The hoodlum led the way, bringing Li Banfeng into the Hall Entrance.
The so-called Hall Entrance was, in fact, just a workshop.
The Gang Leader of the Green Fire Gang was drinking inside the workshop, while a photographer took photos.
Three young won, beautiful in appearance, with slender figures, wore nothing as they posed as models.
So it turned out that the Green Fire Gang was involved in this line of work too.
With his hat brim lowered, Li Banfeng walked towards the Gang Leader. By the ti the Gang Leader reacted, Li Banfeng was already by his side.
This Gang Leader’s cultivation level was insufficient, at most Third Layer. He could hardly perceive the presence of a Fifth Layer Ho Cultivation practitioner.
Not only was he unperceptive, but the photographer and models also failed to notice. They continued their photoshoot with great focus.
The Gang Leader dared not breathe too heavily and whispered, "Friend, is there sothing you need?"
Li Banfeng stroked the Gang Leader’s cheek with the Sickle. "Gang Leader, is it? What should I call you?"
"My na is Han Xianrong."
"Gang Leader Han, I’m here to ask you to publish a few news stories."
"That’s no problem. Just give the gist, and I’ll have soone write it up."
"No need for you to trouble yourself. I have already written it and taken the photos too."
"I’ll have soone publish it in tomorrow’s morning paper imdiately."
"Having just your agency release it isn’t enough. Call up all the newspapers in your territory and have them publish it too."
"Sure thing."
"Also, please invite the leaders from a few other Gangs over. I have sothing to discuss with them."
"This... that’s not easy for to do. Our Gang isn’t that influential at Black Stone Slope."
"If I ask you to invite them, and you sincerely ask, they won’t refuse to co, will they?"
"This really is putting in a difficult spot. If I do this, I won’t be able to hold my ground at Black Stone Slope in the future..."
"Did I not make myself clear, or did you not understand?" Li Banfeng slashed a cut across Han Xianrong’s face.
Unable to hold his ground?
The Green Fire Gang committed every imaginable evil; a Gang like that shouldn’t exist in the first place.
The Sickle was coated with potent poison, making Han Xianrong feel dizzy.
"Alright, I’ll send soone to call them now..." Han Xianrong flicked his sleeve, and a piece of Talisman Paper flew out from within, which he grasped in his hand.
Li Banfeng laughed. Han Xianrong was dreadfully slow; Li Banfeng felt anxious just watching him.
The Talisman Paper shattered, and a dozen Ghost Servants rushed towards Li Banfeng.
If the master was slow, his Ghost Servants were no faster.
Li Banfeng drew the Horsewhip, a gift from Prince Chun, from his robes and lashed out at the Ghost Servants twice.
Nearly half the Ghost Servants dissipated. The remaining ones, untouched, stood frozen, too frightened to move.
These Low-level Ghost Servants, upon hearing the crack of the Horsewhip, essentially lost their ability to move.
It was only at this mont that the photographer and models noticed Li Banfeng, realizing that their Gang Leader was fighting soone.
Li Banfeng slashed Han Xianrong’s face again. "Do you understand now?"
Shivering, Han Xianrong said, "Mighty sir, may I ask your na?"
"My surna is Ye, as in ’night’."
Han Xianrong hurriedly instructed the photographer, "Quick, call our brothers over! Boss Ye, don’t worry, I’m asking them to co work. I’ll follow all your orders."
Li Banfeng nodded. "I am not worried. Make sure they move quickly."
To his credit, Han Xianrong’s n weren’t slow. In just a short while, over a hundred people had arrived.
Li Banfeng sat next to Han Xianrong, as if they were old friends who hadn’t seen each other for years.
Han Xianrong dared not act rashly and relayed Li Banfeng’s requests to his n.
His n split into three groups and set out to accomplish their tasks.
The first group, following Li Banfeng’s instructions, summoned the workers, prepared the newspaper layout, and imdiately started printing.
The second group inford all their subsidiary newspapers to reprint the front page for tomorrow’s edition.
The third group went to inform the leaders of the various Gangs in Black Stone Slope to co to Han Xianrong’s territory to discuss matters.
The workshop was left empty, with everyone busy at work.
Would any Gang Leaders actually co?
Han Xianrong’s status wasn’t as low as he claid. In Black Stone Slope, while the Great Clan Gate might ignore him, the smaller Gangs would likely show him so deference.
Han Xianrong knew in his heart that if the Gang Leaders were willing to co, they would certainly bring their Support. If he gave them a secret signal, and they all worked together, they could undoubtedly deal with this madman.
His most urgent task was to neutralize the poison quickly, lest this madman lose patience and strike first.
"Mighty sir, I feel severely dizzy. I fear I won’t last much longer."
Li Banfeng nodded. "That’s normal when feeling dizzy."
"Mighty sir, rest assured, I bear no malice. I’ll honestly stay with you here. If you could just give so..."
Li Banfeng glanced at Han Xianrong. "It’s getting late; you don’t have to keep company. Get so rest."
"That works too," Han Xianrong nodded. "I shall take my leave then."
"Don’t go alone. Look at you, you can barely stand. I’ll walk you out." Li Banfeng actually got up and steadied Han Xianrong.
Han Xianrong realized sothing was amiss and reached into his pocket.
Hidden in his pocket was one last Talisman Paper. As it shattered, a Ghost Servant lurking in the factory’s backyard charged over.
This was Han Xianrong’s most formidable Ghost Servant and his ultimate trump card.
Spurred on by this Ghost Servant, the others who had been intimidated earlier found the courage to attack Li Banfeng simultaneously.
"The bamboo casts a shadow on the red, my body floats like falling leaves, on the fragrant concubine’s bed, mories of my beloved disturb my troubled sleep..." Li Banfeng sang a line from "Spell of the Drunken Bell," and all the Ghost Servants stood motionless beside him.
Li Banfeng looked at Han Xianrong. "The song is over; it’s ti for rest."
He opened the door, dragged Han Xianrong inside, and brought the host of Ghost Servants into the Portable Residence.
"Oh, my dear husband, you haven’t brought ho any ’groceries’ for days, and now you’ve only brought back these few pathetic spirits to fool your Little Servant?"
"My dear wife, make do with these for now. I shall go out and find so more."
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