For a week, Yaoyang's life was very peaceful. In addition to practicing Yijin Jing, Lingbo Weibu and Luohan Boxing every day, he is building a meat slicer.

The meat slicer was very popular, and Wang Jun placed two additional orders. I heard him say that this thing is not only crisp for cutting meat, but also easy to break bones.

Orders have increased significantly, and Yaoyang has become more and more busy. Fortunately, the master has not shown his head recently, and the machine tools in the workshop are used casually, which can barely meet Wang Jun's needs.

In his daily practice, Yaoyang also really felt the benefits of Zaa Hangong. Although the completion rate of Zaa Hangong in the brain domain network was only 15%, every time he practiced Luohan Fist, Yao Yang would feel that there was a hot current helping his internal force to circulate. This is really a huge help for Yaoyang, who has been suffering from lack of internal strength.

Even when cultivating the Yijin Sutra and Ling Bo Weibu, that stream of heat would emerge from time to time, flowing in the meridians. The place where the heat flow passes leaves a warm feeling, which makes Yaoyang feel refreshed and full of energy.

In this way, while cultivating and making money, Yaoyang is very satisfied with his current life. Little did he know that in the city where he lived, a huge wave was being made.

"Haven't found it yet! People have been missing for so long, did you grow up eating paste? The old crooked "banged" on the table, his face swollen to sauce-purple, looking like a big piece of pork liver.

There are a few silent people around Lao Crooked, they are all small leaders of the Daqing Gang in Bohai City, and they are usually not majestic when they call for wind and rain outside, but they look a little trembling in front of Lao Crooked.

It's no wonder that the old crooked man is angry, his most proud disciple Nangong Wushang has been missing for a week, and he can't see anyone alive or dead, as if he has evaporated in the air. With the power of the Great Green Gang in Bohai City, no one has been found. In the face of such a group of stupid pig-like subordinates, how can the old crooked not be mad?

"The hall master...... It's not that we don't do our best, it's really the people of the Xinhong Gang who make things difficult everywhere and don't let our people go into the ghost to find someone. The two sides have already clashed several times over this, and if this continues, something big will happen sooner or later. A small leader said in horror.

The old crooked eyes glared: "What do you mean!" Are you afraid of the soft eggs of the Xinhong Gang? ”

"Absolutely not!" The little leader said aggrievedly, "If you say a word, hall master, I will immediately rush to their headquarters with a knife!" ”

The old crooked glanced at him, and spat in disgust: "Less bragging!" I just ask you, can you find someone for me tomorrow? ”

A few little leaders, you look at me, I look at you, gritted their teeth and said in unison: "Yes!" ”

That night, the atmosphere around Onimi's sorrow became tense, and many unfamiliar faces appeared in Oni's sorrow, attracting the attention of many parties.

The police chief of Bohai City sat in his spacious office, answered a few phone calls, and then dialed a secret number. When the phone was connected, he said respectfully: "Mr. Mayor, I have already inquired clearly, tonight the Daqing Gang is going to go into the ghost to find someone, and the Xinhong Gang seems to be going to make a move, what should I do?" ”

I don't know what to say on the phone, but the police chief nodded again and again. By the time he put down the microphone, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"It seems that this Bohai City is about to change the sky......" The police chief looked out the window, a dark cloud blocked the sunset at dusk, and the whole city was about to fall into darkness.

Yaoyang finished the day's work as usual, bought a fast food and planned to go home. As I was walking on the road, my phone rang.

The number of the caller was very unfamiliar, Yaoyang hesitated for a moment and connected, but Wang Jun's hurried voice came from there.

"Yaoyang, how many goods do you still have, I want it now, how many you want!"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Yaoyang was stunned for a moment, "I've completed a total of thirty handfuls in the past few days, and I plan to make up enough fifty handfuls to send them to you." ”

"Great, I'll go to the workshop to pick up the goods right away, you wait for me there." Wang Jun hung up the phone as he spoke.

Wang Jun's anxiety made Yaoyang feel a little uneasy, he looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and suddenly felt that today's city was extremely bleak and deserted.

After returning to the door of the workshop, after waiting for twenty minutes, Yaoyang saw a black car speeding towards him, rushing in front of him at a very fast speed, and stopping with a sudden brake. The tires rubbed against the ground, emitting a strong smell of rubber.

The car door opened, and Wang Jun jumped down: "Where is the goods?" ”

"Here." Handing the loaded meat slicer to Wang Jun, Yaoyang was quite puzzled, "What, what's wrong tonight?" ”

"There's going to be a big deal, don't go out tonight." Wang Jun lowered his voice and said, "Don't go out!" ”

Yaoyang saw Wang Jun's serious expression, so he nodded and said, "I know, you must be careful!" ”

"Don't worry, I have nine lives and I can't die." Wang Jun smiled, jumped into the car with the meat slicer, and disappeared as soon as he slipped through the smoke.

Yaoyang looked around, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, did everyone know that something would happen at night? Hurriedly returning home, Yaoyang ate the fast food in a restless mood, and turned on the TV to follow the news station. If there's really something big, the news station will report it.

There is indeed a big thing happening, and it is a bloody big thing. The smell of blood wafted around Oni Sorrow, and the two dozen or so members of the Big Green Gang who entered Oni Sorrow were cut into pieces and thrown into the ditch, thus starting an all-out war between the two gangs.

Compared with the Daqing Gang, which responded in a hurry, the Xinhong Gang is obviously fully prepared. Almost at the sound of an order, their men poured out from all directions, rushing in unison towards the properties and strongholds of the Great Green Gang in the city.

Among them, there was a group of people who attracted special attention, led by Wang Jun with a rainbow head, and behind him were sixty or seventy fierce black-clothed knife hands, each holding an extremely sharp meat slicer in his hand. Anyone from the Big Green Gang who dares to stand in front of them will be chopped into pieces of meat in less than a second!

This fierce team first swept away a casino of the Big Green Gang, and then smashed three underground banks under the Big Green Gang. By the time they arrived at Fallen Street, there were already a lot of dead souls under the knife.

The area around Fallen Street is mixed, and there are characters from all sides, and one of the most important strongholds of the Big Green Gang here is the old crooked grocery store. The old crooked man was in the grocery store, contacting his subordinates on the phone, and he was anxiously arranging a counterattack mission.

"Master, it's terrible!" The light bulb stumbled in through the door, a face full of the word "scared".

"What's the panic?" The old man glared at the bulb Kui.

"Master, let's go. The swordsmen of the Xinhong Gang have been killed, and many of us have already been hacked to death! The bulb said, "If you don't leave, it'll be too late." ”

"You unpromising guy, aren't you just a team of swordsmen, I want to see what the Xinhong Gang is capable of!" A hint of murder flashed on the crooked old man's face.

The noise of the fallen street has long been gone, and the idlers and others are hiding, waiting for the dust to settle. At one end of the street is the black-clothed swordsman led by Wang Jun, and on the other side is a team of Daqing Gang led by Lao Crooked. The battle here is just a microcosm of the battle between the two gangs in Bohai City, and countless people are destined to shed blood on this night.

"Kill me! hack the crooked one to death, and reward 100,000 yuan! Wang Jun waved the knife in his hand and shouted angrily. The dozens of swordsmen behind him had already killed their eyes, and they let out a chorus when they heard the sound, and the knives in their hands flashed with dazzling cold light, charging out like a tide.

The old crooked face shouted fiercely: "! Kill them! ”

The two teams of men and horses collided violently, swords and swords, and flesh and blood flew sideways.

In the melee, the most conspicuous thing is the old crooked, he is worthy of being the master of the Daqing Gang, and his skills are really good. A pair of fleshy palms flew up and down, as long as he slapped it, it would lose its combat effectiveness by spitting blood from the mouth, and the heavy ones would immediately break their bones and tendons.

"Huh", the knife light came from behind, and the old crooked listened to the wind to argue, turned around and slapped his palm on the blade. Hearing a "click", the knife immediately snapped, and the knife hand was also knocked to the ground by the old crooked foot.

"Lao Tzu's iron sand palm is not a vegetarian!" The old crooked laughed.

"Hey, are you just crooked?" Wang Jun suddenly came out of the crowd, carrying a knife in one hand and a burden in the other.

"Who are you?" The old man stared at Wang Jun with crooked eyes, with a look of disdain.

"My name is Pheasant Jun, I'm here to give you a gift, I hope you will smile." Wang Jun let out a wicked laugh and threw the burden in his hand to the old crooked.

The old crooked brows frowned slightly, afraid that there was some kind of vicious hidden weapon in the baggage, so he simply volleyed his palm in the air and "banged" the burden to pieces. The contents shattered, and fell to the ground with a clatter, and turned out to be a pile of bone residue and minced meat, emitting a strong stench.

"Something!" The old crooked nose took a step back, thinking that it was some kind of biological weapon.

Wang Jun grinned: "Old crooked, that's the head of your apprentice Nangong Wushang." Tsk, you smashed it with a slap, you really don't have the love of master and apprentice! ”

"What!" The old crooked eyes widened, almost mad with anger.

At this moment when the old crooked mood was stimulated, a ghostly black shadow suddenly appeared behind him, the cold light flashed in his hand, and the knife cut into the back of his heart accurately. The old crooked man opened his mouth like a drowning man, as if he wanted to shout something, but in the end he just spat out some blood foam and fell to the ground with a "poof".

The black shadow pulled out the knife and grinned at Wang Jun: "This knife is good, what's the name?" ”

"Meat slicer." Wang Jun looked at the black shadow adoringly and said respectfully.

The black shadow nodded: "Good knife...... This kept me in my collection. There will be a period later! As he spoke, his figure disappeared into the darkness in a flash, coming and going without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

As soon as the old crooked died, the Daqing Gang was in chaos, and it was soon completely suppressed, and the area around Fallen Street completely became the sphere of influence of the Xinhong Gang.

The crooked corpse was placed in front of the Xinhong Gang Master Gao Chao, and he looked at this old opponent coldly, and his heart swelled with pride.

"Hey, what's that?" Gao Chao saw the edge of an envelope peeking out of the crooked pocket, so he pulled it out.

Inside the envelope were several neatly folded sheets of paper, on which were densely written, and Gao Chao was stunned after opening it for a few glances.

"This ...... Is this a self-created exercise? Gao Chao clutched these pieces of paper tightly and knew that his chance for promotion had come!

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