"I didn't expect Brother Wang to be so young, and he had already achieved martial arts innateness, brother, I was blindsided. ”

After a while, Chong Tianba shook his head and sighed, and at the same time thought silently in his heart: "This kid was able to kill so many people as a gun on Hong Kong Island before, and now it can be explained." ”

At this time, I saw that Wang Le did not go around in circles on the issue that he was a congenital master, but returned to the topic with a solemn face, and said: "At this time, the masters of the Hong family who came to Hong Kong Island, according to the following estimates, there are no less than five congenital masters, otherwise, the Hong family will not have the strength to wipe out the five major families overnight!"

After a pause, Wang Le narrowed his eyes and the light flickered between them, and continued: "Eighth Master, you have only heard of congenital masters, and you have never seen them before, so you know how rare such an existence is, and the Hong family has sent so many innate masters at one time, if there is no family master to personally come forward to command, do you think it is possible?"

"Huh!" Chong Tianba finally believed Wang Le's analysis, and finally understood why the other party concealed his true identity and avoided his edge.

Because in addition to so many innate masters, if you can't make that Hong Burang is a more powerful existence than an innate master, no matter how powerful Wang Le is, it will be difficult to support it alone!

"Brother Wang, I'll check this matter over to my brother, is there anything else to explain?"

After thinking about it clearly, Chong Tianba asked Wang Le who was sitting opposite again.

Wang Le shook his head without thinking too much, and replied: "The eighth master only needs to find out these situations, and as for other things, let's talk about it when the kid needs it!"

Seeing this, Chong Tianba also left the sofa and stood up, and Wang Le also stood up.

"Since that's the case, then I won't disturb your rest, brother, if there is anything, let's call again. Chong Tianba walked around the coffee table and walked in front of Wang Le, held the other party's hand and said goodbye.

"Okay, call us. Wang Le shook his hand, then pulled it out and said.

In this way, Wang Le sent Chong Tianba to the elevator door before returning to the apartment, and then stood by the window and looked downstairs.

A few minutes later, it wasn't until the shaved head and bloated Chongtian sat in the black Mercedes-Benz sedan with a crutch that Wang Le retracted his gaze and pulled down the curtains.

At this time, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Wang Le, who hadn't eaten for a day, waited until Chong Tianba left, only to realize that his stomach was already rumbling and protesting hunger.

Opening the refrigerator, which was full of fresh ingredients, Wang Le picked a few casually and entered the kitchen.

It took half an hour for Wang Le to make a scrambled egg with tomatoes, sweet and sour crucian carp and kelp shredded pork soup for dinner.

After a lot of turmoil, Wang Le finally filled his stomach with eight points full...

After a while, Wang Le cleaned up the kitchen, took a cold shower, turned off all the lights in the apartment, and then sat back on the sofa in the living room.

In the dark, Wang Le, who was sitting on the sofa, silently lit a cigarette, and the flickering fireworks illuminated his uncertain face, sometimes gentle and contemplative, sometimes full of hideous and vicious anger!

After retiring from the army, Wang Le, who has always been smooth sailing and energetic, encountered unprecedented challenges this time, and he didn't know how many congenital masters of the Hong family came to Hong Kong Island.

And before this, Wang Le really didn't expect the Hong family to be so powerful, he couldn't imagine how this family could cultivate so many innate masters.

Doesn't it mean that in the world, the rarity of innate masters is the same as that of the national treasure panda?

Could it be that the moon in the United States is really rounder than that in China?

Could it be that the air in the United States is really more nourishing than that in China?

So many innate masters popped out of the cracks in the stone all at once, what the hell is wrong with this world!?

Wang Le, who was in deep thought, did not hide the ups and downs of his heart in the darkness on his face.

When he thought of so many innate masters of the Hong family, his scalp was numb and tight.

The point is that this is not tight, and it is not the most fatal!

Innate master, Wang Le believes that he can be wiped out with a serious injury if he spends a lot of effort, anyway, it is not the first time he has been injured, and the innate power in his body gives him full confidence that he can recover.

But what's worse is that the head of the Hong family, Hong Burang, can't figure out how strong his strength is!

As for the idea that Hong Burang doesn't know kung fu, Wang Le is not naïve enough to this extent, and he knows with his knees that if his personal force is not strong enough, can he sit in the position of the head of the Hong family? !

Wang Le even thinks that Hong Burang is not only a kung fu master, but also the martial arts realm must surpass the innate level, as for the martial arts yellow level or the Xuan level, or even the ground level, it is impossible to determine.

And this is exactly what makes Wang Le very jealous!

Vaguely, Wang Le felt that Hong did not let him come to Hong Kong Island this time, which was the killer weapon of the Hong family to deal with him!

You know, Wang Le is the murderer who killed Hong Burang's son!

The revenge of killing a son, how can you not take revenge?!

Without thinking about it, Wang Le knew that Hong Burang would definitely kill himself and avenge the dead son Tom!

"It's so fucking frustrating, for the first time, I regret killing that damn Tom. ”

In the dark, Wang Le pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray and sighed secretly.

This reminded Wang Le of what the old guy said about "Journey to the West".

That is, what kind of white bone spirit and fox spirit did Sun Monkey kill, why did the Green Bull Demon, the Golden Horn King and the Silver Horn King not kill the killer with a golden hoop stick?

That's because the backstage of the young demon, the Golden Horn King and the Silver Horn King is Taishang Laojun!

"If you kill people in the future, the master really has to put his tricks on the spot, and he can't kill indiscriminately!"

Wang Le, who lit the second cigarette and smoked it, muttered to himself with a slight frown.

As for whether it will really shine the trick?

God knows if it will!

Beijing, Xiao Yuanfang's residence.

"Xiyan, you can stay here in peace, don't go back to Lian Yayuan first. ”

Xiao Yuanfang, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, smiled and said to Mu Xiyan, who was sitting across the table.

As soon as the words fell, Ning Bizhi, who was sitting next to Mu Xiyan, held the other party's hand and said, "It's boring for me to stay at home alone every day, so you should accompany me." ”

I saw Mu Xiyan look back and forth at the second elder with a worried face, and then said, "Grandpa refuses to listen to my explanation, his misunderstanding of Wang Le is too deep." ”

Xiao Yuanfang looked at Mu Xiyan meaningfully and said, "Don't worry, the old leader is not confused, he will figure it out in two days." ”

"Let's hope so!"

Mu Xiyan's eyes were red, and she lowered her head and muttered to herself...

PS> three chapters were made up yesterday.