Repugnant Gateway Chapter 162

Heavenly Temple

East Warm Pavilion

As the former central authority of the Yan Kingdom, the East Warm Pavilion still held an important position even after losing its previous position.

No matter how unworthy a great king like Mu Changyan was, he was still the King of Swallow, the only King of Great Yan.

Looking at the mirror, Mu Changyan looked at the faint black line on the side of his neck.

Although the toxicity had not been completely eliminated, at least it wasn't life-threatening anymore.

An old man with white hair stood by his side with his head lowered. With a humble att.i.tude, he said, ""Your Majesty, almost all of the poison in your body has been removed. As long as you perform acupuncture once and then take the medicine for a month, the poison will completely dissipate.""

Mu Changyan suddenly waved her hand, ""No … Let the poison remain. These black lines are still useful to me.""

That old man was the respected Zhuge Liuyun of the Imperial Physician Courtyard.

He instantly understood what Mu Changyan meant, and nodded, ""Then this subject will go back and think of a way to get rid of the poison, but on the surface, I can't tell that the poison has been eliminated.""

Mu Changyan sat down and said, ""You must keep this a secret. Don't let anyone else know.""

Just when Zhuge Liuyun was about to say something, seeing An Chengli coming in from outside, An Chengli looked up at the sky.

Mu Changyan said, ""You should head back first. It's all thanks to your recovery these days that I'm much better than before.""

""When you get back, you can bring the medicine to the palace as soon as possible.""

Zhuge Liuyun said, ""This subject understands.""

After Zhuge Liuyun left, Mu Changyan asked An Chengli, ""How's the Gao Family's casino?""

An Chengli replied, ""Reporting to your Majesty, we're still confronting each other … This time around, the argument seemed to be a bit of a blank stare, as he steeled his heart and steeled his heart to fight the Gao Clan to the bitter end.

It seemed that the Military Minister had expressed his att.i.tude, so the Gao Family probably wouldn't dare to kill An Zaizhan.

""However, with the temperament of the Gao Family members, I'm afraid that this matter will not end so easily.""

""That's right … the people from the Heavenly Awakening Sect who wanted to charge over and fight for peace were stopped by a servant.""

The servant told them that the conflict would return unharmed. ""

Mu Changyan nodded, ""There's still some use in arguing. Although I can't see through this person and know that he must have some scheme up his sleeve, at this critical juncture, he's just the kind of hooligan that's needed to cause a ruckus.""

The people of the Gao Family had been getting more and more outrageous recently, so it was time to let them know the att.i.tude of the palace.

""If the Gao Family keeps moving closer to the empress dowager's side, they'll have to let go of their business in Fang Beng and the entire Great Yan Dynasty.""

An Chengli asked, ""My lord, what about the dispute?

""Didn't you say that there's a problem with his origins?""

Mu Changyan laughed, ""I like people who have problems with their origins, because his problem is himself, not Big Yan.""

When I was living in the Illusory World, I could tell that this dispute was not a pure child.

I can give him some freedom to do what he has to do.

It's better for me to mess up Fang Cengcheng. ""

An Chengli said, ""Then, are we going to step in or not?""

Mu Changyan said, ""Of course not … go and take a breath of air for w.a.n.g Kaitai. Tell him that I don't want An Zaihai to die.""

An Chengli lowered his head. ""This servant will go right away.""

After walking out of the East Warm Pavilion, An Chengli couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If the king wants to fight with peace, even if he does not believe in the origins of the dispute, he still wants to use it.

It was because the conflict for peace was an outsider. No matter how the conflict for peace continued, no matter how chaotic it became, even if the struggle for peace ended in death, it would have no effect on the King.

This was because even if they died here, they wouldn't belong here.

As for why the King had asked him to inform w.a.n.g Kai-tai... That was because w.a.n.g Kai-tai was very similar to An Zhe in some ways.

w.a.n.g KaiTai was also an outsider to the powerful forces in Fang Gu City.

A Humble Cla.s.s person who relied on achievements to climb up was still a b.u.mpkin to the n.o.bles in the capital.

If the Swallow King had to lose some manpower, he could only be a b.u.mpkin like An Zhe and w.a.n.g KaiTai.

Long Street

Gaojia Casino

An Sheng sat expressionlessly on a chair, staring at the horse carriage that had yet to leave despite the heavy rain.

The beast that pulled the cart was still arrogant and did not even look at Anjou.

The people in the carriage did not come down again. An Zaihai suspected that there was more than one person in the carriage.

And in the rain, the defeated Goldman Sachs samovar stood forlornly.

The silver spear in his hand was still sharp, and his body still stood upright.

However, this young man probably wouldn't be able to regain his confidence within a short period of time … All of this was because of An Zaiyue's words.

Take two more steps forward.

In the end, the Goldman Sachs samovar did not go out.

As he took his first step, he firmly believed that he could easily defeat An Zhe. After all, he had a past that was impossible for An Zhe to have.

The nurturing of the Gao Family and the acc.u.mulation of large amounts of spirit stones and pills made him far more powerful than his peers.

As for An Zaiyue, he was younger than him by a few years.

But as Goldman took the first step toward the second step, he saw the eyes of the contender.

He regretted that he should not have taken a look at it.

In An Zhe's eyes, he saw himself after his defeat … It was a type of fear, a fear without reason or reason.

Goldman knew he had lost, and would lose again.

He stood there, as if regretting it, as if regretting it, as if condemning his cowardice.

No one came to comfort him, no one even paid him any attention, and Goldman Sachs looked like a man forgotten by the world.

Across from the Goldman Sachs samovar, Anjou suddenly stood up and went inside the casino.

He made his way through the broken house until he found the kitchen.

He found flour in the cupboard, eggs, and some stale meat.

He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands seriously.

Then wash the meat and cut it into thin shreds.

He stood there, beginning with the noodles, adding water, stirring, deft and natural.

The children carefully peeked at him, then were attracted by his smooth and natural movements.

It turned out that a man could be this handsome while focusing on cooking.

There were countless men carrying long blades outside, and there was no lack of true experts among them.

There was also a carriage outside. The carriage was pulled by a high-ranked demonic beast, and inside the carriage was a powerful Mister Gao.

There were corpses strewn all over the ground, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

In the kitchen, An Zeng washed his hands cleanly and began to cook noodles.

Many people were unable to understand why they would always think of a steaming bowl of noodles when they were hungry. There was an egg and a few shreds of meat in it, and if there were a few more vegetables, it would be the best.

Sprinkle some onions and light a few drops of sesame oil.

There was a lot of stuff in the kitchen, mostly intact.

The whole process of creating peace and quiet, slicing the noodles, boiling the pot and boiling the noodles, did not take more than half an hour.

Ye Zichen was never unfamiliar with this sort of thing. Even when he sat on the seat of honor for the first time, he liked to use a bowl of noodles to reward himself for the hard work he had spent the entire day.

At that time, the struggle for peace was high and cold, but now, it was even more tender than when he was in the past.

Perhaps Du's thinness had changed him, or maybe Qu Liuxi was Gu Qianye, or Old Huo, or himself.

Andersen walked out of the kitchen, found two undamaged tables, set them up again, and drew the chairs around them in a circle.

Then a bowl of noodles on the table, chopsticks next to the bowl, neat and orderly.

""Come and eat.""

An Zeng smiled at those children, his smile didn't have the slightest bit of coldness when he was dealing with enemies.

The children were afraid and didn't know whether to come out or not.

The older boy hesitated for a moment, then came out, bowed hard to Anjou, and sat down to eat, carefully.

After taking a sip, he suddenly started to speed up, and began to eat his food in a slurp.

The other children felt safe, and learned from the old boy, who bowed to Anjou first, and then went on to eat.

No one fought, no one fought.

Ann walked to the door with her bowl of noodles, crouched on the far side of the line between the door and the rain, took a sip of hot soup, and then put the noodles in her mouth.

He didn't look at the crowd that was still surrounding him in the rain outside. Of course, he didn't notice that some of the men in black who were looking at him had their Adam's apple involuntarily move up and down.

Some people subconsciously licked their lips, but all they could lick was the slightly fishy scent of rain.

Footsteps sounded, and Goldman walked over to Anjou with his silver gun in hand. ""Anything else?""

""There's one in the pot, serve it to yourself.""

""Oh.""

Goldman walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves in the same way he had done, washed his hands carefully, and returned with a big bowl of noodles, squatting next to him.

He didn't say anything and just continued eating.

Goldman Sachs heaved a sigh of relief after a big bowl of hot noodles, then stood up and actually bowed deeply to Anjou. ""Thank you.""

An Zhan said, ""If the Gao Clan were to teach someone like you, the Gao Clan would not be too bad.""

If you are such a person, you can make a friend. ""

Goldman Sachs said, ""I believe that even if the Gao Family does something bad, they are still doing it openly. The Gao Family really doesn't know about the things that these children are doing.""

An Zhan nodded, ""I'll believe you, but I don't know whether I'll believe you or not about the Gao Family.""

Goldman sauntered out into the rain, leaving without looking back. He didn't know where it was going.

Perhaps today's battle, which he hadn't fought yet, was the battle he had gained the most so far.

It was the look in his eyes that had spoiled his mood.

What restored his state of mind was the bowl of noodles that he had been vying for.

An Zhan put down his bowl, and the oldest boy walked over, silently picking up his bowl. He then picked up all the children's bowls, silently carried them into the kitchen and began was.h.i.+ng them.

He did not speak from beginning to end, and every movement was careful.

An Zhe couldn't help but think that his parents were a couple that understood the logic of things, and that was why they had brought up such a child.

After was.h.i.+ng the dishes, the boy walked back and silently carried the youngest little girl, leading the children to the side.

The little girl had fallen asleep in his arms, and the fear had lessened a little since the other children had eaten their fill.

No one spoke all this time. They were so quiet that An Zhe's heart hurt.

After another hour, more and more people returned.

Those black-clothed men threw people in bundles at the entrance of the casino, and more and more people appeared.

Not long after, about forty to fifty people, who looked like bundled dumplings, knelt down one by one.

Everyone was trembling, and their faces were as pale as paper.

An Zhe ate his fill and drank a bottle of wine.

He then walked out of the room and took a s.h.i.+ny long blade from a man in black.

""Do you regret it now?""

he asked a man kneeling there.

That person immediately nodded, ""I regret it!""

""If I gave you another chance, would you do such a thing again?"" he asked.

That person suddenly started kowtowing, ""Grandpa, I will never do it again.

""Even if you give me ten guts, I won't be able to do it. Even if you force me with a knife, I won't be able to do it either.""

An Zhan nodded, ""Unfortunately, I don't want to give you a chance.""

His hand rose, his blade fell, and his head rolled.

Forty to fifty people, forty to fifty heads, tumbled in the rain.

The surrounding big men all felt their bodies turn cold and could not help but s.h.i.+ver.

However, what made them feel cold wasn't the rain, but the chill that came from their hearts.

Every single strike from An Zhan was as if the blade had cut into their hearts.

Everyone couldn't help but think that it was fortunate that they had never done such a malicious thing.

Anjou cut the last man down and dropped the long knife on the ground.

He glanced at the men surrounding him, and they began to retreat, involuntarily retreating.

The black ma.s.s of people seemed to be driven back by an invisible force, pus.h.i.+ng layer by layer.

Gao Yuan got down from the carriage and handed An Zhe an umbrella. ""Are you satisfied?""

An Zhan shook his head. ""I'm very disappointed.""

Gao Yuan was stunned for a moment. He looked at the dead bodies on the ground and said, ""That's right … I'm also very disappointed.""

If these people are capable, they should not be caught doing things.

If others can't see a dirty thing, then it's not a dirty thing.

For example, if you go to the noodle shop to eat a bowl of noodles, the pot is dirty, your hands are dirty, you don't know. ""

""Do you think that's enough?""

he asked.

An Zeng looked at the bloodstains on his hands that had yet to be washed clean. ""Killing a person is something I feel like killing more than killing a person.""

""I've never thought about whether or not I should kill enough. If there's no one who kills enough in this world, it's better than trying to intimidate others by killing enough.""

Gao Yuan looked at An Zui and felt that there was something wrong with An Zhe's age.

More than four years ago, there was a struggle in the city.

At that time, Mu Changyan could tell that something was amiss with An Zaiyue because An Zaixin had just been reborn.

This did not mean that Gao Yuan's cultivation was inferior to Mu Changyan's, but it was because at that time, An Zhe had yet to fully adapt to his new self.

No one could see the difference in the current dispute.

Therefore, Gao Yuan Lake only felt that An Zaihai was far more mature than his peers.

However, he did not feel that the struggle for peace was mature enough, because today, An Zeng had forcefully rejected the Gao Family's good intentions.

This was a genuine gold rank pill, it was hard to imagine how many lives could be involved in it on the black market.

The men in the street did not know what to do.

However, they couldn't help but split in two, opening up a very wide aisle for An Zeng.

The dense knives could cut a person into meat paste, but at this moment, no one had the courage to raise their long blades.

Many people hiding in the shadows and watching the development of the situation were somewhat disappointed. They had thought that the Gao Family would have a stronger reaction than An Zhan, but they never thought that the Gao Family would actually compromise in front of An Zhan just like that.

""I think I've made a mistake, Mother … A few years ago, we sent back a message from the people in the city, saying that there is a youth called An Zaiyue who can be trained and used for his own use in the city, so I didn't mind.""

The old woman rubbed her brow. ""That's not your responsibility. If it was me, I wouldn't care.""

There are so many things going on in the world. Mr. Gao, who lives in the city, is no better than you, Mr. Gao, and he thinks the struggle for peace can be taken on his own account because he is only looking at a city in which he lives in the city.

As for you, Mister Gao, you have to look at the entire Great Yan Dynasty's businesses.

""Let's end this matter here. An Zeng's warning is enough for us … Tell the people below to be more honest. There might be someone in the imperial court who will use this matter to their advantage.""

Gao Yuan asked, ""Someone suggested that we get rid of the dispute, so we can't lose face for the Gao Family.""

The old lady pointed at the broken casino belonging to the Gao Family. ""The Gao Family's face isn't on An Zhe. It's there!""

Tell those stewards to go out of the casino and just stand in the rain and watch, and when the rain stops they'll go back.

Also … you will personally send those children home one by one, saying that the Gao Family helped you find them. At the same time, you destroyed a sc.u.m of the Gao Family.

As for fighting …

""Of course not.""