Chapter 189
“Humph! You think I’ll believe it? I repeat: Are you keeping a young, good-looking teen here?” The leader had seen a lot and would not be deceived .
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He swung his arm, breaking a gambling table with his lash and injuring a gamester standing in front of it . Blood was streaming down his clothes, which terrified all the others and caused them stand as far away as possible .
Immediately, there was an empty space for the broken table and the moaning man . He was covering his waist, unable to stop the blood from flowing out of his body .
“Don’t lie to me, or all of you will have a taste of my lash! Now, tell me: Is the boy here?”
It was then that the people observed his weapon more closely . It was two fingers thick, with numerous tiny, fine hooks hung along it and twenty shining blades at the tip .
No wonder the man was bleeding so seriously! If the leader had added some force, he would have been dead in the blink of the eye .
The receptionist was the closest to the leader . Seeing the red stained lash, he felt his arms and legs soften .
“I…” He tried to continue his lie, but his throat locked up when he met the leader’s eyes . It was like death itself was clenching his neck .
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The crowd knew not what was happening, yet the other soldiers had blocked the door . They could only leave when the boy was found .
To get themselves out of danger, one of them replied before the receptionist did . “They did catch such a boy some days ago . They say he’s gorgeous like a fairy, and his skin is as smooth as…” Before he finished, those next to him blocked his mouth .
Silence prevailed in the lobby . Everyone could feel the deadly danger .
Bang! Some of them could not withstand the atmosphere and fell onto their knees without sensing the pain .
What they did not know was the equal amount of shock and fright in the intruders’ hearts . They were all adult men and understood what was implied in the gamester’s description . All they could think of was the end of their own lives .
Meng Liang was the favorite legitimate son of Meng Zhan, the present master of the house, and was supposed to be Meng Zhan’s successor . But these people… How dare they do that to him!
The leader’s contours became as rigid as steel . There would be a rough storm after they saved the langjun .
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At the same time, the receptionist was also desperate . He finally believed Meng Liang about his background, and he knew there was no way the little gambling house could bear the outrage of a house .
He trembled . “That… that boy’s… long gone… gone…”
But the leader did not trust him . He had the picture of these people locking Meng Liang up in a dark, cramped room and doing all sorts of shameful acts to him . Thus, he made a sign to his soldiers, who quickly stationed themselves at all the exits of the place, blocking everyone from leaving .
“Look for Langjun!” The command started their search––or, more appropriately, destruction .
The leader remained in his place like a stone pillar . He folded his arms at his bosom, solemnly waiting for his people to bring back the teenager .
While the receptionist panicked, the guards in the gambling house heard about the news and rushed to the hall with their wooden sticks . A Meng soldier drew his sword without a second thought .
Splash! The tables, gambling tools, and silver blocks on the floor became crimson . A guard’s arm was severed . His body was penetrated by the long blade and he hit the ground, which caused a loud noise . He was staring at the soldier with disbelief until he died .
They’re killing! The feeble gamesters vomited at the strong scent of blood, while the braver ones’ faces became as pale as newly painted white walls .
Although those from the gambling house had considered themselves ruthless, they had never really taken the life of any . Now they had met a truly merciless team . While they were using sticks to strike, the men were holding swords to slaughter .
The search was a long process . The soldiers returned gradually, none of them with a positive report .
“We… We did mistakenly keep the langjun with us for some time, but he was rescued the night we caught him!” the receptionist said, his legs shaking . He did not tell tell them that Meng Liang had been missing since only the second night, or else they would know what the gamester had said was true . No noble could endure such humiliation, and he would never admit it .
After a while, other soldiers returned with similar reports: No one had found Meng Liang .
The last one came back with two rolls of bamboo slips covered with dirt and dust . He found them from a firewood storage room . “Leader, please take a look at this…”
This soldier had interrogated two guards and learned that the “potential commodities” were stored with the firewood . He handed in the unopened rolls to the leader, who violently tore away the pieces of cloth tying them up and held them each with one hand . As he scanned through the lines on the slips, all the others held their breath and observed his tightening lips . Is the langjun still alive?
The rolls did not give an explicit answer, but the kidnappers’ demand was clear .
“These people can’t live . ” The leader did not bother to conceal his brutal determination . After his order, the soldiers drew out their swords and pointed them at the crowd .
The receptionist, the gamesters, and everyone else from the gambling house gasped . What are they doing?
“They’re going to kill us!” One of them could stand it no longer . As soon as he began to run, his head was cut away from his corpse .
When his blood scattered on the wall, all the others realized their similar fate: They had reached the last morning of their lives .