"Yes, yes, don't worry, Mr. Derek!"

Mo Luo nodded again and again, and after hanging up the phone, he finally let out a sigh, frowned and thought for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed between his eyebrows, and asked the driver in front of him in a low voice, "You say, why did He Jiarong appear that night?

Morro's face turned blue and white for a while, and now he felt panicked when he remembered Derek's question.

"Mr. Morrow, you're too worried!"

The driver held his head high and said with great confidence, "I entered the special intelligence department when I was eighteen years old, and the anti-reconnaissance consciousness is one of the few in our country, and when I went to the restaurant that night, I kept an eye on the situation on the road and did not find any suspicious people, so I can conclude that they met us purely by chance!"

His words were not overly boastful, in their country, his anti-reconnaissance awareness was indeed first-class, but what he never expected was that he encountered a hundred people with a stronger sense of anti-reconnaissance this time.

Mo Luo frowned and nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, if they were following us, they would definitely not show up easily...... I also think that they and we are just a chance encounter...... Yes, it must have been a chance encounter!"

Morrow looked out the window with a solemn expression, and kept muttering, as if he was also convincing himself.

Soon, his expression was straight, and he asked the driver in a deep voice, "By the way, how many people can we use in the hot summer?!"

"Probably ...... Seven ......"

The driver thought about it carefully and said in a deep voice.

"Okay, you ...... like this"

Moro whispered to the driver, who nodded repeatedly.

It was night, in a mountainous area in a province south of the Yangtze River, a figure was moving rapidly, and through the faint moonlight, it could be seen that this person was covered with mud.

From the time he left Beijing to the present, he has been on the run for dozens of hours without stopping, during which he has taken a car, a motorcycle, a boat, a city, a plateau, a mountain, and a Yangtze River, but the pursuers behind him are still with him, and he can't get rid of them.

If it weren't for the fact that he resolutely chose to jump into the river in a desperate situation, I am afraid that he would have fallen into the hands of Bairentu and others yesterday.

However, he was also severely injured because of this, and the calf of his entire right leg was swollen as thick as a thigh, and he could no longer feel the pain, as if he had been filled with mud and sand.

Two or three kilometers behind him, a figure also chased after him at a very fast speed, and the distance was gradually shortening.

Soon, the figure behind chased after Bu Cheng, and the whole person was overflowing with a cold murderous aura, like a sharp sword out of the sheath!

It is the slaughter of 100 people in its heyday!

The non-stop chase in the past two days has made Bairen Tu also see how strong the comprehensive strength of Bu Cheng, who grew up by Xiang Nantian's side, is!

He and Kui Wood Wolf, Bi Yuewu, Ginseng Ape and Chunsheng and Qiuman, six soldiers pursued Bu Cheng in five ways, but after crossing the river, only he followed Bu Cheng!

The others have long been dumped and can't find their shadows!

After all, although Kui Wood Wolf, Bi Yuewu, and Ginseng Ape have strong personal abilities, they have not systematically learned reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, so they can't keep up with Bu Cheng who has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance!

And if it weren't for the injury, I'm afraid that the Hundred People Slaughter would have been thrown off at this time!

The injury on the leg accelerated the consumption of Bucheng's physical strength, so gradually, Bucheng's speed also slowly decreased.

Soon, the distance between Bairen Tu and Bu Cheng was shortened to hundreds of meters.

Bu Cheng had already sensed the danger behind him, gritted his teeth, and insisted on rushing forward quickly.

"Give it up, you ...... I can't escape!"

The hundred people in the back said in a cold voice, although his words were still very clear, but his breath was already a little short, and the long-term pursuit was also a huge drain on his physical strength!

Bu Cheng gritted his teeth, did not speak, did not have the slightest stagnation under his feet, rushed forward quickly, still making the last struggle, but the hundred people behind him were getting closer and closer.

"Stop now, I'll leave you a whole corpse!"

Bairen Tu said coldly, at this time, he had already chased to a distance of less than 100 meters behind Bu Cheng.

Bu Cheng still didn't speak, and the branches and leaves in the forest swept over the wound on his calf, causing a heart-piercing pain on his originally numb leg, and his speed slowed down more and more.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Bairen Tu's eyes were cold, his right hand flicked, and there was an instant dagger in his hand, he kicked under his feet, slammed forward, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards Bu Cheng's heart.

The explosive power of the Hundred People Slaughter was extremely strong, and the speed was extremely fast, and it jumped behind Bu Cheng in the blink of an eye.

After Bu Cheng sensed the wind behind him, his body turned suddenly, and at the same time, the two daggers in his left hand and right hand swept away, avoiding the knife of Bairen Tu, and at the same time, he cut towards Bairen Tu's neck and chest in reverse.

Bairen Tu reacted in time, throwing out a dagger with his left hand, and instead of blocking the double knives in Bu Cheng's hand, he went to cut Bu Cheng's two wrists.

Bu Cheng's face changed greatly, his wrist flipped, and he hurriedly put the dagger in his hand back.

Bairen Tu took advantage of the situation to take the lead, and then Bu Cheng was slow to move his legs, and the blade in his hand quickly stabbed forward and turned, snorting, tearing the clothes on Bu Cheng's left chest, and at the same time cutting out a bloody wound.

Bu Cheng staggered suddenly, kicked back two steps, hit the tree behind him with a bang, snorted and panted, looked at the wound on his chest, looked at the hundred people with desperate eyes, and said in a low voice, "You and my brother, you actually killed you?!"