As night fell, the lights outside the City Lord’s Mansion were brightly lit. A few street lamps picked up from the ruins flickered with dim light, illuminating Zhang Chen and his party who came to the banquet.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, with a dark gold dagger on his waist, and his steps were calm yet carrying an invisible pressure.

Following behind him were Ling Shuang, Hong Lian, Qing Yuan and Bing Xin. Each of the four women had her own charm, but their aura was as sharp as a knife, attracting the attention of the vagrants and guards on the roadside.

“Is that Zhang Chen? The devil from Northern Xinjiang?” A thin wanderer huddled in the corner, muttering softly, his voice trembling like a dead leaf in the autumn wind.

“I heard that any one of his women can destroy our entire camp!” Another guard’s hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of fear.

“If he doesn’t like us, he can just raise his hand and destroy the entire deserted city, right?” The third passerby swallowed his saliva, his calves trembling.

Zhang Chen’s reputation has long been known to everyone in the Central Plains.

He commanded the camp in the northern border with iron-blooded means, killing zombies like slaughtering dogs, and the fruits and vegetables he grew were rare treasures in the apocalypse.

All of his maids have special abilities, and are both beautiful and powerful. Rumor has it that any one of them can defeat hundreds of people.

Now that he has stepped into the south, he brings not only threats, but also a suffocating sense of oppression.

At the gate of the City Lord’s Mansion, Wei Xiong greeted him personally with a hypocritical smile on his face: “Brother Zhang, I’ve long heard of your name! This time, the incident with the goods was my fault for not supervising the students properly. I’m hosting a banquet tonight to make amends. Please do me the honor of patting you!” He stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Zhang Chen on the shoulder, but was forced to retract his hand by Ling Shuang’s cold glare.

Zhang Chen smiled lazily, put his hands in his pockets, and said in a contemptuous tone: “Apologize? Okay, I want to see how sincere you are in apologizing.”

In the hall, the fire was dancing, and the long table was filled with barbecue and liquor, and the aroma was fragrant.

Wei Xiong sat in the main seat and warmly invited Zhang Chen to take a seat: “Brother Zhang, come and try the wild boar meat, a specialty of southern Xinjiang!” Zhang Chen sat down casually. Honglian and Lingshuang stood behind him, while Qingyuan and Bingxin sat on both sides, glancing around coldly.

The four battalion commanders sat on the other side, their eyes occasionally crossing with a hint of tentativeness.

Li Hu picked up the wine glass and said loudly: “Zhang Chen, I heard that you can drink a lot in Beijiang. Come on, let’s have a drink!” Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows, took the wine glass and drank it all. He didn’t even frown when the strong wine went into his throat. He put the glass on the table with his backhand and said lazily: “The wine is good, but it’s a little weak.”

Chapter 763 The evil star

Zhou Sheyin handed over a plate of barbecued meat with a smile: “Brother Zhang, this meat is very fatty, perfect with wine.”

Zhang Chen glanced at it, tore off a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and said lightly: “It’s okay, but it’s far worse than the beef in my northern border.” He said this lightly, but Wei Xiong’s face froze and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

Halfway through the banquet, the atmosphere became increasingly weird.

Wei Xiong toasted repeatedly, trying to get Zhang Chen drunk, while the four battalion commanders secretly exchanged glances and their hands quietly reached for the weapons at their waists.

Zhang Chen seemed not to notice and leaned back in his chair. Honglian fed him barbecue while Bingxin wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth. He felt as comfortable as if he was in his own backyard.

Ling Shuang watched coldly and whispered, “Master, they are about to take action.”

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: “The good show has just begun, don’t be impatient.” He put down the wine glass and tapped the table lightly with his fingers. Each tap seemed to be knocking on everyone’s heart, and murderous intent quietly filled the air.

Inside the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, the flames flickered, the fat from the barbecue sizzled on the charcoal, the aroma of strong liquor mixed with the tense air, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost frozen.

Wei Xiong held the wine glass, still with a hypocritical smile on his face, trying to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

The four battalion commanders stared at Zhang Chen, their hands already quietly grasping their weapons, waiting for the best opportunity to strike. However, Zhang Chen seemed not to notice, lazily leaning back in his chair, tapping the tabletop with his fingertips, the rhythm was slow but with an invisible sense of oppression.

Just as Wei Xiong raised his glass to toast again, Zhang Chen suddenly narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and flicked his fingers lightly.

An invisible energy shot out like lightning, and a slight “hiss” sound was heard in the air. Tie Xiong, the burly man with a face full of flesh, who was standing next to Wei Xiong, suddenly froze.

With his eyes wide open, before he could react, a strange red light appeared on the surface of his body, followed by a “bang”, and the whole person burst into flames and instantly turned into charred barbecue.

Grease dripped onto the ground, emitting a pungent burnt smell, and the flames licked his remains, crackling.

The hall was completely silent, and everyone was stunned.

All that was left of Iron Bear’s huge body was now a pile of charcoal emitting black smoke, and the air was filled with a mixed smell of barbecue and blood.

The wine glass in Wei Xiong’s hand fell to the ground with a “bang”, and the fragments flew everywhere. His face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled, unable to speak.

The four battalion commanders were so frightened that they could hardly hold the weapons in their hands.

Li Hu’s bearded face twitched, and the heavy axe slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a dull sound.

He swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: “Is this… is this guy a human or a ghost?” His legs retreated involuntarily, his eyes were full of fear, and there was only one thought in his mind: run, run! Zhang Chen was not a monster they could deal with!

Zhou She’s face was gloomy and cold sweat was running down his forehead. His sinister eyes were moving rapidly as he was secretly thinking about how to slip away.

“I knew that this banquet was not a good idea… This guy can burn people into charcoal with a snap of his fingers. What can we use to fight him?” He moved quietly, trying to blend into the crowd and escape.

The battalion commander of Dongying, Wang Meng, and the battalion commander of Xiying, Zhao Si, were also so frightened that their legs went limp.

Wang Meng was a burly man, but at this moment he was like a frightened chicken. He reached for the gun at his waist with trembling hands and whispered, “I… I have a wife and children. I can’t die here!” Zhao Size gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He cursed himself for being blind. Why did he listen to Wei Xiong’s nonsense and provoke this god of death?

Zhang Chen glanced at them lazily, raised his lips, and said in a contemptuous tone: “Why, are you guys leaving? Since you are here, why not have a fight before leaving?”

He stood up, the hem of his robe swaying slightly as he moved, and a dark gold dagger appeared in his hand at some point, the tip of the knife flashing coldly in the firelight.

“I haven’t killed anything for a long time, and my hands are itching to do it. Please just practice with me.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Honglian was the first to move. The long whip rolled out like a fire snake, bringing with it the scorching wind pressure, and went straight towards Li Hu.

Li Hu roared in shock and swung his heavy axe to block, but the chain got entangled in the axe handle. With a flash of fire, the axe instantly melted into a ball of scrap iron.

Before he could scream, the chain swung, and flames engulfed his right arm. His flesh and blood were charred. He rolled on the ground holding his broken arm, letting out a heart-wrenching howl: “Ah – my hand!”

Ling Shuang snorted coldly, swung his sword, and icy blue sword energy swept out. Zhou She just turned around and wanted to run, but his legs were frozen into ice sculptures.

He looked down in horror, but before he could shout, Ling Shuang flicked her finger and the ice sculpture exploded. His lower body shattered into a bloody mist and his upper body fell to the ground, blood gushing out. A desperate “gurgling” sound came from his throat.

Qing Yuan lazily swung out the flying blade, which shot towards Wang Meng like the wind. Wang Meng raised his gun to fight back, but he couldn’t even touch her shadow.

The flying blade slashed across his throat, blood spurted out, he fell down holding his neck, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out, blood foam came out of his mouth, and he twitched a few times before he died.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Si turned around and rushed to the door, shouting, “I won’t fight anymore! I surrender!” Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes, shook his wrist, and the dark golden dagger flew out of his hand. The blade flashed like lightning and accurately pierced Zhao Si’s back.

He fell to the ground, blood quickly dyed the floor red, his body twitched a few times, and then he was completely motionless.

The hall was filled with screams of agony and the smell of blood was so strong that it was choking.

The guards and servants were so frightened that they fled in all directions, but were blocked by Honglian’s fire whip and Lingshuang’s ice wall. One by one they were burned to charcoal or frozen into ice sculptures.

Wei Xiong slumped in the main seat, his legs shaking like sieves, the scar on his face twisted in fear, he trembled and said, “Zhang Chen… You, you can’t kill me! I’m still useful!”

The four battalion commanders fell in a pool of blood, their eyes filled with endless regret before they died.

Li Hu covered his charred arm, his breath gradually weakened, and he said hoarsely: “Wei Xiong… If it weren’t for your bad idea, how could I have run into this evil star!”

Zhou She’s upper body was leaning against the wall, blood was all over the floor, and he cursed intermittently: “You bastard… you killed us…” Wang Meng and Zhao Si had long been silent, but their wide-open eyes seemed to be silently accusing.

Zhang Chen walked slowly to Wei Xiong, looked down at him, and raised the corner of his mouth: “It seems that your subordinates are not very satisfied with your idea.”

He raised his hand and waved it, the dark gold short knife flew back into his hand, the tip of the knife gently touched Wei Xiong’s forehead, and blood slid down the tip of the knife. Wei Xiong was so scared that his soul flew out of his body, his pants were wet, and he cried out: “Chief Zhang Chen, spare my life! I am willing to surrender! All the Central Plains is yours!”

Zhang Chen sneered, shook his wrist, and the knife flashed. Wei Xiong’s head rolled down, and blood gushed out, staining the barbecue on the long table red.

Chapter 764 New City Lord

He shook off the blood on the knife, turned to look at the maids, and said lazily: “Clean up, leave no one alive.”

Honglian whipped excitedly, Lingshuang brandished her sword indifferently, Qingyuan danced with flying blades, and Bingxin stood silently beside Zhang Chen.

None of the guards and servants in the hall were spared. The screams were gradually replaced by silence. Blood was all over the ground, and the firelight reflected a hellish scene.

Zhang Chen sat back in his chair, picked up a glass of strong liquor that was not stained with blood, took a sip, squinted his eyes and said: “This wine finally has some flavor.”

He glanced at the corpses on the ground and curled his lips: “Tie Xiong has been roasted, the battalion commander is dead, and Wei Xiong is finished. It seems that this deserted southern city has to change its owner.”

The night was dark, the lights in the City Lord’s Mansion gradually went out, and the smell of blood drifted in the wind.

Zhang Chen’s reputation once again caused a bloody storm in the Central Plains.

After the bloody battle in the City Lord’s Mansion, the blood in the hall had not yet dried and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

Zhang Chen leaned lazily on the main seat, holding a glass of liquor in his hand, and glanced around casually.

Honglian and Lingshuang were cleaning up the mess, their fire whips and ice swords intertwined to completely kill the last few struggling guards.

At this moment, the bead curtain in the inner hall was gently lifted, and a figure slowly walked out.

It was a woman with a graceful figure. A tight red dress outlined her beautiful body. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with her steps, like a blooming peony.

She was probably in her early thirties, with skin as white as cream, a hint of charm between her eyebrows and eyes, and a slightly raised corner of her lips, revealing a hint of romance in her smile.

Her long hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, with slightly curled ends. Her eyes seemed to be able to capture people’s souls.

It was Wei Xiong’s wife, Liu Meiniang, a famous beauty in the deserted city of Central Plains.

Liu Meiniang walked lightly to Zhang Chen, bent her knees slightly, and said in a voice as soft as spring water: “My concubine greets Chief Zhang Chen.” She raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Chen boldly, and the smile on the corners of her mouth deepened a little.

Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, and said lazily: “That old man Wei Xiong is dead, aren’t you going to cry a bit?”

Liu Meiniang covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her voice charming: “Crying? I’ve been fed up with that old man for a long time. He only knows how to drink and curse all day long. He is not as charming as Chief Zhang Chen.”

Zhang Chen raised his lips when he heard this, and reached out to gently pinch her chin: “Oh? Then what do you want?”

Liu Meiniang took advantage of the situation and moved closer, her soft body pressed against him, her breath sweet as orchid: “Chief Zhang Chen killed Wei Xiong, and I’m left alone. Why don’t I… follow you?” She said this bluntly, but there was a cunning gleam in her eyes, and it was obvious that she had already made a plan.

Honglian curled her lips and muttered softly, “This woman really knows how to pick the right time.”

Ling Shuang snorted coldly and said nothing, while Qing Yuan leaned lazily against the pillar, spinning the flying blade around on his fingertips, as if he had no interest in getting involved.

Bing Xin stood behind Zhang Chen and whispered, “My Lord, this woman is very scheming.” Zhang Chen laughed and pulled Liu Meiniang into his arms, “She is very scheming, so it’s fun. I want to see what tricks she can come up with.”

Liu Meiniang sat on his lap, caressing his chest with her slender hands, and said in a tender voice: “If you don’t mind, Chief Zhang Chen, I am willing to help you sit on the throne of the city lord.” Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes, patted her waist, and said lazily: “Okay, then I’ll trouble you.”

The next morning, the City Lord’s Mansion was brand new, the bloodstains had been cleaned up, and a few silk banners found in the ruins were hung in the hall, barely maintaining a bit of majesty.

Liu Meiniang did not sleep all night, busy summoning the city’s stewards and announcing the new city lord’s appointment.

She changed into a dark green dress, with her hair tied up high, looking more capable. Holding a seal left by Wei Xiong, she stood in front of the city lord’s mansion and said loudly: “Everyone, from now on, Chief Zhang Chen is the new city lord of Southern Deserted City. All matters shall be subject to his orders!”

The news spread like the wind throughout the underground of the deserted city, and the battalion commanders of more than a hundred safe camps outside the city received the message almost at the same time.

They gathered in their respective camps, talking one after another, their tone full of dissatisfaction and anger.

The battalion commander of the East Suburb Camp, Chen Dali, was a strong man with a beard. He kicked over the table in front of him and shouted angrily, “Who is this kid Zhang Chen?

How can a vegetable farmer from the northern border sit on the city lord’s throne!” His deputy beside him echoed: “That’s right! He didn’t take good care of his one acre and three points of land, but ran away to the middle of the country and acted wildly. He really doesn’t know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!”

Liu Sandao, the battalion commander of the Xipo camp, narrowed his triangular eyes, sharpened a short knife in his hand, and sneered: “I heard that he killed Wei Xiong and took possession of that slutty woman Liu Meiniang. This kid has a big appetite. Does he want to swallow up the entire Central Plains in one gulp?”

The brothers behind him nodded one after another, and someone cursed, “This bastard, even Tiexiong and four battalion commanders died in his hands. We must not underestimate the enemy.”

Ma Liu, the battalion commander of the Nanling camp, was a tall and thin man. He sat on a worn-out chair, smoking a homemade tobacco, blowing out a smoke ring, and said sinisterly: “Wei Xiong is stupid, why did he set up a Hongmen Banquet, but ended up getting himself involved.

But Zhang Chen is too arrogant. He wants to be the city lord right after he arrives. Does he think that Zhongyuan is his backyard? “He paused and gritted his teeth and said, “I don’t accept it!”

Zhao Heihu, the battalion commander of Beiyuan Camp, was even more volatile. He punched the iron table, causing the wine glass on the table to jump up, and cursed: “I have worked so hard to guard the camp, why should I let a foreigner ride on my head? That woman Liu Meiniang must be behind this, humph, a bitch and a wild dog, a perfect match!”

The battalion commanders were all excited and ready to fight, obviously unwilling to surrender easily.

Some proposed to unite, some advocated waiting and watching secretly, but without exception, they all sneered at Zhang Chen, the new city lord, thinking that he was ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and wanted to swallow the hard bone of Central Plains in one gulp.

In the City Lord’s Mansion, Zhang Chen sat in the main seat, Liu Meiniang leaned beside him, holding a plate of freshly peeled grapes in her hand, feeding them into his mouth one by one.

“Captain Zhang Chen, when those battalion commanders heard that you were promoted, they were not convinced and they are already scolding you.” Zhang Chen bit off a grape, leaned lazily on the back of his chair, squinted his eyes and said, “Scold me? If they have the guts to scold me, they should have the guts to test the sharpness of my knife.”

Liu Meiniang smiled with her hands covering her mouth, her eyes moving: “Chief Zhang Chen is very famous, and they are just a bunch of rabble.”

“I have an idea. Why not call them to the City Lord’s Mansion for a meeting? On the surface, it’s to discuss new rules, but in reality it’s to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.”

She paused and lowered her voice a bit, “I still have the account book left by Wei Xiong. It shows exactly how much each of those battalion commanders embezzled and how much private goods each of them hid.”

Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows, patted her face, and said with a smile: “Woman, you are really thoughtful.”