Otherwise, he could have completely ignored Ling Yun's threat and directly teleported out of Ling Xiao City, returning to the territory of the Wen Yuan Marquis's manor and starting the battle.
However, this wasn't the right time yet. If they fought rashly, both sides would suffer and someone else would pick the peaches.
However, after this disturbance, their plans might be delayed once again. This was because he had to include the variable known as the Marquis' Mansion.
Fortunately, after the upheaval that happened fifteen years ago, the royal family wasn't ready yet. Otherwise, they would have taken the initiative to take the advantage of the situation.
Wen Shang clenched his fists tightly, feeling a burning sensation on his face. The veins on his face were pulsating, as if he was greatly angered.
"Men, bring Lin Zheng's young duke to the Wen Yuan manor." Wen Shang took a deep breath and said coldly.
Two black-clothed guards appeared in the dark and walked behind Lin Zheng. They indifferently said, "Young Marquis Lin, after you!"
"Wen Shang, what do you want to do?" Lin Zheng roared at Wen Shang in confusion. At the same time, his two guards flashed and arrived by his side.
His hand was like lightning as he placed it on the sword hilt on his waist. "Clang!" Half of the sword flew out of its scabbard, and the sword's body was bright and dazzling. It glinted with a cold light as it looked warily at Wen Shang's two black-clothed guards.
Their duty was to protect Lin Zheng's safety. If something happened to Lin Zheng, then even if they couldn't protect him, when the time came, even if they could save their lives, a beating would be inevitable.
"For what?" Wen Shang let out a cold snort, his face was so gloomy that it seemed to be able to squeeze out water, "If it wasn't for you, this useless one, would I be in such a passive position now?"
Right now, as long as he punished Lin Zheng, it would be equivalent to sending a message to Ling Yun — their Wen Yuan Marquis Estate was not ready for war yet.
Although Lingyun might not completely believe it, but he would definitely guess something else. At that time, it would be a bunch of trouble.
If they didn't punish Lin Zheng, then they would have to evacuate Lingxiao City as soon as possible and return to the territory of the Wen Yuan Manor like stray dogs. The great battle would also arrive.
He was very clear that with Ling Yun's position in the royal family, if he really wanted to start a war, Ling Ao would most likely support him.
Their Wen Yuan manor would definitely suffer a great loss if they hastily welcomed the battle.
"Take him down!" Wen Shang's face was cold. With a wave of his hand, two black-clothed guards encircled Lin Zheng's two guards.
Subsequently, two more black-clothed guards appeared and pressed down on Lin Zheng. They ignored his resistance and curses and headed straight for the Marquis Mansion.
As for the youths that were there to welcome him, they all remained silent. Not a single one of them pleaded for him. Their eyes revealed pity. Another victim.
There were even a few youths who gloated in their eyes.
This Lin Zheng had always relied on his father to be an important general in the military and didn't put them in his eyes. Now that Lin Zheng was in trouble, they were naturally happy.
Moreover, after this matter, perhaps Lin Hou's prestige in the imperial court would decline and he would be ostracized.
"Everyone, I still have matters to attend to. I apologize for not accompanying you all, farewell!" Wen Shang cupped his fists towards the remaining seven youths and said politely.
"We have matters to attend to too, young duke, farewell!" The seven popinjays didn't dare to be negligent. They returned the greeting carefully and said with flattering expressions on their faces.
"Shopkeeper, this is ten thousand gold coins. Consider it your compensation." Wen Shang took out a crystal card with a cyan pattern on it, and tossed it to the shopkeeper who stood by the side, ignoring everything else.
After that, he left the Misty Cloud Teahouse. Ten thousand gold coins was enough to compensate for the loss of the teahouse.
Actually, with his temper, if he was somewhere else, even if it was the property of the Gold Dragon Gang, he wouldn't compensate.
However, this was the property of the Misty Cloud Tower, and he was one of its shareholders.
If he didn't compensate, then if the people from Cloud Mist Tower directly cancelled his status as a shareholder, then their Marquis Wen Yuan's Mansion would lose a considerable amount of income.
In any case, ten thousand gold coins was not a large sum of money for him. His ambition lay solely in the hands of Cloud Mist Tower.
When Wen Shang left, the other popinjays also left quickly. They all returned home to find their mothers and report what happened in the teahouse today.
A minute later, Wen Shang sent out the black-clothed guards to detain Lin Zheng's two guards. When he felt Wen Shang and the others had left, he looked at each other and nodded his head.
He suddenly increased his strength, forcing back the two of them. Then, he gracefully retreated and jumped out of the window. He jumped onto the roof of the opposite building and disappeared after a few ups and downs.
Lin Zheng's two guards gnashed their teeth in anger, but didn't chase up. "Wa, wa," they spat out two mouthfuls of blood, their faces deathly pale.
Wen Shang's guards were stronger than them. Before, they had been pressing down on them, but fortunately, their target was to keep them busy and didn't kill them. Otherwise, they would have reported it to the King of Hell.
"What should we do?" A guard said hoarsely. How would they explain if the young duke was lost?
The other guard's expression was dark. "The Crown Prince is in charge of all this. We should report it to him as soon as possible!" This way, even if he was punished, it shouldn't be too heavy.
"The young duke's identity is not ordinary, Wen Shang will definitely have his reservations and won't kill him. Let's hurry back to the manor and let the duke go to the Wen Yuan manor to look for Wen Shang."
"En!"
The two guards quickly left and ran towards the Eastern Residence as if they were flying.
Just as the two of them left the Misty Cloud Teahouse, at a corner not far from the teahouse, Lingyun gently waved his hand. Four guards quickly rushed out and followed behind the two.
After the fight just now, the two of them had suffered some minor injuries. Their spirit energy was also consumed, and their speed was much slower than when they were at their peak.
He was so focused on summoning reinforcements that he didn't even notice that someone was following him from behind.
"Boss, you can always tell me why you kicked me now, right?" Mo Xin shouted as he held his butt.
"Don't pretend to be in pain here. With your thick flesh, that kick of mine couldn't hurt you at all!" Ling Yun curled his lips, and said indifferently.
Ye Zichen was speechless. It seemed like this fatty's body was thicker than he thought. He actually didn't get injured even after rolling down the stairs from the second floor. He was just in a sorry state.
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, the other youths laughed without restraint. The few guards behind them couldn't help but laugh.
"This won't do, I've suffered serious internal injuries, you have to give me 500,000 gold coins to heal my injuries!" Mo Xin shouted as he stared at the eight crystal cards in Ling Yun's hands.
Lingyun was so angry that he laughed. This guy actually dared to talk big with him. His eyes squinted and revealed a dangerous smile. He said lightly: "If you really want me to beat you up, I'll give it to you!"
Mo Xin's fat body trembled as he hurriedly shook his head.
"Humph!" Lingyun snorted, "This little money is not enough for me, I want to borrow some more from you! "Un, just take it as the fee for me helping you vent your anger just now!"
"Huh?" Mo Xin cried out and his face immediately turned bitter. This fellow, he just took a million from him not long ago, and now he was trying to extort him. "You aren't going to use it to help those handicapped veterans, are you?"