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Through the perspective of the red-eyed crow, Zhang Yuan coldly watched everything that happened at the entrance of the rice shop.

After the rioting crowd was dispersed by the big men holding sticks, one of them entered the rice shop.

And soon came out again.

Then this group of powerful men quickly formed small teams and dispersed into the nearby streets and alleys to knock on the doors of every household.

One of the teams went straight to Zhang Yuan's residence!

And the leader, Zhang Yuan had seen it once before.

Yang Lang, the incense master of the outer hall of Wuwei Gate!

When Zhang Yuan came to settle in Xucheng and rented the previous house, the people of Wuwei Gate came to visit him.

Perhaps because they were afraid of his identity as the guardian of the outer hall of Tianwang Palace, the other party did not have any unfriendly behavior.

After that, the two sides have been at peace.

But Zhang Yuan did not pay less than a penny of the fees he should pay.

The area where he lived was the territory of Wuwei Gate.

The strength of Wuwei Sect is quite strong. The sect leader Zheng Lianhong is a fifth-level Zhenyuan strongman, and there are many fourth-level masters in the sect.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

While Zhang Yuan was thinking, the gate of the courtyard was slammed hard, shaking a lot of snow on the wall.

Quite rude and rude.

Zhang Yuan frowned and went forward to open the gate.

A burly man was standing in front of the door. When he saw Zhang Yuan coming out, he stepped aside in a dignified manner.

Yang Lang stepped onto the steps, saluted Zhang Yuan with a smile and said, "Protector Zhao, we meet again."

Zhang Yuan calmly replied, "Master Yang, what can I do for you?"

Yang Lang sighed, "Recently, the city suffered a snowstorm, and the streets were in turmoil. We are under great pressure from Wuweimen, so we need the support of the residents in our jurisdiction."

Zhang Yuan nodded, "This is a matter of course. How can I support you?"

Yang Lang was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Zhang Yuan to be so easy to talk to.

The Wuweimen Outer Hall Master's eyes flashed, licked his lips and said, "Protector Zhao, our gang's fees have always been collected by household. Big households pay more, and small households collect less. Can you understand?"

Zhang Yuan nodded, "Reasonable."

This made Yang Lang a little confused, and felt that the back-up plan he had prepared was useless.

He simply said directly: "Zhao Protector, according to the rules of our gang, your family has to pay 100 taels of silver for snow removal and street cleaning fees!"

In order to show the rationality of this fee, the Wuwei Gate Outer Hall Incense Master emphasized: "Your family was originally one household, and now two households have been connected, so it must be calculated as two households."

While speaking, Yang Lang secretly tightened his muscles and his vigilance was raised to the highest level.

Because he was facing not only a Tianwang Palace Outer Hall Protector, but also a fourth-level master!

Although Yang Lang himself was a warrior at the peak level of the third level.

But even with a few men, it was not enough for Zhang Yuan to fight with one hand!

Once Zhang Yuan turned his face, the only thing he could do was to run for his life.

However, Zhang Yuan remained calm and replied calmly: "Wait a minute."

He actually turned around and went to the room to get the silver.

Such a result made Yang Lang and his men look at each other in dismay.

They all felt something was wrong.

Because Zhang Yuan was so easy to talk to, he actually fully agreed to the high fee.

You know, Zhang Yuan is not a character who can be bullied at will.

A dignified fourth-level Qi warrior is the status of a hall master or elder in Wuweimen.

Not to mention that Zhang Yuan is also the guardian of Tianwang Hall.

Even if he is the guardian of the outer hall.

He has no temper at all?

Yang Lang pondered for a moment and whispered: "Let's see."

He felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Zhang Yuan's attitude was really unusual, as if he was brewing something.

Yang Lang felt very dangerous.

But he had no choice

Because this matter against Zhang Yuan was not his personal idea and decision.

It was a task imposed by the top.

Unless Yang Lang betrayed Wuweimen, he had to execute it, even if it required risking his life.

But once it was accomplished, the reward he could get was also very generous.

Maybe he could successfully open up the Qi Sea!

Thinking of the scenery above the third level, Yang Lang couldn't help but clenched his fists.

His eyes became very firm.

Zhang Yuan came back soon.

He also brought back two ingots of snowflake silver to Yang Lang: "Master Yang Xiang, please check the weight."

Yang Lang knew that the weight was fine after taking the silver ingots, so he smiled and said: "No need, I believe in the Dharma Protector. Thank you for your support for our sect. Goodbye!"

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He winked at his subordinates beside him.

Several people bowed to Zhang Yuan together, and then followed Yang Lang away.

Zhang Yuan stood on the steps in front of the door and watched the group go away.

There was an almost weird light flashing in his eyes, as if saying goodbye, but also as if mocking.

In the deepest part of the pupil, a little red flame condensed!

On this side, Yang Lang led his men less than a hundred steps away, and for some reason, he became more and more nervous as he walked.

The previous sense of uneasiness suddenly became stronger, as if he was facing the abyss and trembling.

Especially the two ingots of silver that he had just put in his arms, heavy as if pressing on his heart.

It felt like Zhang Yuan was giving him money to save his life!

The Wuwei Gate Outer Hall Incense Master couldn't help but look back.

There was no one in front of Zhang Yuan's house.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

The subordinates who followed him noticed his abnormality and couldn't help but ask.

Yang Lang calmed down, shook his head and replied: "It's okay, let's go back to the gate first."

The subordinate couldn't help scratching his head and asked: "Then let's just forget about this?"

"What are you panicking about!"

Yang Lang glared at him fiercely: "Can we decide what the hall master ordered? But we have to do it step by step, winter is still long!"

After a pause, he added: "Don't worry, as long as I, Yang Lang, have something to eat, I won't let my brothers go hungry!"

Several subordinates smiled when they heard this.

They quickened their pace and headed towards the direction of the Wuwei Gate Station.

At this moment, Yang Lang didn't notice that there was a black crow hovering above his head!

The Wuwei Gate Outer Hall Xiangzhu returned to Wuweifang with his men.

Wuweifang is a small market, and it is also the station and old nest of Wuweimen.

After a long period of operation, this area now accommodates the main members of this gang and many high-level people.

Including their families.

Because it concerns the foundation of the sect, Wuweifang is heavily guarded and outsiders are not allowed to enter.

After returning here, Yang Lang felt relieved.

He felt much more relaxed.

He came to the outer hall and reported the situation to the hall master Zhu Jun.

Yang Lang told Zhang Yuan exactly what happened when he asked for snow removal fees and street cleaning fees.

He did not exaggerate or hide anything.

At the same time, he presented two large silver ingots that were not yet warm!