With a "squeak", a luxury Bentley sedan stopped in the villa on Tianfu Avenue in Pingjin. Han Shimin got out of the car with a gloomy face.

The old man who called Zizhong hurriedly greeted him, in fact, he had been at the door early since six o'clock in the morning.

shouted "young master" to Han Shimin, Han Shimin snorted coldly, didn't pay attention to it, and walked towards the villa angrily.

Han Shimin's mood now is depressed and abnormal. Just after participating in the wind torture platform, I didn't see the imaginary scene of the enemy being beaten to death by Shi Mengchen, on the contrary, Shi Mengchen lost, which made Han Shimin feel as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

Watching Han Shimin leave, Zizhong's heart was a little stunned, and there was a door knock behind him again, Zizhong turned around to look, and Han Qiaosong also got out of the car, but there was no trace of joy on his face.

After seeing Zizhong, Han Qiaosong said lightly: "Go up and talk about it." ”

When he arrived at his study, Han Qiaosong sat directly on the chair, leaned on the back of the chair, and sighed deeply.

Zizhong stood not far away, still so straight, still with the same perennial face, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was asleep.

Han Qiaosong didn't speak immediately, he first lit a cigar, took a deep breath, and then said, "Shi Mengchen lost." ”

Hearing this, Zizhong's face like dead tree bark finally fluctuated slightly, in fact, this result had already been interpreted from Han Shimin's angry expression after he came back. However, such an ending was still beyond his previous expectations, and he knew Shi Mengchen's strength. Even among the masters, he thinks that he is first-class, and that Wu Feng himself is injured, how did he win. Zizhong already regretted not going to see that game in person.

"How did Shi Mengchen lose?" Zizhong asked lightly.

Seeing that Zizhong didn't show too much surprise because of such a result, Han Qiaosong secretly praised it, he still knew this old friend very well, and his joy and anger were invisible, as if nothing could make waves in his heart.

However, Zizhong's words made Han Qiaosong silent, and he took a deep breath of the cigar in his hand again, with a look of memory on his face. He was recalling the wind execution table match between Wu Feng and Shi Mengchen last night. He still doesn't believe it. The situation that was supposed to win was lost after the most lucrative.

In fact, from the beginning, he thought that his side would win, and even Zizhong said this. So he's confident. But the ending was so unexpected. Wu Feng, who was still fighting a moment ago, had no strength to fight back. The next moment. was actually knocked away by a punch, and the entire right hand was destroyed. Thinking of Wu Feng's speed and strength when he fought against Mengchen, Han Qiaosong really felt incredible. That kind of speed is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.

"When I was competing for strength, I was punched away by Xia Zisheng's bodyguard. ”

"What, a punch flew away?" Han Qiaosong's words made Zizhong's bark-like face finally change, and his whole face showed a look of shock, such an expression probably hasn't appeared on Zizhong's face in recent years.

There is a reason why Zizhong is so shocked, if it is said that Shi Mengchen lost because of other reasons, although he felt surprised, he was definitely not shocked, but he actually lost in the competition of strength, which had to shock him. He knew very well how powerful the explosive power of Shi Mengchen's seemingly thin body was, it was difficult to repel him, let alone knock him away.

It seems that knowing Lu Dao Zizhong's thoughts, Han Qiaosong said: "I know that you don't believe it, but if you don't see it with your own eyes, I don't believe it myself, hey, it seems that we underestimated Xia Zisheng's bodyguard from the beginning." However, this time let him escape, it is impossible to forget it like this, it seems that Jia Min's intelligence team needs to play. ”

Zizhong didn't listen to Han Qiaosong's words, because he was still unrelieved by Han Qiaosong's previous words, and a strange picture involuntarily appeared in his mind: On the wind torture platform, two young people of similar stature punched each other, and at the moment of confrontation, Shi Mengchen's body was knocked out of the air.

Thinking of this, Zizhong only felt a cold sweat on his back, and he was able to beat Shi Mengchen to the force, what a terrifying brute force, that guy is still human.

"Did Miss Jia Min go to that game?" Zizhong suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question.

Han Qiaosong also noticed that this question was a little strange, but he still nodded and said, "She also went, but after Shi Mengchen lost, she came back directly." ”

Hearing this, Zizhong fell into deep thought.

……

In St. Michael's Cathedral, an old beggar dressed in tatters sits on a chair in the confessional, with the same shocked look on his face. Because just now, the priest behind the partition told him the shocking and unexpected news that Seven had lost yesterday's game.

"Do you mean Seven is dead?" asked the old beggar.

"It's not that you're dead, it's that you're losing. Behind the partition, the priest's voice said faintly.

"Does it make a difference?"

"Of course there is, No. 7 lost, but Wu Feng didn't kill him. ”

"Why didn't he kill him?"

"What does the ghost know what the Dao is for?" said the priest angrily, muttered for a moment, and continued: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that No. 7 would have lost, and he would have lost so cleanly and neatly. ”

The old beggar knew that Father Lu Dao would not joke about this, but he still couldn't help asking, "The night before yesterday, I obviously drugged him, how can he still have the strength to defeat Seven?"

The priest snorted coldly and said, "Not only does he have strength, but he also has a lot of strength, and with just one punch, he knocked No. 7 away." When he said this, there was an inexplicable flavor in the priest's tone.

The old beggar's face showed shock again, and he punched No. 7 away, what kind of strength was that.

The confessional room became silent for a while, and after a long time, the priest said: "Hey, the seventh is over, and our plan is also over, it seems that God is destined not to let us develop in Pingjin." We need to reformulate our plans, so let's leave it at that. ”

"How can it be so easy to forget it? A trace of ruthlessness flashed on the old beggar's face: "Since that kid Wu Feng dares to sabotage our plan, we can't just spare him so easily, I think I will meet him." ”

"Don't. The priest behind the partition hurriedly stopped, his tone indescribably nervous. "The seventh has already lost, and you will die in vain if you go. ”

"Not necessarily, don't forget that I had already played him the day before yesterday and I won that time. ”

"You were lucky that time, and if you want to deal with him again, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky. ”

A flash of anger flashed in the beggar's heart, he had never heard the priest degrade his own people and praise others in such a way. Snorted coldly, he said, "I'll kill him, let me go." ”

"No, it's not good, you dare to act without permission, don't blame me for not being emotional. This time, the priest's voice was no longer flat, but unspeakably harsh.

However, such a stern tone made the poisonous beggar even more angry, and sneered: "Why stop me, are you afraid of that kid?"

As soon as the beggar finished speaking, the priest behind the partition suddenly fell silent, and only after a long time did he say, "You are right, I am afraid of him." ”

"What did you say?" The poison beggar's voice was full of shock, the priest of the famous Night Stalker organization, known as the spokesman of the Grim Reaper, would one day actually say that he was afraid of a person, this is simply the most incredible thing, even more incredible than just hearing that Seven was defeated, and the poison beggar even thought that he had heard it wrong.

"I'm afraid of that kid named Wu Feng, I'd rather be an enemy of the entire White Tiger Gang than an enemy of that kid, because that kid is not an ordinary person, or rather, he is not a human at all, and that is not what we can provoke now. There are some things you don't understand, you just have to follow orders, understand?"

The beggar did not speak, for he was still distracted by the priest's words.

"I ask you if you understand?" the priest repeated, this time in a rather stern tone.

This time, the poisonous beggar came back to his senses, did not dare to have any objections, and nodded: "I understand." (To be continued......)

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