As he spoke, Wu Hanjiang coughed a few more times, the pupils in Huang Dafu's eyes shrank, and he looked over nervously and with concern, "What's the matter, is the wound bleeding again?"

Wu Hanjiang scoundrel smiled and said, "It's just that I'm hungry."

Huang Dafu was speechless for a moment, and said angrily: "Now it's the uncle who is injured, you are so capable, I have convinced you."

"When did I Lao Huang serve others, you will be ...... in Wuhanjiang", and reluctantly walked out of the secret room.

I want to go back to the basement kitchen from yesterday.

Every corner is now guarded by the prison dragon, a hundred times stricter than when he came, it seems that the hole stabbed by the Wuhan River has spread to any part of the gang, and he has to be careful with every step.

At this moment, the hole in the kitchen has been filled with other guards except for some miscellaneous places, and it seems that the angel has been alerted to the inside, and has been attacked twice in a row, and the top of the gang has begun to investigate early in the morning.

If you stay here and still have a big grin like yesterday, you will definitely be caught, Huang Dafu looked at it with bated breath for a while, and suddenly heard an old and familiar voice.

Huang Dafu didn't think about it, so he hid under a mound of dirt and lowered himself.

"Gang leader, could that assassin in the morning be sent by Longxi?"

Huang Dafu heard it familiarly, he couldn't help but stretch his neck, and secretly looked outside, "Huh?", it's okay not to look at it, Huang Dafu's eyes almost bulged out in surprise at a glance, one of the two people who spoke was the short-bearded old man who had just healed Wuhanjiang, and the other was not an angel.

And what is their relationship?

Huang Dafu was quite uneasy and worried about Wuhanjiang, if the old man in front of him was the one who gave the angel, wouldn't it be all over.

Anxiety is all over my heart, but now I can only listen quietly, and even my breathing has to be carefully controlled at a pace, and it is not very ...... The ears of the angels are very spiritual.

The conversation continues:

"Uncle is worthy of being a hero who has served the Long family for decades", the angel's pair of sword eyebrows were half-frowned in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a fierce ghostly light: "According to the uncle's opinion, what should we do next."

The short-bearded old man sighed deeply: "Don't mention the Long family anymore, all I have in my heart now is hatred."

The corners of Angel's lips hooked a satisfied arc, and it only disappeared for a moment, "Uncle still hates that kid?"

"Don't mention him again, what kind of green onion is he, when I worked hard for the Long family, he didn't know where he was."

The angel said comfortingly: "Although the uncle is so hard, that kid doesn't know what to do at all."

"Yes", the old man sighed and continued to walk forward, "I really regret why I didn't leave sooner, I had to be driven ...... by him."

Angel's laughter wafted in the wind, "That's fine, now that you have officially joined our gang, uncle, you will have a useful place ...... in the future."

"That's natural, in the future, all the things of the gangsters, the old man will do his best."

"Very good, very good", the two walked around the pine tree, "according to the uncle's opinion, can we lock the scope of the search to the internal ...... next".

Hearing this, Huang Dafu could basically judge that this seemingly simple old man with a short beard was the one who gave the angel, and he was planning how to deal with Longxi at the moment.

The voices of the two passed by Huang Dafu, and they were getting farther and farther away.

"I don't think the assassin is inside at all," the old man's voice was still strong.

"Huh?" Huang Dafu, who was about to leave, was very puzzled when he heard this, this old man obviously knew that Wu Hanjiang was an assassin, but now he did not expose it, but helped hide it.

Is he not the giver of angels?

"How so?" the angel's thick eyebrows shrank almost imperceptibly.

The old man pondered for a moment and replied very neatly: "There are a few unique secret weapons in this world that can stop the gangsters, and it is impossible for his little assassin not to know about it, but he is still here, what does this mean? This shows that he was not prepared in advance."

The angel was taken aback, "Uncle means ......."

"If he had infiltrated the gang beforehand, it would have been impossible for him to act rashly without preparation."

Hearing this, Huang Dafu stomped his foot fiercely, and said secretly in his heart: "That's right, it's not afraid of Wuhan Jiangtian, he is stunned with an elm head, if he is replaced by someone else to infiltrate the gang, he must be fully prepared, so that he will not challenge the level of Angel as soon as he comes up."

The Angel suddenly stopped, nodded, and seemed to approve, but there was still an extremely obvious look of doubt on his face, and he exhaled deeply: "That being said, I feel that the assassin is very unusual."

"No", Angel was extremely quick to react, "he can't be considered an assassin at all".

"Not an assassin?"

"He came at me as soon as he made a move."

"The assassin was trying to attack the gang leader," the old man explained.

"No, it's not a sneak attack, it's a challenge, he's challenging me", Angel Ci's tone was still affirmative.

The old man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Helper, don't think so much, now our enemy is Longxi."

"It's not that I think too much", Angel shook his head slowly, "I can't help but find him out first, this person is too terrible".

Looking at the angel's distracted appearance, the old man didn't know what to say, and stood there dryly.

"Do you know the difference between an ordinary assassin and a powerful killer?", and without waiting for anyone to answer, he himself said, "An assassin is like a wasp that pierces people, at most once, and he is like a messenger of hell, never dying."

The old man smiled: "The helper has lifted him up too much, he has been hit by a blood dart, what else can he do."

Angel's face did not relax at all, "You have never seen his knife, I was only five meters away from him at that time, and he was besieged by more than a dozen Dharma protectors, and he tried to fight me, how could an assassin do such a stupid thing?"

Huang Dafu listened to it with horror on the side, is this Wu Hanjiang having brain cramps, he has been besieged and still doesn't run, and it is also a strange flower in the assassin world.

Waiting for the angel to gradually move away, Huang Dafu slipped out from under the mound, and wanted to run back quickly, but he thought that Wu Hanjiang was injured and had to find some nutritious food to make up for him.

Look at the kitchen has become a defensive place, and it is not easy to get into.

What to do?

He scratched at his hair, anxiously thinking about it.

At this time, it was close to noon, and the fragrance of various foods in the kitchen was already wafting out, and he couldn't help but touch his belly, no matter how much he ate yesterday, he was digested all at the moment, if he didn't put something in his stomach, let alone Wuhanjiang, he would pour it first.

Under the torture of appetite, his courage gradually grew, and looking at the plates of food served from the hole in the kitchen, he ate the gall and stopped a plate of spicy duck neck.

(End of chapter)