Chapter 1174: Brother Lang is mighty, B-Graman

"court death!"

The remaining three guards were shocked and enraged to see their companion die instantly. They drew their short swords from their waists with a "whoosh," their blades gleaming coldly. The three of them formed a triangle and charged at Lin Lang at the same time, their blades aimed straight for his vital points, their murderous aura overwhelming.

Lin Lang remained seated in the armchair, not even putting his legs down. He slowly raised his eyelids, a dark glint flashing in his eyes, triggering his telekinetic superpower.

The next second, a bizarre scene suddenly unfolded.

An invisible ripple seemed to emanate from Lin Lang's body, and the three guards abruptly stopped, as if a strange pause button had been pressed.

"W-What's going on?" A guard's expression changed drastically. The knife in his hand suddenly went out of control, and he abruptly turned it around, stabbing at his companion beside him.

The other two men encountered the same situation, their wrists gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the force so great that they were unable to resist. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they thrust their daggers at each other's vitals.

"No! Stop it!"

"It's a sorcery!"

The three screamed in terror, their faces filled with disbelief, but they could only watch helplessly as their knives pierced their companion's body.

Three muffled thuds rang out in succession.

The sound of blades piercing flesh was deafening. The three guards stabbed each other at extremely twisted and bizarre angles, blood gushing out and instantly staining the ground red. They then collapsed into pools of blood, twitching a few times before falling still.

This horrifying scene completely threw the already chaotic Huanhua Pavilion into turmoil.

The madam witnessed four guards die in the blink of an eye; Lin Lang's methods were more terrifying than those of evil spirits.

Terrified, she didn't dare linger. Screaming, she turned and ran, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Murder! Someone's been killed! Run!"

The sound was so sharp it was almost distorted, and the hem of her skirt was trampled and twisted under her feet.

Lin Lang merely moved his fingers, and the two large doors of Huanhua Pavilion were blown shut by a gust of wind with a "bang," blocking the madam's path.

The madam was humiliated when she was knocked to the ground by the wooden door. She got up and tried to push the door open to run out again, but the two wooden doors, which were not locked, wouldn't budge no matter how hard she pushed.

"Uh... How creepy! It's terrifying..." The madam was so frightened that her face turned ashen, and she was trembling with fear.

At the same time, Li Jing was so frightened that he was completely sober. He felt a heat in his crotch, and a foul-smelling liquid flowed down his thigh. He had actually wet himself on the spot.

Li Jing was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body. He tried to escape to the door, but his legs were weak. As soon as he turned around, he slipped and tumbled down the stairs, landing face-first in the dirt, right next to Lin Lang's feet.

Li Jing was covered in dust and his own urine, looking utterly disheveled. When he looked up at Lin Lang, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, filled with extreme terror.

At this moment, Lin Lang slowly raised his hand and took out a golden imperial plaque from his personal space. The front of the plaque was engraved with four powerful characters: "As if the Emperor were here in person." Under the light, it reflected a golden light and exuded an overwhelming aura of power.

The moment Li Jing saw the gold medal, he was struck dumb, frozen in place. Then, as if remembering something, he stumbled to his feet.

He knelt down in front of Lin Lang with a thud, kowtowing forcefully with his forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud, and cried out tremblingly, "Your Excellency, Imperial Envoy, spare my life!"

"I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I've offended you, sir. Please spare my life!"

Li Jing's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and tears and snot were mixed together; there was no trace of his previous arrogance left.

Guo Yuyao, who was standing on the stairs, froze in place, her face as pale as paper.

She had just heard that someone wanted to redeem her from her servitude, and was overjoyed, thinking it was Lu Zhaolin returning from Chang'an. But when she saw Lin Lang's face, her elation was instantly replaced by immense disappointment, leaving her feeling empty inside.

But then, a series of horrifying scenes of murder and bloodshed unfolded. Lin Lang's unpredictable methods terrified Guo Yuyao, leaving her pale and trembling uncontrollably.

Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh. She didn't even have the strength to run away, and could only stand there, her eyes blank and fearful, not knowing what to do.

Just then, Lin Lang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a puff.

Smoke curled up and clung to Lin Lang's slender fingertips, clashing with the lingering stench of blood in the hall, yet only highlighting his indifferent expression, like a deity detached from the events.

Li Jing knelt with his head down, not daring to get up. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and dripped onto the blue brick floor. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

Lin Lang slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze sweeping over the madam trembling on the ground. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure that pierced through the chaotic noise and reached the hearts of the people.

"What are you still standing there for? If you don't bring Guo Yuyao's indenture soon, you'll be next to die."

The madam trembled, as if all the strength of fear had been drained away, leaving only awe for Lin Langzun, this fearsome god.

She scrambled to her knees before Lin Lang, her forehead pressed to the ground, not daring to raise her head even slightly: "Your Excellency, the Imperial Envoy, has given your orders! I will do it right away!"

Having said that, the madam crawled towards the accounting room on all fours, her steps unsteady, but she dared not delay for even a moment.

His former shrewdness in manipulating prostitutes and demanding exorbitant prices had vanished, replaced by a fear that he might be too slow and end up like the four guards.

A moment later, the madam returned carrying a redemption contract and a jewelry box. She slammed her knees on the ground, held the items high above her head, and spoke in a fawning voice with a sob.

"My lord! Here is Miss Yuyao's redemption contract and all the gold and silver jewelry she has accumulated over the years. From now on, she... she is free!" The madam's hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Lang didn't even lift his eyelids. He flicked the cigarette between his fingers, and the ash fell silently next to the bloodstains on the ground.

He glanced at Guo Yuyao, his tone still calm, yet carrying a reassuring power: "Pack your things, I'll take you to see an old friend."

Guo Yuyao shuddered, her bewildered gaze gradually focusing on Lin Lang.

The man before me was ruthless as a demon, yet his aura was so noble that no one dared to look him in the eye.

Her fingers, which had been gripping the hem of her skirt, slowly loosened. Her eyes reddened, and her legs went weak with fright. She staggered down the stairs, first kneeling to pay her respects, and then asked in a trembling voice, "Thank you, sir, for redeeming me. May I ask if the person you wish to take me to see is Lu Lang?"

Lin Lang countered, "If Lu Lang hadn't redeemed you, would you still be here?"

Guo Yuyao looked timidly at the four guards' corpses lying in a pool of blood, and replied with tears in her eyes, "I made a promise with Lu Lang that if Lu Lang had not redeemed me, I would never have given myself to anyone else."

Lin Lang smiled after hearing this and took the contract of indenture and the box of gold and silver jewelry from the madam.

He opened it and saw that, as the top courtesan, Guo Yuyao had long since saved enough money to redeem herself, but she was still singing in Huanhua Pavilion, waiting for Lu Zhaolin to return to Yizhou to redeem her.

It seems that the infatuation of women in ancient times was real. Lin Lang finally understood the stories of famous courtesans falling in love with poor scholars; they really weren't made up.

Before Lin Lang could speak, the madam hurriedly said, "Yu Yao, are you stupid? You've been waiting for Lu Zhaolin for two years. If he were willing to come back to Yizhou from Chang'an to redeem you, he would have come long ago."

All the rules and restrictions the madam used to impose on Guo Yuyao were now forgotten, replaced by flattery and kind words.

Guo Yuyao wiped away her tears and sobbed, "Lu Lang will come, Lu Lang will definitely come back to redeem me, sob sob..."

The madam trembled as she said, "Sir, Miss Yuyao has been blinded by greed. I will pack her bags myself and have her leave immediately."

After saying that, the madam scrambled towards the back room of Huanhua Pavilion, her movements so swift as if she was afraid of angering Lin Lang, this fearsome god, if she was too slow.

After walking only a few steps, the madam stepped into a pool of blood and slipped and fell next to the body of a guard. Startled, she forced herself to get up and continued to pack Guo Yuyao's belongings with trepidation.

Lin Lang leaned back in his armchair, lit the indenture with a lighter, and amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze swept over Li Jing, who was still kneeling with his head bowed, and then landed on Guo Yuyao's slender yet stubborn figure. His dignified demeanor remained undiminished as he waited for everything to settle down.

It's often said that prostitutes are heartless and actresses are unrighteous, but in reality, many gold diggers are relentless in ruining men, hypocritical and hypocritical, and are not as righteous as prostitutes in brothels.

At least at this moment, Guo Yuyao earned Lin Lang's respect.

Just then, a group of thugs under the county constable, dressed in round-necked robes, wearing turbans, and black leather boots, rushed into Huanhua Pavilion with knives, shouting loudly: "You audacious madmen, how dare you kill someone in broad daylight! What is your punishment?"

The title "Bad Person" was a special official position established in the Tang Dynasty, responsible for maintaining order, apprehending thieves, and capturing criminals.

Because a vicious murder had occurred in the jurisdiction, someone ran to the county government office to beat the drum and report the case. The county constable had to organize and dispatch criminals to the scene immediately.

No sooner had the Bad Commander finished speaking than Lin Lang revealed the imperial gold medal that read "As if the Emperor were personally present."

"Oh..."

The leader of the group knelt down before Lin Lang with a thud, kowtowing and saying in unison, "Greetings, Your Excellency! We were blind to your greatness and have offended you. Please forgive us!"

Lin Lang lowered his eyes and looked at Li Jing, coldly saying, "Stretch out your hand."

Li Jing shuffled forward a few steps while kneeling, then tremblingly raised his hands and held them out in front of Lin Lang, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Lin Lang.

"Sizzle..." Lin Lang stubbed out his cigarette in Li Jing's palm, causing him to grit his teeth in pain and let out a painful scream.

The dozen or so thugs kneeling on the ground were all shocked by this scene. They trembled with fear and dared not even breathe.

Li Jing, as the son of the Prefect of Yizhou, was usually arrogant and domineering, bullying others with his power, and no one dared to provoke him.

Now, he was kneeling before Lin Lang, using his palm as an ashtray, getting burned by cigarette butts, yet he still had to endure it and continue to kneel respectfully. This shows how great Lin Lang's official power was.

Hearing Li Jing's screams, Guo Yuyao was also terrified, her whole body trembling, overwhelmed by the oppressive aura emanating from Lin Lang.