The general invited, even if they didn't want to come.

That evening, everyone came very punctually.

Since the invitation did not say that five people from the martial arts hall were called at the same time, they were very surprised when Yan Hui met downstairs.

There has been no news of his own curator in the palace, what does the general mean by this?

On the second floor of Yan Hui Building, the exquisite and best Tianzi No. 1 room, Cheng Zhou sat in the main seat.

The deputy curators of the five pavilions sat separately, looked at each other, and looked at him in puzzlement.

"General Cheng. A curator tentatively asked, "I wonder if the general is looking for me to come, what is the matter, is there something wrong with our curator?"

They haven't heard from them since the curator left with the body last night and entered the palace.

And the person their curator wants to sue, at this moment, is sitting in front of them now, with a righteous face.

Cheng Zhou drank a glass of wine and said bluntly: "Your curator deliberately killed people and relied on me, do you know about this?"

Aren't we going to be doomed?

The five deputy curators were all weak-hearted, with cold sweat on their heads, they couldn't be clearer about yesterday's events, and it was clear that the five pavilion owners deliberately killed people and wanted to suppress the imperial martial arts hall with the hand of the edict.

They naturally knew it, but as the deputy curator, they had no real power at all, they were just a pseudonymous and miscellaneous, and they couldn't speak at all on major matters.

Knowing the weight, they didn't dare to persuade the five curators to stop, so they could only wait and see.

Unexpectedly, what they were waiting for was Cheng Zhou.

"General, we don't know about this,"

Nancheng's adjutant was the first to react, and immediately pretended to be confused, "Please also ask the general to elaborate." ”

Don't you know about such a big thing? Your disciples know about it, but you don't even know it?

Cheng Zhou stared at his eyes deadly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, and his cold gaze fell on the others:

"You don't know either?"

Except for the fierce-looking deputy curator of Dongcheng, who was full of disdain and didn't seem to be afraid of the general in front of him at all, the other deputy curators spoke one after another:

"We don't know, we don't know at all. ”

Their words were full of panic, their eyes flashed, and they emphasized twice in a row, typical of lying.

Cheng Zhou tugged at the corners of his mouth:

"I know you don't know, but then again, how do your second disciples know about things you don't know? Or do you have no real power in the martial arts hall at all, and you are just doing miscellaneous work?"

As soon as such sharp words came out, the faces of the deputy curators changed, as if they had eaten pork liver.

These words can be said to poke at their pain, over the years, they have given everything for the martial arts hall, and in the end they are still a deputy curator who wipes the butt of the curator.

Cheng Zhou saw this belly.

Your Majesty is really a god, everything can be calculated, and even everyone in the martial arts hall knows the situation of power control clearly.

If His Majesty had told me this before I left, I really wouldn't have known what to say to these five deputy curators.

The deputy curator of Dongcheng seemed to be stimulated by Cheng Zhou's words, his fists clenched loudly, and there was a faint anger in his eyes:

"Cheng Zhou, what the hell do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Finally someone got to the point. ”

Cheng Zhou was greatly pleased, and the corners of his mouth also showed a hint of a smile.

"What do you want to do, kill us?"

"Who asked you to come? It must be the little emperor!"

"What is the little emperor going to do? We have nothing to do with that!"

The five deputy curators trembled in their hearts and spoke one after another.

They haven't lived long enough, so they don't want to risk their lives because of the five curators.

Cheng Zhou, who was holding the wine glass, was not in a hurry, he poured a glass of wine slowly, took a sip, and the spicy wine entered his throat, which had a different taste:

"Tsk, it's really good, five people drinking, no hurry. ”

What did he want to do? What did he do at the behest of the little emperor?

He was still anxious to know just now, and now he is doing this again, what does he want to do?

The five deputy curators looked at each other, drank in a muffled voice, and kept beating drums in their hearts.

But in a quarter of an hour, someone finally couldn't help the anxiety in his heart.

Syllable!

The grumpy deputy curator of Dongcheng slapped the table, stood up vacantly, and pointed to Cheng Zhou, who was still tasting wine, and shouted:

"Cheng Zhou, what do you mean? We said, we don't know what happened that day, what do you want to do? Kill us?"

"Didn't I tell you that I don't like it when someone points at me?"

Cheng Zhou said something inconsequential, and the eyes of the five deputy curators were full of doubts, not understanding what he meant by this.

But in the next second, they only felt a figure flash in front of them, and then they didn't have time to see Cheng Zhou's movements clearly.

Click!

"Ahh

There was a crisp sound, accompanied by a scream, and the deputy curator of Dongcheng fractured his finger.

Call!

Immediately afterwards, the deputy curator of Dongcheng was thrown out and slammed into the wall, only to feel that the bones of his whole body were shattered, and the stinging sensation was like ten thousand ants devouring his body.

"Ahhhhhh

He, he did it! This speed, this power, this explosive power, is it still human?

I'm not a match for Cheng Zhou, so let's just give in.

The general personally promoted by the little emperor was really domineering, and he did it if he didn't agree with him.

When the other deputy curators saw this, they couldn't sit still as if there were nails on a stool, and they all stood up and looked at him timidly.

Cheng Zhou clapped his hands, ignored the wailing of the deputy curator of Dongcheng, and said lightly:

"It doesn't matter whether you know what your curator is doing or not, what matters is where you and your military attache will go after today?"

Speaking of this, he paused, his eyes fell on the deputy curator of Dongcheng, and a cold voice followed,

"If it weren't for Your Majesty's instructions not to be too harsh on you because the disciple who deliberately injured my soldier was your nephew, you would have been dead. ”

The leader who deliberately provoked the guards yesterday turned out to be the nephew of the deputy director of Dongcheng!

If that's the case, it's no wonder that Cheng Zhou attacked him.

Dongcheng Martial Arts Gym is really doing everything in order to win over Nancheng Martial Arts Gym!

However, how did Cheng Zhou know about such a secret thing?

The four deputy curators were in an uproar, and they couldn't help but slander, and after thinking about it, a chill burned in their hearts.

He knows everything about us, but we don't know him!

What is the origin of this person? Is it really just a general promoted by the little emperor?

The deputy curator of Dongcheng, who was slumped on the ground and convulsed violently, was full of surprise.

How could he know about this? This is only known to me and my nephew, how did he know?

The South City and the East City competed, and sending cronies to go undercover was a great strategy, and no one knew about it for five years.

How did he, a newly promoted general, know?

Cheng Zhou swept the surprise on his face and said a few words coldly in his heart.

What the little emperor wants to know, how can he not know?

I also want to know how His Majesty knows, but I really didn't believe it at first, but your eyes tell me that Your Majesty is right again.

"Your Majesty has the heart to give you a chance to live, it depends on whether you can seize it. ”

"We can!"

The five deputy curators didn't dare to get scared again, they couldn't see through the person in front of them at all.