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A square faced man dressed in coarse clothes said to his companion in a low voice as he looked at the pile of Murong Family servants and the middle-aged butler lying on top of the pile of servants.
"Caution!" The square-faced man's companion pulled at his sleeves, and said in a low voice: "That's Murong Family, I'm still awe-inspiring!"
"Humph!" Bullshit Murong Family, other than riding on top of our citizens' heads and acting mighty, what else can we do? To think that his Murong Family is even from a famous sect in the martial arts world, what the f * * k! "
This time, the square-faced man did not continue to lower his voice. Instead, he spat towards the middle-aged butler with a resentful expression.
Murong Family had been established in the city for a long time, although there was no lack of wise Patriarch, who was able to sympathize with the suffering of the common people.
However, the current Patriarch of Murong Family, Murong Bo, had allowed the servants of the household and the practitioners of the martial arts world who were raised with Murong Family to run amok in the city, causing the reputation of the Murong Family to go down the drain.
Currently, in the eyes of the citizens of Grandwake City, Murong Family was no different from a hegemony who had never been pardoned. It was just that, due to the power and influence of the Murong Family, they dared not speak out of anger.
"Do you want to die!?" The square-faced man's companion quickly pulled the square-faced man back into the crowd. At the same time, some lingering fear could be seen on his face.
"I also don't know if that young noble will be safe and sound. This Murong Family has quite a bit of power in the Grandwake City," This time, a young man dressed as a scholar spoke.
He raised his head and saw that Xiao Tian was drinking from an exquisite wine cup in front of the restaurant's window on the third floor.
"That little gongzi must have some martial arts to be able to throw out the steward of Murong Family and all these dogs out of the inn, right?" Someone beside him said.
"Although this little gongzi's kung fu is not weak, that old dog Mu Rong is also a famous expert. If he personally takes action, how could this little gongzi be a match for him?" The scholar replied without turning his head.
"But …" Someone at the side said, "That little gongzi seems to be very confident."
"So what if he's confident?" Suddenly, someone from the crowd spoke. His voice was slightly hoarse, causing people to tremble in fear.
Everyone looked over to the source of the voice and saw a skinny old woman with a hideous scar on her face. She looked like an evil spirit. It was unknown when but she had appeared in the middle of the crowd.
The old lady saw that everyone was looking at her, and immediately laughed coldly: "There are so many famous experts in the Grandwake City, how many of them dare to be rash? To deal with this kid, this old one does not even need the Patriarch to step in and capture him! "
"However, since that brat insulted my Murong Family, the Patriarch will personally take action. In any case, that kid is a dying person, he just wanted to let him live for a few days! "
After the old lady finished speaking, she looked around at the rest of the people, then raised her hand and pointed at the few people who had spoken earlier, and sneered: "On the other hand, the few of you who dare to criticize my Murong Family behind my back, die!"
Before she could finish speaking, the old woman stomped on the ground and her body passed through the crowd like a gust of cold wind. In the blink of an eye, she appeared before the scholar who had just spoken.
It was just a type of "Black Tiger Steals Heart" on a rotten street. When used by this old woman, it looked extremely ruthless. Coupled with the old woman's ferocious face, she really looked like an evil spirit that had rushed out of hell!
The surrounding commoners couldn't help but close their eyes. They had lived in the city for a long time, so how could they not recognize this old woman?
This old lady was called Murong Yan and was Murong Bo's wet nurse. Her strength was unfathomable.
It was said that Murong Yan's strength could also be placed in the top three within Murong Family, and was only slightly weaker than Patriarch Murong Bo and another elder that had hidden himself!
Furthermore, the scholar was only a weak scholar. How could he have survived Murong Yan's attack?
Seeing that the scholar was about to bleed profusely, half of the bamboo chopsticks suddenly flew out from the restaurant's third floor window and ruthlessly struck Murong Yan's palm. She was actually forced four or five steps back, just barely stopping her momentum!
"Tell me …" You can kill me? " A white shadow jumped down from the third floor of the inn. In his left hand was an exquisite wine jug and in his right hand was a piece of bamboo chopstick.