C29 Ambush

Four hours passed by without anyone noticing. The sky turned dark, and there were fewer and fewer people outside. The guests in the restaurant left in twos and threes. As they left, a few familiar people discussed with each other where they could find some fun in the evening.

The so-called fun. They were going to the brothel to have a good time, discussing their dreams with the beauties in bed, and then doing things that were not suitable for children.

Qin Hao could swear to all the gods and buddhas that this meal was the most interesting, most depressing, and most memorable meal he had ever eaten.

The relationship between him and Shen Ying had become even closer. The two of them shared their little secrets.

In a secret street outside the Hundred Tastes Pavilion.

A middle-aged man was standing behind him respectfully with a dozen or so people in black clothes. Most of them were Martial Disciple Level warriors, and two of them were Peak of the Martial Disciple Stage warriors. The leading middle-aged man was actually a Martial Master Stage warrior.

The leading middle-aged man frowned and looked in the direction of the Hundred Tastes Pavilion. Then, he turned to a handsome young man beside him and said, "Ming Er, that kid hasn't left yet, has he?"

"It can't be. Father, we haven't been keeping an eye on him all this time!" The young man said in a low voice.

The young man had a handsome face, but there was a trace of Yin in his eyes. This young man was Jiang Mingkun, whom Qin Hao and Shen Ying had met once before. He was the young master of the Jiang Family, one of the three great families of Tianmo City.

The middle-aged man was the patriarch of the Jiang Family, and also the father of Jiang Mingkun, Jiang Haifeng. He was at the Middle Period of the Martial Master Stage realm and had made a name for himself in Tianmo City.

"Why hasn't he come out after so long?" Jiang Haifeng was puzzled. He paused for a moment and continued, "It has been more than four hours, why haven't they come out yet? Could it be that the news has been leaked?"

"I'm not too sure about this. I don't think so! These people are all from our family, how could there be a traitor!" Jiang Mingkun thought for a moment and said, "I think they are still eating inside."

Jiang Haifeng touched his beard and looked at his son. He said indignantly, "You are not doing your job. You asked me to come here for a woman."

Jiang Mingkun was speechless. He respected his father and admired his father.

Jiang Mingkun was also at the Late Period of the Martial Disciple Stage realm, just like Zheng Yu of the Zheng Family. However, Jiang Mingkun was a lewd man, and he didn't pay attention to the cultivation of his Yuan Qi. Naturally, he was weaker than Zheng Yu.

However, Jiang Mingkun was a schemer who was well-deserving of his reputation. He was good at scheming against others. He was famous in the Tianmo City, but he was notorious for it. When ordinary people saw him, they would always hide from him. In front of him, they didn't dare to say a word, afraid that they would offend Young Master Jin.

Although Jiang Haifeng was scolding his son verbally, in his heart, he was wondering what kind of woman could make his son reluctant to part with her. If she was really beautiful, he might as well marry her and make her his son his wife. Presumably, no one in Tianmo City was unwilling to marry her.

Of course, no one dared to be unwilling.

On another street in the direction of the Hundred Tastes Pavilion, another middle-aged man followed behind six or seven Martial Disciple Level warriors. His face was calm, as if he was waiting for something.

This man was followed by Zheng Yu of the Zheng Family. Currently, Zheng Yu was no longer as high-spirited as he used to be. His face was full of dejection, and his gaze was as cold as an ice cellar. It was so cold that it made one's hair stand on end.

That middle-aged man, Zheng Yu's father, Zheng Dingqing, the patriarch of one of the three great families of Tianmo City, the Zheng Family, was a Middle Period of the Martial Master Stage warrior.

However, Zheng Dingqing's expression was dark and cold. He stood there coldly, but he could feel that he was on the verge of exploding. No one wanted to anger him.

"Why hasn't that little bastard come out yet?" Zheng Dingqing's expression was unhappy. It was as if his wife had been raped. He muttered to himself, "Could it be that they have already left?"

The dozen or so people behind him did not dare to speak. They just stood there and did not even dare to breathe. This grandpa's precious son had been crippled today. He was now angry! Who dared to touch his brows? Being afraid of a single sentence is not good, angering him.

The people behind him were all Martial Disciple Level warriors, and they were all from the Zheng Family.

"You said that little bastard was also a Late Period of the Martial Disciple Stage warrior, but he was able to defeat you?" Zheng Dingqing frowned and said coldly to his son.

Zheng Dingqing was a powerful warrior, not to mention his son, who had always been proud of himself, was defeated by an unknown kid. This was ridiculous.

Zheng Yu nodded with a complicated expression, "He is indeed a Late Period of the Martial Disciple Stage warrior, but his cultivation base is very high. I am no match for him. "

In the competition arena, Zheng Yu had listened to Jiang Mingkun's idea. He wanted to kill Qin Hao over and over again. In the end, Qin Hao defeated him and crippled his cultivation base, turning him into a cripple who could not cultivate origin energy for the rest of his life. However, in public, it was not good for Qin Hao to kill him, so he spared his life.

Zheng Yu did not appreciate it and told his father about this matter. When Zheng Dingqing heard that his son had been crippled, I was so angry that I jumped high. Immediately, he was going to kill that brat called Qin Hao.

However, he was stopped by Zheng Yu. At night, he was ready to kill Qin Hao quietly and avenge his son.

Zheng Dingqing was very cruel to Qin Hao in his heart. How could you cripple my son?

My son is the hope of the Zheng Family. If you just cripple him like this, if I don't kill you little bastard, how can I, Zheng Dingqing, gain a foothold in the Tianmo City? How can I have the face to become one of the three great families?

After another hour, Qin Hao and Shen Ying finally paid the bill and left the Hundred Tastes Pavilion. This meal really satisfied Qin Hao.

Bringing Shen Ying out of the Hundred Tastes Pavilion slowly, there was only a faint moonlight outside. The rest could not be seen clearly. It was basically darkness.

The streets were unusually quiet and quiet.

Qin Hao quietly held Shen Ying's hand and slowly walked on the streets. He looked around and revealed a silent smile on his face.

There was no one on the street. It was dark and there was only the weak moonlight that quietly scattered on the street.

Qin Hao was very happy.

Since the street was empty, it meant that the people of Zheng Family and Jiang Family were ready. This street should be under martial law. Although there were very few people at night, there were still people.

From this, one could see how overbearing the people of Zheng Family and Jiang Family were. They didn't allow anyone to stay in this place when they were doing things.

As expected of the three great families!

However, today's show wasn't for nothing.

If I don't make you pay some price, won't it be for nothing?

"Why is the sky so dark now?" Shen Ying pulled Qin Hao's arm tightly and asked in a low voice, "Are there any bad people? Why am I a little scared?"

"You guessed right. There are dozens of people who want to attack us." Qin Hao smiled and whispered into her ear, "But don't be afraid. I have arranged everything. We will not be in any danger. Just wait and see."