"Okay. Cang Hao smiled easily: "What do you want to talk about." ”

"What we want to say is......" Abeyi's mentive in a white turban said coldly, "you are going to hand over those two Jews to us!"

Cang Hao took out a cigarette and lit it, and his movements were very chic: "Why?"

Another of Abeyi's men replied: "We are at odds with the Jews!"

"I think we've made this very clear. Cang Hao smiled: "I don't care what grievances you have with the Jews, but here in Cuifeng Village, you can't make trouble with each other." I think your Chinese is good, don't I understand my words?"

The further Cang Hao's words were spoken, the more stern his tone became, and the two Abeyi's subordinates were stunned when they heard it.

The white turban immediately said, "It's not in Cuifeng Village now, so we can solve this matter with you." ”

"The problem is here...... Cang Hao pointed to his feet and said word by word: "Before I allowed Abeyi and you to enter Cuifeng Village, I had already explained to all of you, stay in your residence honestly, and your task is only to protect Princess Amelia." Don't go anywhere else, or you'll do it at your own risk. ”

"It's not in Cuifeng Village right now. The white turban repeated, and said, "We didn't go where we shouldn't go, since this is outside Cuifeng Village, you should give us an explanation." ”

"I'll tell you to be paralyzed. Cang Hao scolded impatiently: "Maybe what I said before didn't understand very well, so I'll explain it in detail now - you don't go anywhere casually, whether it's inside Cuifeng Village or outside Cuifeng Village!"

Another of Abeyi's men sneered, "It's too late for you to say it now. ”

"Regardless of whether this is said late or early, you must first figure out one thing......" Cang Hao said here, and pointed to his feet: "This is Lao Tzu's territory, all the rules are set by Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu can do whatever he wants." If you can't follow Lao Tzu's rules, don't say that Lao Tzu stuffed your heads into chrysanthemums, packed and mailed back to Kakozhia. ”

"Threaten us?" the white turban sneered nonchalantly, "It seems that we can't resolve this difference peacefully." ”

Cang Hao smiled: "Are you going to use force with me?"

Another of Abeyi's subordinates was more conciliatory: "I'm sorry, we can't coexist with the Jews, it's a matter of fundamental principle, I hope you can understand our ......"

"I can't understand it. Cang Hao interrupted the other party's words: "I repeat what I just said, on this ground, I can do whatever I say, this is also a fundamental matter of principle." Since I have promised to keep these two Jews safe, you two Kakozhia roast chickens should not be so crooked as to me. ”

The white turban seemed to be a little hot, and his voice suddenly rose an octave: "It seems that we really can't make sense!"

"As long as your brains are still functioning, you shouldn't have come and told me about it. Cang Hao strengthened his tone: "It seems that I need to talk to Abeyi about how he should manage his subordinates!"

The two Abey men looked at each other, shook their heads together, and then reached into their jackets in unison, where it was clear that they had hidden their weapons.

For now, it seems that Abeyi himself has temporarily compromised and has not continued to threaten the Jews, and it is not known whether Rothschild's words have played a role.

What Cang Hao didn't expect more or less was that Abeyi's subordinates did not compromise, and these two of his subordinates blocked Cang Hao here, one singing red face and the other white face, coercing Cang Hao to hand over the Jews.

These two Abey subordinates are full of confidence, they have followed Abey from Europe to the Middle East for many years, and they have a lot of combat experience, and they really don't take this seemingly ordinary Oriental youth in front of them seriously.

They believed that they could easily deal with Cang Hao, but they didn't know that Cang Hao could clean up the two of them with just his own strength.

What they didn't know was that Cang Hao was not alone, Li Chong and Wan Peng were behind, and they were also rushing towards Cuifeng Village.

"Okay...... Cang Hao sighed: "Originally, I had a good impression of Abeyi, and I wasn't going to do this!"

"Less nonsense!" the white turban roared, pulled out a machete from his jacket, and slashed directly at Cang Hao.

Cang Hao only turned to one side slightly, and let him see that the blade was almost grazing the tip of Cang Hao's nose, and even made the white turban mistakenly think that it had been hit.

But the machete still missed, and the white turban was unsteady on its feet, and its body staggered forward.

Cang Hao pulled out the slinger from behind his waist, let go of the brush, and lightly pumped it on the back waist of the white turban.

Despite the fact that it looked light, the white bandana felt as if it had been hit by a car, and there was a scream.

Another Abey subordinate also drew a machete and slashed at Cang Hao's neck from the other direction.

Cang Hao lowered his head and let go of the knife, took out the golden pistol, and pulled the trigger on the other party.

When Cang Hao left the No. 2 person, the entourage of the No. 2 person returned the weapon to Cang Hao, and Cang Hao put it away directly without careful inspection.

At this time, Cang Hao felt that the weight of the golden pistol was a little light, and suddenly secretly screamed in his heart: "Not good!"

Sure enough, the firing pin made a futile "click", and no bullets were fired.

The subordinate of the second person, I don't know if it was for safety reasons, or just out of curiosity, he unloaded the bullets in the golden pistol, and he didn't tell Cang Hao afterwards.

Abeyi's men roared angrily, flipped their wrists, and slammed the hilt of their knives on Cang Hao's shoulder.

In this kind of battle, the decision may be between 0.1 seconds, and Cang Hao lost the lead when his shot missed, and he just suffered this time.

It's no wonder that these two of Abeyi's men are so arrogant, they did have two blows, at least the handle of the knife was very heavy, and Cang Hao felt the pain in his shoulder as if he had dislocated.

It's just that Cang Hao's generation of soldiers is not in vain, and with a flip of his wrist, he smashed the handle of the golden pistol on the jaw of Abeyi's men.

There was a muffled sound of "bump", and this Abey's subordinate hurriedly took two steps back, opened his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and two teeth were knocked out by Cang Hao.

The white turban had already regained his breath, roaring and swinging the machete, Cang Hao's movements were faster, and he directly knocked the slinger on his wrist.

The white turban couldn't bear the pain, and dropped the machete, Cang Hao stuck the golden pistol on his belt, and caught the machete as soon as he stretched out his hand.

After two rounds, Abeyi's men were embarrassed, and they took a few steps back together, not continuing to attack, but looking at Cang Hao in disbelief.

It was only these two rounds, and Cang Hao's strength was far beyond their expectations.

Especially the white turban, his arms were thicker than Cang Hao's legs, and he felt that with a little effort, he could crush the bones of the little oriental man in front of him.

Unfortunately, now the bones of the white turban were almost shattered, and Abeyi's two men had to realize that they seemed to have found the wrong target.

"Come!" Cang Hao made a gesture of please: "Let's continue!"

The white turban panted and asked, "You don't want to hand over the Jews anyway, do you?"

"No matter how many times you ask me, I have only one answer......" Cang Hao told the other party word by word: "Here in Cuifeng Village, I have the final say!"

The white turban shouted a few words angrily, and then lowered his head and was about to rush towards Cang Hao, looking at his posture, as long as there are two more horns on the top of his head, it is no different from a bull.

Another of Abeyi's men took a few steps to the side, and opened up some distance from the white turban, and the two of them prepared to flank Cang Hao.

Cang Hao smiled and was about to make a move, when he suddenly found that an off-white figure flashed.

The movement of this figure was too fast, like a gust of wind, passing by Cang Hao's side.

Cang Hao was trying his best to deal with Abeyi's men, but he didn't expect a person to suddenly appear behind him, and he was shocked into a cold sweat.

However, this figure was not trying to deal with Cang Hao, but directly blew towards the white turban.

The white turban was stunned for a moment, and before he could figure out what was going on, he immediately let out a miserable scream, and then collapsed to the ground with a "poof".

Cang Hao was surprised to find that the two ankles of the white turban had been slashed, and blood was gushing out like a unscrewed faucet.

From the site of the wound, Cang Hao could conclude that this was a broken hamstring, no wonder the white bandana couldn't stand.

This gray-white figure not only moved fast enough, but also made the knife so steady.

After all, the ankle is close to the ground, and it is not easy for the person who made the knife to accurately cut the hamstring in the high-speed movement.

As a result, the white turban completely lost its mobility, and he quickly tore his clothes and wrapped them tightly around his ankles, trying to stop the blood first.

The other Abey subordinate reacted quickly, and without a moment's pause, immediately rushed towards the gray-white figure. He is not dealing with Cang Hao for the time being, he wants to help his companions.

But no sooner had he rushed to the front than the gray-white figure swirled and blew away like a gust of wind.

He shouted angrily a few times, trying to catch up, but unexpectedly, the gray-white figure turned over and greeted him.

As soon as the two of them took a face, before Abeyi's men could make a move, the other party actually drew an arc, bypassing the front of Abeyi's men, and in a blink of an eye, they went around to the rear.

The opponent's movements were too fast, and Abeyi's men guessed what the other party was going to do, and their hearts were immediately occupied by despair.

Sure enough, there was a sharp pain under his feet, like a white turban, and the hamstrings of his feet were also broken.