In Luzhou, He Zhi drove out of the company, and on the co-driver was his own martial arts master bodyguard.

"Uncle He, I've been in a good mood lately." The person in the passenger seat chatted with him on the road, "The company has been doing well recently." ”

"That's right." A smile appeared on He Zhi's face.

When the passenger in the passenger seat saw this smile, they thought that he was happy for the improvement of the company's situation, but they didn't know that there was a trace of his happiness for the help his son brought to him.

He Zhi turned a corner and asked, "You follow me like this, is there any timetable for the withdrawal plan?" You can't be like this for the rest of your life, right? ”

"I still want to say, maybe by the end of the year."

"Hey, to my surprise, I thought it would be another month at most." He Zhi was a little surprised, and just wanted to ask something more, when he suddenly saw the car behind him from the rearview mirror.

"Is this car following us again?" He sped up a little bit to get out of the car.

"Huh?" The "bodyguard" of the co-driver quickly became vigilant, looked through the rearview mirror, and found that the car He Zhi said had been submerged in the traffic, but then another car got behind it.

"It seems to be following the car back and forth, Uncle He, drive to the Xingyi Martial Arts Hall." The co-pilot's person was not very relieved, and asked He Zhi to drive in the direction of the martial arts hall.

"As for it?"

"As for!"

He Zhi was helpless, turned on the right turn signal, and changed lanes from the solid line to the right.

A Volkswagen Lavida followed behind was accidentally blocked by the traffic behind that quickly plugged in the position.

"Run the red light, follow along." A middle-aged man in the passenger seat of Lavida instructed.

The driver turned his turn signal and struggled to navigate through the traffic, and was photographed three times in a row by the roadside violation camera.

"Captain, will you repay the two hundred yuan you were fined for running a red light?"

The person in the second seat glanced at him, too lazy to bother.

"Two hundred yuan, enough for me to run for a long time!"

"Concentrate on the car! Did you notice that we were staring at him? ”

"It's possible, otherwise why would you suddenly turn right when the yellow light is counting seconds."

Volkswagen Lavida sped up to overtake He Zhi's car that was following in front, and then made a turn and walked from the left, but continued to change cars behind to follow.

He Zhi has been looking in the rearview mirror, which will fill his mind with spy war dramas and urban criminal investigation dramas that he has watched on TV.

"It's okay, it's safe when you get to the martial arts hall."

He Zhi listened to what the person next to him said and nodded.

The deputy seat observed for a while and said, "It seems that no one is following, and this posture looks like a policeman." ”

"Police? Didn't they check it earlier, so what are they doing here? I guess my phone is under their watch. He Zhi said.

"I don't know, Uncle He hasn't done anything in the company recently, right?"

"Nope."

"I don't know what went wrong."

Hearing this, there was a sudden silence in the car, if everything else was innocent but the police suddenly took action, it must be because He Bangwei had an unusual response.

Both of them realized this in their hearts, but neither said it.

……

Just as the waves were rising outside, He Bangwei was standing in the courtyard to compete with someone - the opponent was Grandmaster Pang Yu, who had an argument outside the venue that day.

"Grandmaster He, I didn't use my best kung fu that day." Pang Yu stood calmly opposite He Bangwei and said.

"Huh?" He Bangwei cooperated with a questioning expression.

Now that he has chosen the grandmaster front, Pang Yu has suppressed his previous emotions in the past two days, and today's competition can be regarded as the final conclusion he made for the previous matter.

"I didn't expect your kung fu to be so high that day." Pang Yu said seriously, "Jiang Ge once had a friendship with my disciple, and he came to join me with his family and offered millions of assets, which is really full of sincerity. So I agreed to him. The Grandmaster began to tell the origin of his association with the Vladivostok Gange.

He Bangwei blinked, so he made the person opposite lose millions.

Pang Yu didn't say anything about this, although the millions of assets flying away from his mouth made him feel a little distressed, but what he valued most was the unified attitude of the same grandmaster.

Money is temporary, and even if it is not available, it can be obtained from other sources; Grandmasters are rare to find, let alone vengeful grandmasters.

Not to mention anything else, if the Grandmaster who is the opponent specializes in sneaking up on the disciples under his disciples, how can he break it?

"The biggest difference between our Russian national art circle and China is that we are united enough." Pang Yu still spoke in a light tone when he said this, he was now in a state of competition.

He Bangwei just listened and didn't answer, but Zhou Tianyi on the side felt very touched -- he grew up in Russia, and he grew up in a yellow-skinned society where he was a minority.

If the Chinese want to have a voice, they must be united.

Seeing that Pang Yu was going to say more, He Bangwei finally couldn't help it, he thought for a second, and used a sentence that was not easy to find impatient, "What kung fu are you best at?" ”

Pang Yu didn't answer him, and shouted to the disciple next to him, "Take my sword." ”

Sword? He Bangwei smiled.

Pang Yu saw a strange smile on the new grandmaster's face, and couldn't help asking, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"You're the best at using a sword?" He Bangwei's tone was a little erratic.

"Yes." Pang Yu's answer was very categorical.

"Hmm......" He Bangwei thought for a while and asked, "Who is better than you and Li Kexiu?" ”

Pang Yu was stunned, he naturally knew about Kunlun Divine Sword Li Kexiu.

After a pause, Pang Yu replied a little reluctantly: "I have fought with him, so let's take advantage of each other." ”

"That's fine." He Bangwei said.

What's okay? Sounds so loud?

Pang Yu had a trace of anger in his heart, since he saw this He Bangwei, it seemed that he hadn't taken himself very seriously.

Holding back his uncalm emotions, Pang Yu took the long sword from his disciple's hand and said, "Where is your whip?" ”

The last time he beat that Li Kexiu, it seemed that he was empty-handed, He Bangwei recalled a little and said: "I will do it empty-handed." ”

Pang Yu's face was solemn, and his right hand slowly raised the long sword, the tip of the sword pointed at He Bangwei's heart, and slowly brewed the sword intent in his chest.

"Have you seen Li Kexiu?" Before he was about to start, Pang Yu suddenly asked.

He Bangwei was about to enter the white blade empty-handed, and nodded when he heard the words.

Pang Yu's heart was full of sword intent, and there was a chill in his eyes, "Is he okay?" ”

"He's dead." He Bangwei told the truth.

This truth has a bit of a big impact on Pang Yu, what? Li Kexiu is dead?

The sword intent and emotions brewing in his heart dissipated a lot at once, and the tip of the sword pointed at He Bangwei's heart moved away, "How did you die?" ”

He Bangwei hesitated, in fact, he didn't seem to kill Li Kexiu at that time, he was angry with himself, "I killed it." ”

I don't kill Li Kexiu, Li Kexiu died because of me.

Pang Yu let out an "ah", his eyes widened.

"You?"

"Li Kexiu died at your hands?"

He Bangwei nodded seriously, and then saw the tip of Pang Yu's sword move again, this time from pointing at himself to pointing diagonally at the ground. (To be continued.) )