Chapter 9 Turning the Tables

  The music between the beams is becoming increasingly strange and unpredictable.

  That's right, strange, this is the feeling it gives me.

  It cannot be described with words like delicate, light, bold and uninhibited.

  The rhythm is slightly monotonous, often repetitive, but when heard in the ears, it makes people's hearts beat faster.

  The dancing girls' movements were still bold and seductive, captivating the souls of men - they had long since shed their clothes, dancing naked and unadorned in the grand hall.

  Although I was born in a new society, at this time I didn't dare to raise my head and look straight ahead, but only dared to glance quickly, my eyes scanning over the white and dazzling bodies.

  They have a strong sense of professionalism and will not show any signs of shyness at all.

  They don't mind, but I can't stand it!

  As a young communist who still maintains his purity, how can I sit together with these shameless adults and watch erotic dances?!

  Ma Dai's face turned red, and he lowered his eyelids, not daring to look up; Pang Zhuo had been sipping wine all along, now choked by the wine, coughing slightly; only Old Master Ma Teng remained seated, motionless.

  The only thing moving was a pair of round eyeballs that were almost falling out of their sockets.

  The owner sitting in the front row is also like this.

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  The melody slightly rises, roughly entering another new chapter.

  Dong Jin's face was already flushed with excitement, a passionate dance had ignited his enthusiasm, he suddenly grabbed one of the female servants who were serving him, and his two large hands began to grasp her without mercy.

  The maid was also a seasoned veteran and didn't resist at all, instead she cooperated fully and moaned softly along with Dong Chen's movements.

  I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Ah, there's still a group of innocent kids on this side! Third Master, can you please pay attention and be more careful?

  It's clear that Dong San Ye couldn't hear my pleas, and with a few swift moves, the girl in his grasp was already stark naked. Dong Ming let out a low gasp, one hand yanking down his belt, between his legs, proudly erecting an incongruous object!

  Specifically what thing comes out, considering the observation angle problem, I can't see very clearly from here, it looks roughly like something black...

  I could only see the girl's white and tender back, which began to tremble slightly as he pulled down his belt.

  Li Meng was also inspired by San Ye, and from behind the two girls, he picked one and pulled her into his arms, fondling her up and down, the low moans in the hall grew more intense.

  The music seemed to intentionally harmonize with it, then softly hummed a gentle melody.

  Dong Chen chuckled softly, and the girl trembled even more violently.

  I couldn't bear to look anymore, Pang Rou closed her eyes, and Ma Dai couldn't help but tremble.

  Is this considered beastly behavior?

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  Outside the camp, the night wind began to pick up.

  I vaguely heard the sound.

  Someone outside the door shouted angrily, but no one answered.

  The response was a dull thud.

  The half-closed hall door was knocked open by the people rushing in.

  The man rolled on the ground for three or four zhangs before tumbling into a group of white-flowered, delicate dancing girls.

  I straightened up, clearing my throat as quietly as possible, then pulled in my legs and crouched down on my heels. Ma Dajiang followed suit, but Ma Teng just stared blankly ahead, unresponsive.

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  "Who?!" Dong Jin pushed away the young girl who had not yet entered the harbor, asking sternly with a face full of anger and shame.

  The people on the ground were overturned, their faces upturned to the sky, with blood all over their faces. The originally tawny black skin was dyed into a crimson color.

  A burst of shrill cries erupted from the group of dancing girls, and the naked girls suddenly scattered in all directions.

  There were dancing girls and maids who wanted to leave from the main gate, but when they reached the door, they retreated step by step.

  Under the heavy curtain, a pair of leather boots was exposed.

  No one was allowed to react again, someone lifted the curtain and slowly walked into the hall.

  "Dong Jin angrily shouted: 'Bastard!'"

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  The young man is Shaoyan, of course, it's none other than Pang Deming.

  His right hand held a long knife, and the sharp blade was still slowly dripping blood.

  He walked forward, and behind the door, a hundred or so soldiers rushed in with a "hula" sound. The leader was my personal guard Zhao Cheng. One hundred and eighty people divided into two routes to encircle them. At the moment when the three people in the hall were stunned, they had already surrounded the main hall.

  "Ma Teng, you dare to kill me?!" Dong Jue was furious and incredulous.

  He kicked open the table with one foot, picked up his pants with his left hand, and drew out the sword he wore at his side with his right hand, glaring furiously at Ma Teng.

  Ma Teng slowly got up, clapped his hands and sighed: "What a pity! A good dance has been missed. I'm afraid it's hard to get it in this life."

  He stretched out his left hand and a soldier immediately handed him a knife.

  With a gentle flick of his right hand, the long sword slid out of its scabbard.

  "Want to give it a try?" Ma Teng smiled, slightly raising the blade of his knife.

  Dong Jin was originally a fierce and courageous man. Although he followed his second brother to enjoy the glory, it wasn't long enough to completely erase the bloodthirst from his body. At this time, although he already understood that returning would be futile, he still chose to struggle until death.

  He let out a shrill yell and swung his sword at Ma Teng.

  The sword body is straight forward, and under the candlelight around it seems to be burning.

  Ma Teng let out a loud roar, and with a swift motion of his giant blade, he knocked Dong Jue's sword aside. Following that, he swung his knife in a slanting motion, cutting from the right shoulder into Dong Jue's body. His arm strength was extremely powerful, and the momentum of the knife did not stop, slicing off Dong Jue's entire head and half of his shoulder from right to left.

  The carpet was again a shocking splash of bright red.

  Li Meng and Li Su both seemed to have been scared silly.

  Li Meng was even holding the half-naked girl in his arms, shivering with fear; while the poor girl had already fainted into his rough embrace due to watching the bloody and cruel scene at close range.

  Pang De made a sudden turn and swung his long sword downwards.

  Li Meng suddenly pushed the girl in his arms out and retreated with all his might.

  Pang De showed no mercy, and with one slash of his sword, the young girl was knocked to the ground. He then pressed his advantage, and with a swift kick, he sent Li Meng tumbling back down as she tried to scramble to her feet.

  "Did you kill her?" Li Meng's delaying tactic had no effect, and he couldn't help but shout, "You're so ruthless!"

  "Are you saying I killed him?" Pang De shook his head and sneered, "We all saw it, very clearly - it was you who killed her!"

  Li Meng didn't have time to express his anger, his chest was brutally trampled by a hard and rough boot, he seemed to be out of breath.

  Pang De slowly lowered his long sword and inserted it into its scabbard along his boot.

  Insert inch by inch downwards.

  We clearly heard two bones break.

  Li Meng's eyes were all white - his chest was pierced mercilessly! And under him, it was a mess.

  A nauseating stench suddenly rose from Pong's feet and spread out.

  Pang De was clearly dissatisfied, his foot pressed heavily on Li Tong's leg, and with another exertion of force, he pulled the long knife out from his chest, fresh blood suddenly gushing out, splashing half of Pang De's thigh.

  He swung his long knife violently, and the half-foot-long blood on the blade spilled out onto the fur rug in a scattered pattern. The blade then pointed forward, pointing at the only survivor.

  Li Su's face was pale, but he still sat upright on the ground.

  He was not scared stiff.

  Under the encirclement of over a hundred people, he slowly got up and walked out from the right side of the seat, walking straight in front of his father three feet away.

  Old Man's long knife was still dripping with blood.

  Li Su took off his own sword and knelt down on one knee, presenting it with both hands.

  "Don't kill me." He said with his head down, "I surrender."

  Ma Teng stretched out his left hand and grasped the sword handed over by Li Suo.

  "General!" Pong Yu doubted Li Su's loyalty, "Li Su was a trusted subordinate of Dong Zhuo in the past. Even if he surrendered, it is not possible to trust him lightly."

  Ma Teng smiled and turned to Li Su: "Can you persuade him to believe that you are truly surrendering?"

  Kneeling on the ground, Li Su raised his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm now unarmed, and my troops have been separated from me by you. What other ulterior motives could I possibly have? I just want to save my life, do I need any other reason?"

  "You say I'm his trusted old subordinate?" He looked tired, but full of resentment. "Dong Xiang... the old thief has never treated me as a confidant! When Ding Yuan's army was pressing in on us, who was it that cleverly persuaded Lü Bu to rebel with promises of wealth and power? It was me! I'm the one! Why did he entrust Lü Bu with heavy troops like a father would his son, while my own rank has been slow to be promoted?! And even sent me to Chang'an to watch over his brother's gate?!" His voice grew increasingly agitated.

  Pang Yu was silent.

  The old man threw away the knife and sword in his hand, bent down and helped Li Su up.

  "My dear brother, I'm overjoyed to see you return from your misguided path. The tens of thousands of soldiers at the East Gate are still in need of your care and management. Please help me disperse the old and weak, and retain only the strong and brave who can render service. As for myself, my current official rank is not high, and I'm unable to make grand promises with empty words. However, I must trouble you again to take care of various matters, big and small, within the city of Chang'an."

  Is this referring to Chang'an Mayor or Jingzhao Prefect? I temporarily cannot tell.

  Li Su's face showed no joy or anger, he just bowed deeply once.