457 two masters

Wang Baiqiang was speechless this time.

More than 30 people died in the city hospital, more than 100 were injured, and the hospital was blown up with holes everywhere!

This kind of case can't be covered up even if you want to! The matter is too big!

There are too many dead and wounded, and local officials will all be affected!

A shocking case swept through City A.

"The top 100 are too exaggerated this time. ”

Sun Jialiang sat on the sofa in the villa, dressed in a Mao suit, with a pipe in his mouth and a copy of today's newspaper in his hand.

Sun Jialiang was also born in the market in his early years, but now it is different. After he had money and power, he slowly washed his identity. Now he is a major shareholder of a listed company, and several of his shareholders are important government officials.

As long as he can get these shareholders to get money, then he can get a good career. Now Sun Jialiang is a well-known taxpayer in City A, an advanced entrepreneur, and a deputy to the regional people's congress.

Soon, he will be able to become a politician, all he needs is time, and there is still a chance.

When I came back here, I wanted to explain everything about the Yellow Clothes Group to Wang Baiqiang. Because from tomorrow, Sun Jialiang will completely cut ties with the Yellow Clothes Group. But he can't do without the Yellow Clothes Regiment, which is a very convenient means for him after all.

He only needs to control his nephew, so that his identity is clean and he can have his own influence in the underworld.

Yellow coat group, this is the key!

But I didn't expect that as soon as I came back, it seemed that everything was different.

The yellow-clothed regiment is out of control.

No, it's not just out of control! The Yellow Coat Regiment has been completely abolished!

Even Baiqiang was put in prison, no matter how capable he was, he couldn't help him. He's going to have to get out of prison this time!

"Who did that?"

Sun Jialiang asked while reading the newspaper.

"I don't know ......"

The little brother with the broken leg was in a wheelchair, his face was full of horror, "Those four people...... They, they're amazing...... We have more than 200 good yellow-clothed knife and axe hands...... Not at all the match for the four of them......"

"These four people have a degree of advance and retreat, quite a rule, and they should come prepared. ”

Sun Jialiang looked at the big case reported in the newspaper, and said slowly, "As long as we find out who wants to deal with us and eliminate the law, we will naturally be able to see the true colors of these four people." ”

Mr. Sun...... There are too many people who want to deal with us......"

The younger brother hurriedly said, "Don't say anything else, now even the Red Dragon Society and the Vanguard Army can't get along with us." ”

"These two gangs...... Sooner or later, everyone will tear up. ”

Sun Jialiang is indeed a person who does big things, and his mind is very clear, "But they won't do this, in this way, everyone in City A will be in danger, and the public security will also increase the power of punishment, which will not benefit anyone." And even the top 100 are implicated, which goes against the purpose of the three. Although Liu Yatou and Yang Ruining are more ambitious, they dare not do it. ”

"Then I really don't know who it is......"

"Recently, have there been any enemies in the Yellow Clothes Regiment?"

Sun Jialiang asked.

"No one......"

The younger brother can't figure out who they provoked, the yellow-clothed group will have conflicts with other forces in many places.

"Lately, the closer the better. ”

Sun Jialiang's voice carried a gentle power, "Who has the Yellow Cloak Group had a conflict with?"

"There have been some conflicts with a celebrity of Miss Liu Xinnan. ”

The little brother said honestly, "Although the other party is just a high school student, he seems to be quite capable of fighting, and Miss Liu admires him very much." ”

"High school students?"

Sun Jialiang tapped his pipe lightly, "For this high school student, what is the conflict between the Yellow Coat Group and him?"

"Let's ...... in yellow"

"It's you yellow-clad group. ”

Sun Jialiang reminded, "Don't make a mistake next time." ”

"Yes, Mr. Sun......"

The younger brother hurriedly changed his words, "The scalpers of our yellow-clothed regiment who were in the city hospital at the time were beaten by him. There is also the market in the old town, which was also robbed by him...... But apart from us, Mr. Sam in the United States is also interested in him, and we have asked us to have some information about him......"

"I see. ”

Sun Jialiang nodded, "Find a time, I'm going to talk to this high school student." ”

"Huh?"

The younger brother was a little surprised, what kind of character is Mr. Sun, who deigned to talk to a high school student?

"Go ahead and arrange this for me. ”

"Know, know ......"

The younger brother nodded, and had to do it for Mr. Sun.

At the same time, Murong Ying also followed the ancient road of Luoma and finally came to this Wudang Mountain.

It's not over fifteen yet, and it's still the time of the New Year. Even on the Wudang Mountain in this Qing Dynasty, it is full of red lights, which is quite festive.

There is still light snow on Wudang Mountain, and the white snow and red lights reflect each other, adding a sense of mystery.

Murong Ying followed the path of the back mountain, followed the Wudang disciple, and went all the way to the main hall of the Wudang Mountain Sect.

The largest one in Wudang Mountain is the Zhenwu Palace, and the pilgrims are prosperous. And Murong Ying naturally did not go to the True Martial Palace, but followed the young Wudang disciple to the front of a small courtyard.

There was a huge stone chessboard in the courtyard, and two people were sitting facing each other, seemingly playing a game.

Red Fang is an old Taoist in a pale white robe, and his immortal wind bones are like immortals descending to the earth. The old man sat there, holding the dust in one hand and pointing to the chessboard with the other, as if he was thinking about what to do next.

Black, on the other hand, is an old monk with a bald head and white eyebrows. This old monk has a pair of longevity eyebrows, hanging from the corners of his eyes to his shoulders, which can be described as enviable.

The two of them sat on both sides of the chessboard, just with a wave of their palms, they all used their internal strength to urge the chess pieces to play chess.

That stone chess piece was the size of a millstone. But in the hands of the two masters, they flew in the air and moved freely.

The two of you come and go, fighting invisibly.

They are not only fighting for chess skills, but also for their own internal strength.

When Xiaoxue met the two of them, she fell to the side and never touched herself.

The young disciple took Murong Ying and was about to go over to report, but was stopped by Murong Ying.

Two masters play chess, how can she bother.

This old Taoist is the head of Wudang Mountain, the head of the inorganic Taoist. And the one opposite him is the abbot of Shaolin, Master Yuxu.

Both of them are Venerable in the martial arts, and their kung fu is also at the pinnacle of their accomplishments. However, five years ago, both of them were defeated by Murong Ying's sword. But the two of them didn't feel anything wrong, but treated Murong Ying as a year-old.

"Will!"

Master Yuxu suddenly fell and blocked all the retreats of the inorganic son.

"In this game, it was the old man who won!"

Master Yuxu seemed to be a little proud.