Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Night Is Dark and the Wind Is High
Zhao Donglai leaned back in his chair and tapped his desk lightly with one hand.
If all the power of the Zhao family is used, even if he Xiao Yang cultivates to a high level, there is only one way to die.
But if it alarms the official people, then the Zhao family is not easy to explain.
In the big family, in front of the official, it is also like an ant.
Seeing that the old man was hesitant, Zhao Tianfu continued: "Dad, leave this matter to me to deal with, I promise not to leave any worries!"
Hearing this, Zhao Donglai stood up and walked slowly to the window: "I don't know anything!"
Zhao Tianfu and Zhao Tianyong looked at each other and smiled.
It's night!
Villa No. 1 in Royal Dragon Bay, balcony on the second floor.
Xiao Yang excitedly pulled out the eighth zirconium crystal from Da Bai's mouth.
He rubbed his big white furry little head, and said with a smile: "Little guy, you rest for a while first, and when my Spirit Gathering Array is arranged, you can enjoy happiness together!"
After speaking, Xiao Yang walked out of the villa with all the zirconium crystals.
The night was dark and the wind was high, a blood moon hung in the air, and the air was a little oppressive.
Xiao Yang glanced at the blood moon in the sky, his face covered with frost.
He had once practiced the Great Deduction Technique, and he could predict some bad things.
This night is destined to be a river of blood.
Xiao Yang clapped his hands, and dozens of figures quickly approached.
Yesterday, these bodyguards were injured a little, and Xiao Yang gave them 50,000 yuan each as compensation.
These bodyguards are grateful, after all, being a bodyguard has to take risks.
Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky.
And now this boss treats them like friends, which also makes their cold hearts a little warmer.
"Boss!" the bodyguards stood straight.
"Something happens tonight, you go back to the villa and hide!" Xiao Yang said indifferently.
The bodyguards were slightly stunned, and the captain Zhou Yuan said in a deep voice: "Boss, our duty is to protect the Yulong Bay Villa!"
Xiao Yang was dumbfounded, "I know your background, there are some things that you can't handle, you are also flesh and blood people, there should be relatives at home, don't take your life in vain!"
A few words silenced the bodyguards.
Xiao Yang continued: "It's better to be alive than anything else, just stay in the villa and take care of my daughter and catkins!"
After speaking, Xiao Yang walked out of the villa compound without looking back.
Outside the villa there are several wooden lounge chairs.
Xiao Yang found a chair and sat down with Erlang's legs crossed.
He was calm on the surface, but he still had some scruples inside.
Tonight's enemy was obviously sent by the Zhao family.
The Zhao family and the Gu family both belong to the first-class families in Haibin City, and in addition to the strength of martial artists, they also have their own thermal weapon power.
Although he is physically strong, he is not the body of a real Immortal Emperor after all.
In the face of some cutting-edge technological weapons, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete.
Burst!
In the midst of contemplation, a dull voice came.
It's a sniper with a muffler.
Xiao Yang's eyes froze, and one got up and left the ground.
A bullet as thick as a thumb bursts.
The sound of the explosion was very quiet.
The wooden lounge chair was flooded in flames.
Xiao Yang turned his head violently, and his eyes locked on a cedar tree not far away.
Behind the cedar tree, a ghostly sound and shadow quickly shifted its position.
Immediately after, nearly 30 people climbed over the wall and entered.
Puff puff!
The street lights around the entire Villa One were extinguished.
Several infrared rays locked on Xiao Yang's heart socket, eyebrows and other fatal parts.
Xiao Yang squinted, and a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
These people are here to kill people.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures had already surrounded Xiao Yang.
They were all dressed in black and masked, with hot weapons in their hands.
The leader looked at Xiao Yang ruthlessly: "You are still the first person to let the Zhao family dispatch the dead, you should feel honored to die in our hands!"
Xiao Yang sneered: "I won't kill you all, I have to leave a living mouth to go back and tell the Zhao family, I don't want the money!"
"Kill!" ordered the first dead soldier in a low voice.
In an instant, the bullet flew sideways, and the air fluctuated under the bullet.
Xiao Yang's spiritual power surged, and his muscles tensed.
The bullets were so dense that there was no way back.
In this case, simply resist the bullet with your flesh.
Next to the window on the second floor, Xiao Xuanxuan buried her head in Liu Wu's arms, her delicate body trembling.
Liu Wu hugged Xiao Xuanxuan, and cold sweat was already breaking out in her palms.
At the door of the first floor, the bodyguards were also extremely worried about Xiao Yang in the night.
Although there are mufflers, after all, they are martial artists, and their hearing is far beyond ordinary people.
The sound of the bullet falling clearly in their ears.
Squeak squeak!
Big white and little white and little black, standing on the roof of the villa, chattering non-stop.
The black muzzle of the gun suddenly emitted a blue light.
The captain of the dead soldier, the coldness in his eyes gradually turned into jealousy.
Finally it turns into fear.
They are warriors trained on the battlefield, and they can use both hot and cold weapons.
On the battlefield, they killed tens of thousands of enemies and grew up stepping on corpses.
I've never felt like this today.
The topmost body armor can't resist these bullets, and he actually blocked it with his body?
You must know that a few years ago, they had smashed a Xuandao realm martial artist.
Xiao Yang's spiritual power was consumed very quickly, and half an hour later, a bullet sank into Xiao Yang's shoulder.
The captain finally breathed a sigh of relief and sneered, "I see how long you can hold on..."
Click!
Suddenly, all the dead men ran out of bullets.
The captain was stunned for a moment, then pulled out a dagger from his boots.
But when he saw it, his body shook, his figure disappeared in the night, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Xiao Yang.
The dagger in his hand was stabbed out at the heart.
Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the strength of the early stage of the Xuan Rank, only by using all his strength could he support the Immortal Emperor's body.
Therefore, he could only stand still and be beaten.
Once distracted, the bullets will sink into the body without reservation.
It's just that these people run out of bullets.
Then, it is time for them to die.
Xiao Yang grabbed the captain's wrist, and with a little force, the sound of bones shattering was particularly harsh in the night.
The captain gritted his teeth, said nothing, and the dagger in his hand fell.
Xiao Yang kicked on the handle of the dagger, and after catching the dagger, he shook his hand.
The captain fell straight to the ground.
Others are a little jealous, but they are dead soldiers, and their purpose is to accomplish all tasks.
They all took out daggers from their boots and threw themselves at Xiao Yang.
Xiao Yang's eyes were like an eagle, and his figure was like a ghost, shuttling among dozens of warriors.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
One after another, the figures fell, the rich smell of blood permeated the night, and the blood moon in the sky looked even more weird.
There was only one last person left, and Xiao Yang's dagger stopped when it was only a centimeter away from his throat.
Xiao Yang sighed, "I originally wanted to leave someone to go back and tell the Zhao family to prepare money, but now there is no need for this!"
Thump!
With that, the last man also fell to the ground.
Xiao Yang's shoulder shook, and the bullet on his shoulder popped out, making a crisp sound when it fell on the stone slab.