan. He silently took the two gift boxes and said with a slight movement in his eyes: "Wait here."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, opened the door, and walked in cautiously to communicate.

After a while, the servant left and returned.

He said thoughtfully: "The fifth young master has already heard about it and is grateful to Gang Leader He for his kindness. However, the Sun family's direct young master is hosting a banquet tonight, and the fifth young master is too busy to meet in person. Please meet Gang Leader He another day. The opportunity to talk together.”

Hearing this, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of He Quan's lips. He took out a few heavy copper coins from his sleeves and gently placed them in the servant's hands: "Thank you very much. I hope you can say a few kind words in front of the fifth young master in the future."

As a lowly servant, the servant in front of me is at the bottom of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

But as the saying goes, beating a dog also depends on the owner. In fact, slaves are also divided into three, six, and nine grades.

Some slaves from high-ranking families sometimes have statuses no worse than those from gangs.

This is the case for the servants of the Zhou family.

Sometimes gangsters need to look up to them, and they don't dare to look down on these servants.

He Quan also lowered his posture and his attitude was very humble.

The servant of the Zhou family seems to have been used to this kind of scene for a long time. He weighed the money bag given by He Quan in his hand, and suddenly there was a lot of smile on his face: "It's easy to talk, the Fifth Young Master has always valued Gang Leader He, if he I will definitely be very happy to know that Gang Leader He is sending this great gift.”

He Quan turned around and left with a smile on his face.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the laughter in the box suddenly increased.

He suddenly stopped and looked back at the dimly lit wing. There were figures on the windows, as if many gentlemen and young ladies were chatting and laughing inside.

He Quan withdrew his gaze, the smile on his face slowly faded, and walked towards the outside of Baihua Building.

"It is said that a dragon begets a dragon, and a phoenix begets a phoenix. Why should I be born to be inferior to others? One day I will be able to become a master."

He secretly swore in his heart, and an unyielding light flashed in his eyes.

Soon, He Quan's eyelids drooped slightly, covering up the burning desire, and he left the Baihua Tower with a meteoric stride and walked towards the entrance of the Black Claw Hall.

There is a section of road from Baihualou to the entrance of the Black Claw Gang, and you need to pass through Qinghefang.

He Quan was walking on the street with his two men, like a lion patrolling his territory, and he seemed a little satisfied.

After giving the gift, he didn't feel distressed or eager for the result. Instead, he looked relaxed and had an indifferent attitude.

He pointed to several shops on the street and said: "This is the front of Old Man Zheng's house. I heard that his business has been good recently. Tomorrow his security fee will be increased by 20%."

"I heard that Yang Sandao's family has two daughters. I'll give him a 30% increase and help him sell his daughters."

"And this one, we will get back the principal and interest on the loans we extended in the middle of the year."

"..."

Along the way, He Quan "pointed the country".

The two men following him took notes one after another.

After He Quanmao made an assessment, he said after seeing the situation: "That's pretty much it. I'll save the remaining shops until the middle of the year. The key point is to see if any of them have children and are living in difficulty. You can take the opportunity to put some money in to help their family." We will overcome the difficulties together.”

"The gang leader is still kind-hearted."

"Ha ha."

He Quan laughed.

The treasures handed over to the fifth young master of the Zhou family today are certainly valuable, but the wool comes from the pigs.

After all the hard work, the people in the city came back.

In this world, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say.

As long as he didn't overdo it and force them to completely lose their livelihood and cut the leek roots, these people would just muddle along.

In He Quan's eyes, calling them human beings is a compliment.

It's obviously just a cow and horse that can eat, poop, and speak human language.

As He Quan approached the Black Claw Hall in his thoughts, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Wait a minute." He stretched out his hand to stop him, but an imperceptible alertness flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but slow down his pace a lot, and he walked more cautiously.

"Something's wrong..." He whispered to himself, raised his hand slightly, and said to the men behind him: "It's almost dark, why is the door of the hall still wide open? One of you, go and see if it's the door of the hall. Something happened."

He Quan, who was born in a gang, has been fighting all the way from the bottom to the present. It is common for enemies to fight to destroy the family, and he is very sensitive to this situation.

If he hadn't been smart, he wouldn't have survived until now.

Under his orders, a capable subordinate responded.

Probably influenced by He Quan, this subordinate also became cautious and approached the door quietly.

Before he reached the threshold, a strong smell of blood came like a tide, instantly invading his senses and making his heart skip a beat.

He stood at the door and glanced into the hall: "Oh my God!"

He saw corpses lying in the hall, like hell, which scared him to death.

Right in front of him, a man wearing the uniform of a Weiwusi official sat quietly in the main seat. He was tall and straight, and a heart-pounding breath was constantly spreading from him.

"An enemy has come to the door."

This subordinate of He Quan was horrified and turned to flee.

But Shen Qing flicked his fingertips, and an invisible energy instantly sealed his throat, strangling him to death.

"What a coincidence! I was just wondering how to find you, but you came to me." Shen Qing's voice was as cold as ice, with a hint of playful smile: "You came just in time, so I can get rid of this trouble forever."

He suddenly jumped up, flew out of the main hall, and jumped onto the roof in an instant.

Shen Qing skillfully took out the Cloud-Splitting Bow, pulled out an arrow, and pointed it at He Quan who was stunned below.

He Quan felt a bone-chilling chill rising from his spine and rushing straight to the top of his head.