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Chapter 135 Menacing

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    The four people responsible for surveillance work in pairs.

    The two groups discussed and decided that this vision must be known to the village.

    Brother Zhao Liu, who lost his arm today, said that after he goes back, he will ask the second master to make the decision and eliminate these people at night.

    The number of people who can fight in Zhaojiabao is much greater than that of the opponent. Ordinarily, a night attack is not a good choice, as it is easy to accidentally injure one's own people.

    However, since the opponent has martial arts masters, it is not wrong to choose a night attack. You can take advantage of the crowd and beat the old master to death with random punches.

    "But these are all Sixth Brother's ideas. Whether they will come true or not depends on Second Master's attitude.

    The four people under surveillance thought that they could no longer sit back and watch. They had to let the people in the village know. Carrying out a night attack when it was as bright as day Isn't that a joke?

    The serious thing is that after we surround it, we might be dazzled, just like staring at the sun.

    Among the four people, a young man with nimble legs and good night vision was selected to rush back in the rain.

    The young man's body is really good. In this pitch-black night, he held a torch, kicked deep and shallow, and rolled and crawled. It only took him more than an hour to run more than 20 miles.  land.

    Feng Jun and others also saw his torch, but they were so far away that it was difficult for them to react.

    Zhaojiapu is almost thirty miles away from Feng Jun and the others. However, when the young man climbed up a small hillside, he suddenly found dozens of people standing on the hillside.

    There were four or five people holding angry wind lanterns in their hands, and seven or eight people holding umbrellas. The first one was the second master of the Zhao family.

    Mr. Zhao is the only remaining martial artist in the village. He is about fifty years old. He squints his eyes and looks coldly at the lights more than twenty miles away. He doesn't know what he is thinking.

    "Xiaoba from the Sanfang family is back," someone with sharp eyes recognized the young man, "What is that thing shining brightly over there?"

    The light of the xenon lamp is not ordinary dazzling at night, and the air quality of this plane is much better than that of the earth. If it is not raining, it can be seen from a hundred and eighty miles away. Anyway, they are standing twenty miles away at the moment.  Look, they are all extremely shocking.

    The young man raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face and replied stammeringly, "That's that's the lighting object of Xiongfeng Escort Agency."

    So far, they have habitually referred to each other as the Xiongfeng Escort Bureau, and Mr. Zhao has no intention of correcting them. Generally speaking, he believes that with the conditions in Zhaojiabao, there is no need to be too afraid of a certain escort agency.

    This is not because he is arrogant, but because he believes that this idea should be encouraged - the so-called courage is all exercised in daily life.

    But after hearing this, Mr. Zhao frowned dissatisfied, "Escort Bureau? Impossible If they have such means, where do they get the night battle formation? The lights should be very bright, right?"

    "It's very bright," the young man replied respectfully, "if you look at it directly, your eyes will shed tears."

    Hearing this, someone from the Zhao family who was impatient already spoke up, "Does that meanthat we can no longer carry out night raids?"

    The young man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head honestly, "Anyway, in the eyes of the four of us, it's not suitable for a sneak attack."

    The status of the four monitors is not particularly high in Zhaojiabao, but since they have the nature of scouts, they are qualified to make suggestions.

    Mr. Zhao thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "Since they are on guard, let's not attack at night. You should keep a close eye on themwait until tomorrow, and let's go find them to reason with them."

    After spending the whole night without talking, they received the latest news early the next morning: the disabled martial artist with a broken arm should be the bodyguard Lang Zhen who had left the Xiongfeng Escort Bureau.

    Mr. Zhao had heard of Lone Wolf. He was seven or eight years older than Lang Zhen. When he became a martial artist, Lang Zhen had already gained quite a reputation. Later, he even became a junior martial artist.  , killing an intermediate martial artist with force.

    He knew very well that if he faced off against a lone wolf, he would never gain anything.

    Later, Lang Zhen was injured and his cultivation level dropped, and he sadly left the Xiongfeng Escort Bureau. Mr. Zhao also heard about it. However, the eldest brother, Xiao Liu, was a high-level warrior and his arm was broken by the opponent in one move. Obviously, Lone Wolf's cultivation level  Recovered a lot.

    He thought about it and decided to be polite first and then to fight. He would first ask the other party to accuse him and see what they said.

    When it was approaching noon, Mr. Zhao and more than 20 clan members came to the other party¡¯s house.

    Feng Jun turned off the xenon lamp a long time ago, but did not put away the wires and lights - now that he has put them away, he still has to take them out at night, which is not troublesome enough.

    Mr. Zhao Er came over with his clan members. The first thing he noticed was the wires and light bulbs. After looking at them carefully, he looked atbsp; It was too late for Lang Zhen to think of any reaction. He was sitting down at the moment.

    And in front of him, there were two high-level warriors standing, staring at him. As long as he dared to take action, he would face the siege of one warrior and two high-level warriors.

    In fact, the lone wolf is good at tracking, killing and escaping, but saving people is not what he is good at.

    Deng Laoer's figure has already activated. Due to the inertia, he had no time to dodge. He was about to be whipped by the cloth belt. He only heard a roar not far away, "Asshole!"

    The roaring sound came from a room.

    In fact, everyone in Zhaojiabao knows that there are four people in the group collecting jade, and the serious person in charge is not the three in front of them, but the young man who often hides in the house.

    For that young man, everyone didn¡¯t think highly of him. He was just a businessman with some money.

    However, following this roar, what followed was a sharp finger wind, roaring through the air.

    (Updated, Fengxiao should be at the venue at this moment, and it is still updated regularly. I have saved the manuscript for the past year I call for monthly tickets loudly, it is necessary.)

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