Crowe was shocked by Meng Haoyan's swordsmanship and broke out in a cold sweat, he flew back and retreated, and retreated more than ten steps in a row.

Crowe touched his neck, and he was afraid for a while, if he had been half a second slower just now, he would have returned to the West.

Meng Haoyan looked at Crowe expressionlessly, and said softly, "Go on." ”

Crow's self-confidence had long been lost by Xiang Feng, and this time he found that he couldn't even beat Meng Haoyan, and he couldn't accept it at all in his heart.

He looked at Meng Haoyan with fierce eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You are also an S-level master! This is your trap?"

Meng Haoyan shook his head and said, "I don't know what an S-level master is, but when I pick up my weapon, I ask myself not to lose to anyone, including S-level masters." ”

Meng Haoyan raised the belt sword in his hand, and the blade continued to tremble, making a buzzing sound.

Crowe now had a retreat in his heart, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay! I'll cut off your neck now!"

After speaking, Crow took out an iron mask and put it on his face, then flew up, and the battle knife instantly slashed at Meng Haoyan.

Meng Haoyan's wrist flicked, and the soft belt sword seemed to be alive, quickly bypassing the battle knife and rolling towards Crow's wrist.

Even Xiang Feng didn't expect that although the momentum of Crow's move was very strong, the real killing machine was not in his sword technique, but in his combat knife.

At the moment when Meng Haoyan's belt sword was about to wrap around Crowe's wrist, the war knife in Crowe's hand suddenly exploded.

Countless blade fragments swept towards all the people around them.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!" In the face of hundreds of blade fragments, Meng Haoyan, who was at the center of the blade vortex, tried his best to block, but even so, he was still hit by more than a dozen broken blades on his arms, waist, and legs.

Xiang Feng, who was not far away, was also attacked by more than a dozen blade fragments, he quickly dodged to the side, and shot out a flying knife with his right hand.

At this time, Crowe had already run to the edge of the dock, he jumped high and jumped towards the sea, and at the moment when he jumped, Xiang Feng's flying knife also arrived.

The throwing knife shot into Crowe's waist impartially, and with a muffled snort, Crowe fell directly into the sea.

Xiang Feng quickly ran to Meng Haoyan's side and asked, "Are you okay?"

Meng Haoyan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Don't worry, it didn't hurt the point." ”

Xiang Feng said in a deep voice: "He is simply not worthy of the title of S-class!"

"Good thing we won. Meng Haoyan had a smile on his face.

If they win, they will be able to bring Fang Wanhe's body back to Huaxia, which is what Meng Haoyan is most concerned about.

Seeing Crowe's defeat, Garol was also frightened enough, and he was just about to flee when a bullet had already reached him, only five or six centimeters away from his right foot.

Garol shuddered and stopped thinking of fleeing.

He really didn't expect that Xiang Feng and Meng Haoyan could even defeat S-level masters.

Garol's cheeks trembled slightly, he looked at Xiang Feng and Meng Haoyan who were walking step by step, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

Even if he is the godfather of the mafia, in the face of these two existences that can defeat S-level masters, he can't help but tremble in his heart.

"Don't worry, as long as Fang Wanhe's body is here, we won't kill you. Xiang Feng's first sentence undoubtedly reassured Garol.

Garol secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and mustered up the courage to say: "Fang, Mr. Fang's body is in the funeral car, and I definitely didn't make trouble at this point." ”

Garol has made two preparations, and his style of acting has always been to take one step at a time and take three steps to prevent problems before they happen.

Even if Crowe was sure of victory, Garol would be prepared for defeat.

That's why he really sent Fang Wanhe's body over.

Now Garol is really glad that he made his decision, at least his life is saved now.

Meng Haoyan pulled out the blade on his body stiffly, and said in a cold voice: "Let me ask you, why didn't the World Hongmen ask about the dispute between you and the Hongmen of Italy! Also, whose hands did my eldest brother die in?"

Garol said in a trembling voice: "Yes, it is a red flag of Hongmen, named Zhou Pengtian." ”

"Sure enough, it's him!" Meng Haoyan gritted his teeth and said, "What about the person who killed my eldest brother?"

Garol smiled bitterly: "That's it, it's Mr. Fang who was killed by Freeman, I just wanted him to be caught alive, but I didn't expect him to make a claim." ”

"Hmph, what order did you order, thinking I didn't know?" Meng Haoyan glanced at Garol coldly.

Although Xiang Feng suggested that Meng Haoyan kill Garol, Meng Haoyan did not agree.

Meng Haoyan is a gangster, he knows very well how serious the disputes in the underworld are, today you kill me, tomorrow I will kill you, killing and killing will never end.

If he kills Garol, then the next mafia godfather will have to kill him to take the throne.

Meng Haoyan really didn't want to touch the troubled waters of the gang anymore, Garol's son died, Fang Wanhe died, and they brought three mafia leaders to accompany the funeral, and this matter is better to end here.

If it continues like this, it will never stop.

The most important thing is that Meng Haoyan doesn't want to involve Xiang Feng, although Xiang Feng doesn't care if he will be affected.

Xiang Feng was able to help him regain Fang Wanhe's body, and Meng Haoyan already felt that he could not repay it for eternity.

Meng Haoyan endured the murderous intent in his heart, and said slowly: "You remember for me, if from now on, let me find out that you are dealing with the Chinese, no matter what the price, I will kill you!"

"Don't worry, I will never target the Chinese again. Garol immediately promised.

At this time, if you can save your life, you can burn high incense.

Meng Haoyan didn't say anything more, he returned to the funeral car covered in blood and carried Fang Wanhe down inside.

Fang Wanhe's appearance was sorted out very peacefully by Jia Luoer, which made Meng Haoyan's mood a little better.

Xiang Feng assisted Meng Haoyan in putting Fang Wanhe's body in the jeep and drove away.

Seeing that the matter had passed, Garol let out a long breath.

What dignity, what face, in Garol's eyes, it is all a passing thing.

Even if this matter spread, Garol would not feel ashamed, after all, this is a person who even an S-class killer has defeated.

Xiang Feng and the four of them quickly transported Fang Wanhe's body to the nearest crematorium, and then took Fang Wanhe's ashes and flew back to Huaxia.

After being away for so long, Xiang Feng even felt like a world away.

This time, Xiang Feng and the others did not return to Guangling City, but went to Fang Wanhe's hometown, a city in western China called Qingtong City.

This city used to be called Bronze City, because it was famous for its abundance of bronze, and later after liberation, the relevant personnel felt that Bronze City was not good, so it was changed to Qingtong City.

Because it is located in the west, Qingtong's copper mines are drying up day by day, so Qingtong's economy is not good, even worse than that of third-tier cities.

Xiang Feng and they changed their planes all the way, changed to passenger cars, and finally arrived at a county seat called Mingguang County in Qingtong City.

When they came to Mingguang County, Song Yushu first went to buy a second-hand van, and then they began to look for Fang Wanhe's hometown.

Fang Wanhe, just like his name, Fang Wanhe's hometown is called Wanhe Village, which is a very remote mountain village, so small that you can't even search for a map on your mobile phone.

Xiang Feng and the others searched for five hours, but they couldn't find this place called Wanhe Village.

"Although the economy of this Mingguang County is very poor, the area is really not small, and I think it is similar to Guangling City. Xiang Feng said softly: "There is no trace of Wanhe Village on the Internet, and we don't know which town Wanhe Village belongs to, which is a bit troublesome." ”

"Yes, I also think it's strange, why don't the people in the Mingguang County Planning Bureau know about this Wanhe Village?" Li Chang also wondered.

It stands to reason that if this Wanhe Village really exists, the Mingguang County Planning Bureau will definitely know about it.

Including the detailed area of Mingguang County, Xiang Feng did not find a name called Wanhe Village.

Meng Haoyan hugged the urn and frowned: "My eldest brother definitely didn't lie to me, he said that his former name was Fang Desheng, and he was smuggled to Italy at the age of eighteen, which is only thirty years, it stands to reason that this Wanhe Village should not have no news at all." ”