Mingyuan Gang, meeting hall.

"Old gang leader, don't!" A group of people looked at the flying knife thrown by Old Man Song, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Hong San, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"It seems that over the years, Mingjie has really indulged you too much, and he only has his own brother in his eyes, and there is no Mingyuan to help him, right? In this case, what's the use of keeping you!" Old Man Song looked at Hong San expressionlessly.

"Hmph, you old guy, you are so majestic!" A black figure with a mask suddenly appeared beside Hong San, two fingers, gently pinching the flying knife that should have been pierced on Hong San's body, and said playfully.

"Night Man!" The bigwigs on the field suddenly became a mess.

Old Man Song's eyes tightened, his hands clutched the armrests of the chair, and his green tendons protruded, obviously angry to the extreme.

"Night Man, very good!" Old Man Song yelled: "Give me calm, since Night Man has thrown himself into the net today, then we Mingyuan will help us do our best to be a landlord and bring our best guys to entertain him!"

Song Mingjie, who had been silent on the sidelines, suddenly showed a shocked look in his eyes when he heard the old man say this.

"Dad, are you going to ......" He looked at his father with a shocked face, and then looked at the group of brothers around him who had been with him for more than ten years.

"Dad, calm down, here are all our brothers from the Mingyuan Gang......" Song Mingjie's eyes were full of terrifying expressions, he knelt on his knees, and said to Old Man Song.

"You spineless thing, look at it, because of your incompetence, today the Mingyuan Gang has become a clown trampled on by everyone, can you bear it? I can't bear it!"

Hong San looked blankly at Zhang Yunxian, who had just blocked the flying knife for him, and had mixed feelings in his heart for a while, he didn't know what to say, before his subordinates told him that they were more than 100 people, and they couldn't climb up by the night man alone, and he still felt exaggerated, and when he saw it today, he knew that the night man was really different from ordinary people, and it was really a desperate thing to think about it when he was an enemy of such a person.

"Let's shoot together, I don't believe that Night Man is steel!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"Boom!" came the jagged sound of a bullet being loaded.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

In the entire conference hall, there was a sudden smoke of gunpowder.

Moments later, the room was filled with screams of mutual curses.

"Damn, who hit me in the leg?

"Ouch, my waist, do you have long eyes, even beating your own people?"

“……”

The smoke cleared, and the hall masters of the Mingyuan Gang lay on the ground, almost everyone had colors hanging on their bodies, and two unlucky eggs were hit in the head, and they died directly.

Zhang Yun stood quietly in place, seemingly never moving.

Hong San looked at all this dumbfounded, only he could feel it standing next to Zhang Yunxian, of course Zhang Yunxian couldn't have moved, but he moved too fast, shuttling through the crowd in the hall, and others couldn't see the figure clearly.

"You...... How did you do that?" asked Hong San distractedly.

Zhang Yunxian didn't answer him, just quietly looked at the old man Song who was sitting at the top.

Song Mingjie knelt on the ground and muttered in his mouth: "Dad, you can't, Lihui is already dead, it's not worth it to put Mingyuan into it for him!"

Seeing that the old man was unmoved, he turned to Zhang Yunxian and said: "Yexia, my son killed your friend, and you have already killed him, it can be regarded as a retribution, we asked Wu Daoren to deal with you, we are at a loss, and it is natural for you to come to collect debts." You say a condition, as long as I can meet it in the Mingyuan Gang, I will never say a word. Lift up your noble hand and spare us!"

Old Man Song blew his beard angrily, "Enough! You greedy for life and afraid of death, do you still have a trace of the backbone that an underworld hero should have?"

Song Mingjie slammed in front of the old man, couldn't stand it for a long time, fell to the ground and said: "Dad, the Mingyuan Gang can't be so broken, you want a grandson, I can give you another one, no, two or three are fine, don't be impulsive!"

"Bastard, how could I hand over the Mingyuan Gang to you in the first place, I'm really blind, get out of the way!" Old Man Song kicked Song Mingjie out of a meter away, and scolded angrily.

"Night Man, I know that you have special abilities, and ordinary people can't do anything to you at all, but I gave up my old bones today, and I want to take you away with me......!"

Song Mingjie saw that he couldn't persuade the old man, and said to Hong San anxiously: "Third son, you take this Mr. Night Man to leave quickly, under the base of the Mingyuan Gang, when it was first built, hundreds of tons of * were arranged, and the starter was in my father's hand, he was already determined to destroy the Mingyuan Gang, you should leave quickly!"

"Haha, where are you going?" Old Man Song seemed to be a few years younger suddenly, his face was ruddy, and his face was full of red light.

I saw him stomp his feet hard under the helper's seat, and a hole slowly appeared in the floor.

"Night Man, no matter how powerful you are, if you fall into my hands, your fate should be like this!" said Old Man Song, pressing a red button in the hole.

There was a sudden "bang" sound from the doors and windows around them, and they closed automatically.

"This council room, I bothered to find someone to build it with fine iron, back then, there was a young man with the same ability as you, who was locked up in it, and it took a month to boil him to death, with your current ability, it's hard to get out!"

Zhang Yun was startled, and smashed down with a fist to the ground, and the ground was concave in the shape of a fist, and that's it.

"I'm really jealous of you abilities, you are born to be more capable than ordinary people, but ah, you also have weaknesses, and you will die, after all, you are not immortals, right?"

Old Man Song saw that Zhang Yunxian didn't believe it, and kept probing with his fists on the walls around him, and said with a smile.

A group of injured gang bosses on the floor of the room no longer cared about Old Man Song's methods, one by one they either scolded or cried and begged for mercy, and for a while the room was noisy and chaotic.

"You guys, don't feel unjust, who doesn't have a few lives in their hands? After eating the food of the Mingyuan Gang, you have to think about making some contributions to the Mingyuan Gang! Your death today is all valuable!"

Zhang Yunxian walked up to Old Man Song and asked, "Do you really want to use the entire Mingyuan Gang to accompany me to the funeral?"

Old Man Song laughed, "What, are you scared? It's a pity, it's too late! As long as I press the *, everyone will die, and no matter how capable you are, it's the same!"

"I finally know that Song Lihui threatened me before he died, he learned this routine from you, grandson has no brains, and so does grandpa!"

The corner of Zhang Yunxian's mouth hooked up a strange smile, approached Old Man Song's ear, and said softly: "Next time you learn to be smarter, if you want to detonate, press it early, don't talk too much nonsense, it's easy to lose the opportunity!"

Old Man Song only heard a crisp sound of "click", and found that his two arms had been dragged off by Zhang Yun.

"Ahh

Zhang Yunxian no longer showed mercy as soon as he made a move, threw away the two broken arms in his hand, and kicked the old man Song in the heart.

The old man who had lost his arms couldn't dodge at all, and as soon as Zhang Yunxian stepped down, he completely lost his breath.

"Alright, now, let's sit down and settle the score!"

Zhang Yunxian looked at Song Mingjie and the disabled Mingyuan gang bosses, and said lightly.