Exile is exile, is half of the capital enough as compensation?

"Enter the city? Boss, didn't Lord Zhu say that we can't enter the city without permission?"

The thin man said, "Do we have to wait here forever? Besides, the situation is unclear right now. How can we feel at ease if we don't go and take a look? And our food is almost gone. No matter what arrangements they make over there, we have to get the food back! Okay, I'll take care of this matter myself."

When the square-faced man heard him say this, he didn't dare to say anything anymore.

Others don't know, but he knows that the boss looks very thin, but he is actually very fierce. Only he can say a few words in front of the boss.

The two chatted for a while, and Leng Youran couldn't hear any other questions, so he returned to the backyard.

Seeing that Huo Tong and the others had not arrived yet, he started walking around the yard.

However, there was one place he did not approach, not for any other reason, but simply because there were clearly people living there, but there was no sound at all.

Leng Youran knew that the people there were either the living dead or masters, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

After spreading the sleeping pills in the front yard, she returned to the secret passage.

About a quarter of an hour later, Huo Tong finally arrived with his men.

Leng Youran handed him the black towel soaked in spiritual spring water.

"Let the brothers take it."

Huo Tong knew without hesitation that his master must have taken the first step.

After all the sixty or seventy people he brought put on their masks, Leng Youran waved his hand and a group of people swarmed forward.

Leng Youran led his men straight to the front yard. With the help of the sleeping pills Leng Youran had given them before, they easily broke into one room after another.

Soon, screams were heard from the people inside.

There was a lot of noise here, and even the boss of Zhuangzi, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by the noise in front.

I felt a little dizzy as soon as I stood up.

He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, a sneak attack."

While cursing, he sat cross-legged on the bed and used his internal energy to force out the drug he had just inhaled.

Just as he adjusted himself, the door was kicked open.

When Leng Youran saw that he was still sitting on the bed, a strange look flashed across his face.

"Who are you?"

"The one who wants to kill you." The previous person's martial arts were crippled and she was able to keep him alive. It was obvious that this person was not simple, and she would not leave any trouble behind.

Hearing her brazen words, the frail man slapped the bed and leaped towards Leng Youran, "You're looking for death."

Leng Youran was not afraid at all and rushed forward with her sword. Her swordsmanship was not good but she had brute force.

The two swords met in mid-air, making a sharp "sizzling" sound.

Before they knew it, they had exchanged dozens of moves.

Seeing that something was wrong, the man took a deep breath and flew out of the house.

Leng Youran followed him slowly and flew towards the backyard.

"Mr. Fan..."

The man shouted towards the backyard.

Leng Youran frowned slightly, and a mini pistol appeared in his hand, which he fired at the thin man who was still running towards the backyard.

The man fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Leng Youran was about to go forward to finish him off when a person suddenly jumped out from the house in the backyard that Leng Youran thought was fishy.

He slapped Leng Youran who was just about to land.

Leng Youran rolled over to avoid the attack.

"Mr. Fan attacked her late at night and took her down."

Old Fan glanced at the thin man on the ground.

"When do I need you to tell me what to do?"

The thin man was frightened by Mr. Fan's scolding, and he hugged his legs and shut his mouth obediently.

Seeing that he knew what was good for him, Mr. Fan shut up and flew into the air, looking at Leng Youran who was not far ahead.

"My dear, I am grateful for your late-night visit. What brings you here?"

Leng Youran carefully felt the breath of the old man in front of him.

Even at such a close distance, she still couldn't feel the fluctuations of his internal energy.

She had barely dodged the palm strike just now, and she could tell that the old man had not used his full strength.

Leng Youran clasped his fists and said, "Senior, it's wrong to disturb you so late at night. I don't want to be your enemy, but..." Leng Youran pointed at the man on the ground, "I must get rid of him."

Mr. Fan looked at the woman in front of him leisurely. The woman was not very old and he couldn't even see the amount of internal strength in her body.

Although her words were full of respect for him, it was rare for the person in front of him to have such courage to take Skinny Monkey's life in front of him.

"Oh? What if I have to protect him today?"

Leng Youran flexed the Golden Dragon Sword in his hand and said, "Well, I can only forgive my rudeness."

It was the first time that Old Fan had seen such a lovely girl. Although he was clearly frightened, he could still say these words without shame, looking up to the sky and laughing, "Hahahaha, hahahahaha, it has been many years since I have seen such a lovely young man like you. For your fearlessness, I will do whatever you want tonight, but I must keep Skinny Monkey's life. If you don't want to, then this old man can only bully the weak with his big body."

After saying this, Mr. Fan's aura changed and his internal energy poured out.

Even though Leng Youran was dozens of meters away from him, he still felt the pressure.

Slowly, Leng Youran felt a dull pain in his heart, and the smell of blood gradually spread to his mouth.

Even so, her body still stood in mid-air, without even a sway.

She had no internal strength, so when she met a master like the old man, she could only rely on her physical strength to resist.

Old Fan looked at Leng Youran in front of him in shock. He didn't expect that there was someone who could withstand the pressure of his internal strength at that moment.

With a flick of his sleeve, he took back the leaking internal energy.

"Never mind, you were able to withstand my internal force suppression, which means you blocked my attack. But I still hope that you can spare the skinny monkey's life for my sake."

Leng Youran felt his body lighten. Without saying anything, he quickly took out the water bag from his waist and drank a few mouthfuls of the spiritual spring water.

Mr. Fan had been keeping an eye on her. He was shocked to see that her originally pale face turned red at an imperceptible speed after she just drank some water.

He took a sniff, and a refreshing fragrance in the air hit his heart.

He flashed to Leng Youran's side, and before Leng Youran could react, the water bag in his hand had disappeared.

Ok?

She looked at Mr. Fan, who was already very close to her, with some confusion.

"Old man, do you want to take action?"

Mr. Fan ignored her and sniffed her water bag with his nose.

"Girl, what kind of water is this? Why does it smell like this? Why do I feel refreshed after smelling it?"

He was seriously injured in his early years, but fortunately he was saved by Skinny Monkey Daddy. Although he has rarely used his internal force in recent years, the internal injuries still exist.

He stayed at home every day, just to find a way to deal with his stubborn illness.

He agreed to let Skinny Monkey come to the farm to recuperate, firstly because it was a good place, and secondly because Skinny Monkey's father had asked him to take care of him.

Leng Youran didn't expect the person in front of him to have such a sensitive nose. Even from such a long distance, he could smell the scent of the spiritual spring water. He said vaguely, "It's just ordinary water."