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Zhonghua Men Henan's total hall!

The northernmost region of Anhui Province was freezing cold in December, especially at midnight.

Almost everyone had fallen into a deep sleep. The streets were completely silent at midnight, even to the extent that it was similar to the silence of a dead person.

Occasionally, a small whirlwind would blow across the empty street, silently sweeping the trash into the sky and bringing about a burst of coolness and loneliness.

At the hall gate, two men dressed in thick coats were leaning against the door lightly. They were smoking cigarettes as they struggled to stare at the dark, empty street lazily.

If not for the last bit of willpower supporting them, the two of them would have already fallen asleep on the ground.

Just as the two of them were about to fall, a short and thin 'youth' suddenly walked out from the dark alley across the street. A faint smile hung on his face and a deep chill appeared in his eyes.

If such a person suddenly appeared on the empty street, it would definitely attract others' attention. However, the two of them were extremely tired. It was only when the person was less than five steps away from them that the two of them suddenly realized that someone was approaching.

One of them somewhat irritably waved the Tang Dao in his hand, bluffing, ”Go away little brat, stay away from grandpa.” As he spoke, he tightened his clothes and closed his eyes.

However, not only did the ”child” not leave, he instead sped up. His slender jade-like right hand suddenly rotated, and an exceptionally slender silver light strangely attached itself to their necks.

”Children” laughed. ”Children of Vermillion Bird Temple, Grandpa will send you to the underworld.”

He pulled his right hand towards his chest, and the silver light around their necks disappeared. Then...

Two heads, which still had their eyes slightly closed, rolled off the two heads. Two thick and viscous pillars of blood shot out from the necks of those neck that seemed to have been cut off by sharp blades, blooming like fireworks in the night sky.

”Bang …” The headless body and the head fell to the ground.

This bloody scene immediately plunged the empty street into a gloomy and terrifying state.

This short 'youth' who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen, with a height of less than 1.7 meters let out a hoarse, sinister laugh that was extremely out of proportion to his age.

Dry, ear-piercing, Baleful Yin! With a slight twist of his right index finger, the thin silver light started to close up. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a thin silver thread.

He didn't know what material this thread was made of to have such tenacity. He didn't even see how he managed to cut off their heads.

Picking up a Tang Dao from the ground, the ”youth” waved his hand towards the dark alley behind him, and a dense group of people slowly walked out from a few nearby alleys. This group of people seemed to have at least a thousand people, and all of them were wearing the same weird clothing for the left, right, and even more so, eighty percent of the one thousand people were tall and sturdy.

The bloodthirsty light shone on the not-so-tall office building.

In front of him was a cold faced big fellow who was not much weaker than Zhou Xinmin. He looked at the thin and weak ”youth” in front of him, and his sturdy arms trembled in the air, suddenly releasing a loud, soul-piercing roar, and then, like a rhinoceros that was running at full speed, he rushed towards the hall door in front of him.

The group of lackeys behind him also let out the same arrogant howls, and fiercely rushed towards the hall across them under the agitation of the horn that sounded like a drum.

These two consecutive ear-piercing howls caused the silent space to boil, and similarly woke the Zhonghua Men Brothers who were inside the hall up from their slumber.

Without time to think about anything else, the five hundred brothers who were guarding hall picked up the blade blades in their arms. Without waiting for their leader to shout, they all ran downstairs to the hall with cold faces.

The ones in charge of guarding the underworld in this city are Vermillion Bird Temple, and Vermillion Bird Temple is most proud of its discipline! As a member of the Vermillion Bird Temple, the first thing one receives is discipline, a type of discipline that was similar to a soldier's and fearless.

As a result, while they were running down, the sleepy brothers had already fully recovered. This was truly admirable.

Moreover, the five hundred people did not make the slightest noise while they were running. Aside from the muffled sound of running, everyone else had their mouths shut tightly as a cold light shone in their eyes.

Who was it!? Who dared to come and act so arrogantly in front of Zhonghua Men! Who was it!? Who dares to provoke authority in China!

As the person in charge of the hall, Meng Xiaobei, one of the two great deputy hall master s, was even more shocked, angry and suspicious.