31: Are you tired of living? How dare you cause trouble here?

Just a moment later, seven or eight gamblers were pushed out.

Jiang Lan pulled out the long saber stuck in the table, jumped off the gambling table, and then reached into his in my arms, pulled out a silver ingot, and slapped it on the table.

“You guys, who knows where Feng Liu is now? This silver is his.”

The eyes of the few people who were pushed out lit up.

One of them, a man with a face full of pockmarks who didn't look like a good person, rolled his eyes, seemingly tempted and about to speak.

But before he could say anything, Jiang Lan slammed his saber onto the gambling table.

“Bang!”

The gambling table immediately split in two, and the chips and gambling tools on it fell to the ground, making a ‘clatter’ sound.

This action startled everyone, and the man with pockmarks on his face immediately swallowed the words he was about to say.

Jiang Lan’s gaze swept over everyone.

“I keep my word, but if any of you try to deceive me for silver, you’ve seen what happened to that table.”

The few people standing in front of Jiang Lan nodded repeatedly, like chickens pecking at rice.

“Good that you know. Speak one by one, starting with you.”

Jiang Lan casually pointed to the young man on the far left in front of him.

The young man swallowed, then shook his head.

“Sir, I… I don’t know…”

Jiang Lan didn't press him, and pointed to the second person.

“I… I don’t know either…”

The third person.

This person was not like the previous two who knew nothing. After pondering for a while, he said:

“I haven’t seen Feng Liu for several days either. Ever since he lost everything again half a month ago, he hasn’t been to Jucai Fang.” The man continued, “But I remember, Feng Liu seemed to have told me that he found a way to get rich…”

Jiang Lan raised his eyebrows.

“What way?”

The man shook his head slightly, “Although I am familiar with Feng Liu, it’s only a gambling house acquaintance. I truly can’t commend his character. So when I heard him say it that day, I didn’t take it seriously, just thinking he was spouting nonsense again.”

Jiang Lan pondered.

A way to get rich… He felt like he had found some clues, but they weren't clear yet and he couldn't connect them for a while.

Jiang Lan nodded slightly and looked at the fourth person.

“Next, you speak.”

This fourth person was the man with the pockmarked face from earlier.

Hearing Jiang Lan speak, he was startled, and his head shook like a rattle drum.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!”

At first, he was indeed tempted by the money.

The silver ingot was five taels, which was enough for an ordinary family's living expenses for half a year.

Even in this Jucai Fang, as long as one didn't get carried away, five taels of silver was enough to gamble for a day.

Jiang Lan didn't dwell on it and continued to ask the next person.

But even after asking all eight people who had been pushed out by other gamblers, he didn't get any more useful information.

Although this group of people all knew Feng Liu, not a single one of them knew what he was doing now.

Jiang Lan stood still.

Coming to this gambling house, although he didn't get no clues at all, it was really too little.

It would probably be difficult to find Feng Liu with so few clues.

Just as Jiang Lan was thinking about what to do next, a voice suddenly came from beside his ear.

“Boy, if I tell you where that Feng Liu is, will you give me the silver?”

Hearing this, Jiang Lan turned his gaze in the direction of the voice.

He saw an old man in ragged clothes, leaning on a wooden stick, and emitting a strange sour smell, standing not far away, also sizing him up.

With just one glance, Jiang Lan determined that the old man was probably a beggar.

In this chaotic world, beggars were not rare. Although Yan Capital City was the imperial capital of a country, the number of beggars was not small.

However, Jiang Lan didn't care about the man's identity.

In his opinion, as long as he could help him find Feng Liu, the silver could be given to anyone.

Everything about Feng Liu’s matter was strange.

The day before, someone was at the yamen gate, saying his daughter had been abducted by Feng Liu.

The next day, Zhang Cui also disappeared.

This matter, he feared, was definitely not as simple as Zhang Cui running off on her own or eloping with someone.

It might even be related to demons or the Green Lantern Sect.

There was no real evidence, but Jiang Lan indeed had this feeling.

Martial Artists who had entered the realm not only had senses far beyond ordinary people, but their sixth sense was also much stronger than that of ordinary people.

So Jiang Lan chose to trust his intuition.

He looked at the beggar old man, just about to speak.

Suddenly.

“Thud!”

The gambling house door was kicked open, and a group of people directly streamed in.

Leading them was a portly middle-aged man dressed in silk.

Although his attire was luxurious, it couldn’t hide the fierce aura deep in his eyes.

As soon as he entered the room, he loudly shouted:

“Who the hell is tired of living, daring to cause trouble in my Jucai Fang?”

Jiang Lan leaned on his saber and looked at the group of people who had rushed in.

Behind the fat man, there were about ten people, who were clearly the thugs kept by the gambling house.

Most importantly, Jiang Lan could see that these people were all Martial Artists.

Although they were only at the Skin Refinement stage, even Skin Refinement Martial Artists were not numerous in Yan Capital City.

To hire them as thugs, the cost would likely be an astronomical figure.

But it was understandable.

Jucai Fang, after all, could lack anything but money.

The fat man looked at Jiang Lan.

“It’s you? A person from the Demon Suppression Division, causing trouble in my Jucai Fang, isn’t that a bit unreasonable?”

Jiang Lan tilted his head.

“What’s unreasonable?”

“Oh, I see, you’re quite arrogant.” Seeing Jiang Lan’s demeanor, the fat man couldn’t hold back, “Didn’t your master tell you who owns this Jucai Fang? You, a mere Demon Suppression Guard, dare to be so arrogant? Aren’t you afraid that when you wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll find your head gone?

“Let alone a small Demon Suppression Guard like you, even if your Centurion came, ask him if he would dare to be so arrogant with me?”

Jiang Lan had no interest in wasting words with this fat man. He activated Flood Dragon Swim, and in an instant, appeared before the fat man.

The fat man’s pupils constricted.

His brain reacted, but his body couldn’t keep up.

Before he could make any move, Jiang Lan cleanly swung out a palm, striking the back of the fat man’s neck.

The fat man didn't make a sound, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted directly.

“Thump.”

As the fat man fell to the ground, Jiang Lan looked up at the thugs he had brought with him.

The thugs exchanged glances.

The gambling house spent so much money on them, and even though the manager was now down, they couldn't back down at this time.

Moreover, there were ten of them, all Martial Artists who had entered the realm. Could it be that they couldn't even take down one Demon Suppression Guard?

The gap in strength between them and Jiang Lan was too great.

So much so that even when Jiang Lan made his move in front of them, this group of thugs couldn't discern his specific strength at all.

“Charge!”

One of the thugs roared, and then fiercely lunged towards Jiang Lan.

The others, seeing this, also followed suit.

“Boss! Be careful!”