"Let's do it."

"Let's see."

The four of them each found cover. Observe these 100-man troops.

Really. They stopped not far from the cave. Look over there. The man at the head was still pointing towards the cave.

"Left sword. Try to contact Yao Fei."

"Got it." Left Jianyiwen. Bring a headset. Took out the tablet from the backpack on his back. A few taps on it.

However, the screen flashed a few zebra crossings with ripples. And then it was gone.

"Damn."

"Nope."

"Yes. The signal is blocked. Or maybe it's been vandalized."

"That means there's trouble."

Zuo Jian didn't answer. But the results are obvious.

"Qin Chuan. Let's rush out. Yao Fei is now in danger. We can't sit still."

The latter looked into the distance with solemn eyes. Silent for a long time.

Yao Fei is indeed not having a good time now. Although the fight training has been practiced since childhood. The cotton fists of these kidney-deficient men did not cause any substantial damage to their organs.

But after all, that's a beating. Not a massage. So there is still soreness in the body. And over time. The pain is more intense.

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"Yo. Eldest brother. This kid can still make a sound."

"I know. Mr. Henry will be here in a moment."

"Haha. Mr. Henry is coming. That's great. It's good to have this kid this time."

"Mr. Henry." Yao Fei's brain was spinning rapidly. Search for the name Henry among people you know. Unsuccessful.

But the good thing is. Probably due to Henry's imminent arrival. The two kidney-deficient men who tortured themselves didn't torture themselves again. The footsteps are getting farther and farther away. Out of the house." Whew is finally gone."

It's finally time to wait for this moment.

After listening intently for a few more minutes. After making sure that there was no one in the house. Yao Fei's wrist is spinnated. I got to the lock

"You're really not going to say it," the beard had been worn down by the holy woman in front of him, and he had almost lost patience.

"Hmph."

"Good. Good. Okay." The beard yelled three hellos. I don't know if it's joy or anger.

"Do you think I really can't clean you up? Bring me the Holy Grail."

The saint seems to have an angry, angry expression only when she hears the word "Holy Grail": "Don't touch this. Otherwise, otherwise."

"How about it else?" The beard saw the angry expression on the saint's face. Seems to be very enjoyable.

"Otherwise, I won't let you go."

"Okay. I'm just waiting for you to come to me for revenge when you become a ghost."

Talking nonsense, he picked up the chalice in his hand. The Holy Grail is about two feet long. Redness all over the body. A lotus throne was carved on it. The eyes are empty and sacred.

"Holy Grail. Holy Grail." The Holy Maiden sees the Holy Grail. I can't hold back the excitement in my heart anymore. Lost your voice and yelled.

"Haha. I'm asking you one last time. Do you say yes or no?"

"Hmph."

"Okay." The beard was really angry this time. There was no smile on his face: "Take the soul fire."

As soon as I heard the word soul fire. The saint's face was long gone.

Others don't know. As the holy daughter of the tribe, she would not be unaware. The Holy Grail was forged from a special material that her ancestors had obtained by chance. Knives and axes chop without leaving a trace. Only an extremely precious flame can melt it. And this flame is soul fire.

"If you dare to destroy the Holy Grail. I won't let you go. Equally. Our Black Satsuma tribe won't let you go."

"Smack." A crisp sound sounded in the cave. The bearded man's face was full of rage. Eyebrows are about to twist into a ball: "Don't threaten me. I'm not going to eat this now." Talking. Then put the chalice into the soul fire.

"Nope."

The saint closed her eyes. Finished. It's all over.

"Newspaper. Newspaper." Just when the Holy Grail was about to get out of his hands. The beard stopped.

"Panic, the sky is falling."

"Boss, boss, it's not bad."

"Speak slowly. What the hell is going on?"

"There are a lot of masters out there. The brothers are going to run out of it."

"Yes. What does it look like."

"They were dressed differently. The skin color is also different. Asians, Africans, Europeans."

"Oh." The bearded man turned to look at the saint. The expression was a little solemn: "Could it be."

"Haha. Haha." The saint suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You're almost finished. I'm happy. Happy."

"Oh. Yes." The beard's eyes revealed a playful meaning: "I don't think so."

"Take her with you. Let's go out and have a look."

"Yes."

"That's right. Take the kid I caught, too. What if they came to save him? Fast action. I'll be waiting for you outside."

As soon as you get out of the mountain gate. You know it with a beard. This is to save the Holy Maiden.

Although it is true that it is as the men say. The people outside are of different shapes. Races are not the same. But the beard was still obvious at a glance: they belonged to the Black Satsuma tribe."

Really. One out. And they cried out with a loud voice:

"Let go of the Holy Maiden. Spare you from dying."

"You've eaten the gall of the ambitious leopard. Grab the Holy Grail. Kidnapping of the Holy Maiden."

"Give the Holy Grail back. Let the holy woman go. I'll leave you all dead."

A crowd of people shouted and screamed. The sound shook the sky.

"Haha." The beard didn't pay any attention to their shouts: "A bunch of crumbs. It's very noisy. I sue you. The holy women of your tribe are in my hands. You have always worshipped as a sacred object. The Holy Grail, which is a spiritual pillar, is also in my hands. So don't try to provoke me. I'm dead. It's not a pity to die. But you don't want the Holy Maiden and the Holy Grail to slip up in the slightest."

The beard said so. The people below were silent. That's right. The Holy Maiden and the Holy Grail are the main tasks of their visit. And the life or death of the beard has nothing to do with them. So they didn't dare to provoke this big man with a full beard.

"Good. I think we can sit down and have a good talk now. Keelung. How. Not showing up yet."

The bearded voice just fell. Just a little guy walked out of the crowd. Not very old. Fair skin. The eyes are very smart. Although the dress is average. But with an indescribable shrewdness.

"I didn't expect that the dignified mercenary brother would actually start this kind of business of killing people and stealing chickens and dogs."

"Keelung. You can't say that. You also know. We mercenaries have always been about money. Employers just give us money. My brothers and I don't care about what to do."

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