The surrounding people were suddenly shocked.

Lin Mang stood up slowly, took the handkerchief from Tang Qi, wiped his hands, and said coldly: "Can you listen to me now?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

The people around him subconsciously took a step back.

Although they are in Jiangxi, they are not completely unaware of what is happening in the Jianghu area of ​​Huguang.

Many sects were either exterminated or all their top leaders were killed.

This Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi already has a bad reputation in the Huguang martial arts world.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree!

Facing such madmen, it is impossible to say that you are not afraid.

Lin Mang looked at everyone and sneered: "Use your pig brains and think about it carefully. If I, the Jin Yiwei, really want to take action, will I leave you with any clues?"

"I really wanted to kill you, but you wouldn't be standing here today."

"You ran to the government office to cause trouble. What, do you want to intimidate the Jin Yiwei?"

"Or do you want to force me to apologize to you?"

"Who gave you the courage!"

Lin Mang raised his hand and waved.

The next moment, countless guards in golden uniforms came from all directions, holding powerful crossbows, and there were a large number of soldiers standing around, waiting in full formation.

The air seemed to be frozen.

The atmosphere gradually became more subtle.

Everyone was shocked.

Some people even showed fear on their faces.

Even though they are all martial arts masters, no one can guarantee whether they can make it out alive in this kind of formation.

In the crowd, a man in his fifties gritted his teeth and stood up, saying harshly: "Mr. Lin, we are also victims."

People around him tried to hold him back, but he managed to break free and get out.

"grown ups!"

"The master of the old weapon pavilion, Ling Xuan."

Ling Xuan cupped his hands and bowed slightly.

"A few days ago, several royal guards came to my pavilion. They confiscated all the weapons in my pavilion in the name of the imperial court."

"If that were the case, I would never have come here, but they took my young daughter away and her whereabouts are still missing."

"I came here today with no intention of threatening you. I just want to seek justice."

Lin Mang looked at Ling Xuan and asked, "Did they tell them their identities?"

Ling Xuan thought for a while and said: "Those people said that they belong to Lord Fu Silin of Beizhen, and one of them calls himself Tang Qi."

Tang Qi: "???"

It's not my business?

Seeing Lin Mang's gaze, Tang Qi's face changed slightly and he said hurriedly: "Sir, my subordinate has always been in Fuzhou City and has never left."

Lin Mangxun glanced at Ling Xuan and asked, "Is he the one who came that day?"

Ling Xuan looked at Tang Qi carefully, shook his head and said, "No."

He gradually opened his mouth, looking stunned.

Everyone also became quiet.

Ling Xuan, the master of the Weapons Pavilion, is well-known in the world as a good man who is generous with his wealth and justice. Many of the weapons used by people come from the Weapon Pavilion.

As a veteran in the world, his prestige is still very high.

Lin Mang glanced at everyone and asked: "Who called you here?"

"In other words, who told you about coming here to ask for so-called fair news."

Ling Xuan was stunned.

Then he replied: "He is the golden leader of the major alliance."

As soon as the words fell, everyone seemed to understand something.

Among the crowd, a burly middle-aged man's face changed slightly.

Lin Mang looked indifferent and said quietly: "I wonder who is the leader of the Golden Alliance?"

Among the crowd, Jin Heng's expression changed slightly, and he quickly flew up and rushed outside.

But the next moment, a golden sword energy swept past.

Jin Heng rolled over and fell to the ground.

Several Jinyi guards stepped forward and pulled him back.

Lin Mang looked down at him and said coldly: "Tell me, who instigated all this."

"Master Lin, I don't know..."

"Snapped!"

Before Jin Heng finished speaking, Lin Mang slapped him down and said coldly: "The most annoying thing is you guys with such harsh words!"

"Delay it and punish it!"

Lin Mang waved his hand, then looked at everyone and said calmly: "Next time if someone pretends to be a Jinyiwei again, you can come and report it."

"Of course, if you can capture the person, you can also send him to Fuzhou Qianhu Station."

After saying that, Lin Mang turned around and left.

in the courtyard,

Several Jin Yiwei have already begun to torture Jin Heng.

Lin Mang sat on the Taishi chair, took an orange, and peeled it expressionlessly.

Among the eighteen kinds of severe punishments, Jin Heng could only bear the seventh one.

There are very few people who can resist the torture of Jin Yiwei.

"My lord, we are all here." Tang Qi said respectfully: "According to what this person said, he followed the orders of the prefect of Yanzhou."

"Prefect of Yanzhou?" Lin Mang paused slightly and said in surprise: "Isn't Yanzhou under the jurisdiction of Zhejiang?"

"Yes!" Tang Qi nodded and said, "But part of the Jin League's power is in Yanzhou."

Lin Mang tapped the table with his index finger, remained silent for a moment, and said, "Find out the details of the Yanzhou magistrate. It is best to find out what he is related to."

"Master Lin, there is no need to check."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Shangzhi strode in and said in a deep voice: "This prefect of Yanzhou belongs to the faction of Mr. Yang of the Ministry of Household Affairs in the capital."

"This magistrate of Yanzhou was once a disciple of Mr. Yang of the Ministry of Revenue."

This is how it is in officialdom.

The disciples and former officials of those high officials are spread all over the country, and their influence can affect the whole body.

Whoever can become the prefect of a state has no identity connection behind it.

Luo Shangzhi glanced at Jin Heng in the distance, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this matter won't be easy to handle."

"Just a few words from this charlatan can't move him at all."

"The key is that he is in Zhejiang, which is different from here. It is not easy for us to intervene."

Huguang and Jiangxi rebels are rebelling. If some officials die, they can put the shit basin on the rebels' heads, but the prefect of Yanzhou cannot.

Lin Mang casually pulled out a knife, walked over, cut off Jin Heng's head with one knife, and said coldly: "There is nothing difficult to do!"

“If the man named Yang dies, it’s time for him to fall!”

He did this over and over again, really making him think he had no temper.

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