Chapter 67: Crossbow Draw Sword Zhang!
He is tall, even if it is a cheap stall, he has a special aura when he wears it, with a cigarette in his mouth, and the combination of gangsterism and ruffianism is like a bully with outstanding appearance.
He just went into the hallway of the residential building.
The residential buildings here are old, more than ten years old, and the white walls have long been covered with a layer of haze, gray, and there are colorful patterns painted on them, and there are all kinds of small advertisements for repairing doors and sewer pipes.
The skin of the wall in the corner of the wall is still peeling off, revealing the gray cement traces inside, and the ground is even dirtier.
The wind and sand here are already strong, and the ground and windowsills are covered with a layer of dust.
Lu Xiao went up the stairs step by step.
The staircase was quiet, as if the man had entered the lair, and there was no movement except for his own footsteps.
He went up one floor, two floors—
However, when he reached the third floor, he suddenly froze.
Look up and look at the scene ahead.
I saw two people on the handrail of the stairs on the second and third floors.
A yellow-haired man leaned against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth, and his foot crossed the handrail of the stairs opposite to block his way, and he carried a stick with a wooden nail in his hand.
The other man was a fat and strong man, bald, with tattoos on his neck and arms, and he was staring at him fiercely with a dagger in his hand.
Eyes kept looking at him.
Lu Xiao met their gaze-
This scene was expected, but it was also unexpected, if he hadn't changed his outfit just now, maybe they would have rushed up, and the people upstairs had also run away, but on the contrary, he had traveled before with much more serious tasks, and he would leave a hand in everything.
Now.
Looking at this scene, he suddenly lowered his head, the corners of his lips pulled slightly, and chuckled, as if a little sarcasm and disdain.
"What the are you laughing at——!?"
The bald head was suddenly enraged and stepped forward.
Lu Xiao held the cigarette between his fingertips, slowly exhaled lightly, his eyes looked indifferent, and he said unhurriedly: "What about laughing? What, you want to fight?"
Looking at their sticks and knives, he didn't seem to be afraid at all, but thought it funny.
As soon as these words came out, the two men looked at each other.
Then, the yellow-haired man said with a gloomy face, "What are you doing here?"
If the person who told them to wait and wait was their opposite, then he should know very well what they were doing here.
And that's not all, they want to let this person go and never return!!
However, just when the two of them were confronting him, outside-
A figure appeared here, Wen Xian's chest rose and fell violently, and she kept gasping, she chased all the way, but after running to this area, she completely lost the trace of his whereabouts.
Wen Xian looked around, as if trying to find the clues he left behind.
However, at this moment, she didn't know what she saw, and she was stunned.
Immediately, she quickly appeared in front of a grandma who was setting up a stall, she grabbed a black jacket, and hurriedly asked, "Whose clothes are this, and where is the others!?"
When the old grandmother heard this, she trembled and stretched out her finger to a place-
Wen Xian looked at the dilapidated residential building ......!
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[Brother Jiu: Ahhh