Quiet, dead quiet!

Mo Shian could no longer remain calm, and he collapsed on the chair of the Grand Master, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but tremble.

The other senior executives of the Qinghu Gang were also in a state of desolation at the moment, and their eyes were filled with panic and terror.

They never thought that after waiting for a long time, they could actually wait for the worst news.

"Boss, what should we do now?" the bearded man asked in a trembling voice.

The Ghost Hand was invited to Haicheng, but now they are dead here. They can't explain to the Longwu Gang at all.

Once the Longwu Gang gets angry, the current power of the Qinghu Gang is far from able to withstand their anger.

The Qinghu Gang is over!

"What else can we do? Before the news spreads, we will leave Haicheng immediately. We will go as far as we can, otherwise we will die in the hands of the Longwu Gang." The white-haired old man said in a panic expression.

"I agree with Lao Xu's opinion. With the power of the Longwu Gang, I'm afraid I will get the news tomorrow morning. Once they take action, none of us can escape and we must leave immediately." Another person said.

The others were also ready to move, as if they could not stay for a second.

Mo Shian gritted his teeth. He also put in a lot of effort to make the Qinghu Gang a place in the world today. Now that she is making her abandon the Qinghu Gang, he is unwilling to accept it.

However, facing the mountain of Longwu Gang, they had no strength to resist, and they could only have one ending, that is, the entire gang was destroyed.

Just as everyone was eager to leave, a tall figure quickly walked over. It was Mo Xiufeng, the prince of the Qinghu Gang.

"Dad, uncles, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that the atmosphere on the court was a little bit wrong, Mo Xiufeng asked in confusion.

While fighting against Chen Qingyang, his hands were seriously injured. Although they did not hurt their muscles, they made his whole arm numb for a day and a night. It has only been relieved until now. When he heard something happened, he rushed over immediately.

"Xiufeng, prepare for it, we are leaving Haicheng." Mo Shian said in a low voice.

When he said this, Mo Shian seemed to be deflated, and his whole body seemed to be aged in a teenager and his expression was depressed.

The other people's faces suddenly became anxious and they stood up to leave.

"Leave?" Mo Xiufeng was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, and asked in disbelief: "Can the Ghost Hands and the others fail?"

Mo Xiufeng knew the strength of the Ghost Hand very well. Not to mention Li Qingluan, even if the entire Hongluan Sect was added, he would not be his opponent.

Mo Shian nodded slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "They are all dead."

"What?"

Mo Xiufeng widened his eyes and looked at Mo Shian in disbelief. The top gold medal killer of the Longwu Gang was actually dead?

With Mo Xiufeng's intelligence and talent, he immediately understood why Mo Shian and the others were so restless and anxious to leave Haicheng.

"Dad, there must be a problem with this. The ghost hand is so powerful that Li Qingluan will never be able to kill him." Mo Xiufeng quickly woke up from the shock, turned around and looked at the little brother and asked, "Is there anyone else present except Li Qingluan."

Under the intimidation of Mo Xiufeng's powerful aura, the man's body shivered, swallowed, and said quickly: "According to our people's reward, there was only Li Qingluan, but later a young man and a group of men in black suddenly appeared, among which one was a very powerful sword master. His strength was comparable to that of the ghost hand, and the ghost hand should have died in his hands."

"A master of sword use?" Mo Xiufeng's face sank slightly.

The young man knew who it was, and it should be Chen Qingyang, but who was the sacred master and the group of men in black?

"Boss, I remember Jiang Zhenshan's weapon was a black big sword. Could it be him?" the middle-aged man with a beard speculated.

"hiss!"

Everyone else subconsciously took a breath of cold air. How could Jiang Zhenshan appear there to save Li Qingluan?

In the information they controlled, Jiang Zhenshan and Li Qingluan might have a friendship, but they would not have taken the risk of fighting with the ghost hands for her. What's more, only a few senior executives of the Qinghu Gang knew about the action tonight. How could Jiang Zhenshan know?

Mo Xiufeng's heart trembled slightly. Could it be because of Chen Qingyang?

He quietly hid his inner emotions. If it was because of Chen Qingyang that he attracted Jiang Zhenshan, then he might have become a sinner of the entire Qinghu Gang.

None of the forces behind Jiang Zhenshan and the Longwu Gang can be provoked by the Qinghu Gang. It seems that they are really finished this time.

"Dad, the situation may not be as serious as you imagined. Since the ghost hand died at the hands of Jiang Zhenshan and Li Qingluan, I think I can use the trick and let them fight against ghosts." Mo Xiufeng said slowly, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes.

"What does it mean?" Mo Shian straightened his body and asked with a keen look at Mo Xiufeng.

Mo Xiufeng's strength and cunning are not bad, and Mo Shian has always had high hopes for him. In the past two years, he gradually transferred the power of the Qinghu Gang to him, but there were many opposition voices in the gang. After all, Mo Xiufeng is still young and has a stunning qualification, so he is unable to inherit the great responsibilities at all.

If Mo Xiufeng can resolve the crisis of the Qinghu Gang this time, no one will dare to question Mo Xiufeng's strength.

"The Ghost Hand was made by us through Cao Chunrong, the East China Gang, who led the bridge and set up the line. Outsiders didn't know at all. As long as we give him enough hush money, I believe he will keep his mouth shut. Who knows that we asked the Ghost Hand to come and kill Li Qingluan?" Mo Xiufeng smiled lightly, and the confidence that naturally showed on his body shocked everyone present.

"Continue!" Mo Shi'an finally showed a gratified smile on his face.

"It is a fact that the ghost hand died in the hands of Li Qingluan and Jiang Zhenshan. Even if we don't say it, I believe that the power of the Longwu Gang should be easily found out. At that time, we will slap another fire, which will not only eliminate Hongluan Gang, but also pull Jiang Zhenshan into the water. If the Longwu Gang and the forces behind Jiang Zhenshan work, maybe we can still benefit from the fisherman." Mo Xiufeng said with a sinister smile.

"How to slap the fire?"

Everyone looked at Mo Xiufeng expectantly, and they were no longer panicked, but became excited.

"Spiritual Jade." Mo Xiufeng sneered: "The ghost hand is dead. The spiritual jade he took from us must have been taken away by Jiang Zhenshan and the others. If we spread this news, let alone the Dragon Martial Gang, I am afraid that other forces will come and seize it. We don't have to do anything, just wait for the Hongluan Sect to destroy the family and then take over their territory."

Hearing this, everyone finally smiled.

"A clever plan, it's true that a hero is a young man. Boss, you can raise a good son."

"I didn't expect that the death of Ghost Hand was still very beneficial to us. I was convinced of this plan."
Chapter completed!