Zhao Husheng, who was born at the grassroots, does not have such a strong concept of up and down, for the superiors, such as Wen Zhigao, he can be sneering, but when dealing with these people below, he can also sit together and drink.

In his heart, he always admires the bloody man, the three guys in front of him are all from the bottom, compared to Zhao Husheng, there are several levels in between, but in last night's battle, the bloody and tough performance of several guys fell into Zhao Husheng's eyes.

At the beginning, I couldn't let go of drinking with this legend of the southern underworld, but as the wine passed three rounds, these people also let go of the shelves, and in the late autumn day, they drank bare-chested and yelling.

Do you want to drink, it is to have an atmosphere, the so-called way of drinking in the upper class society is definitely not something they can adapt to, in their opinion, drinking, only open drinking, can be happy, this is undoubtedly very Zhao Husheng's appetite.

Time slipped away quietly, for these perennial underworld people, if there were no more than ten bottles of beer and a pound of liquor, they would be laughed at, until midnight, there were few people on the street, and the four of them did not mean to stop.

The perennial street vendors, from the hideous tattoos of several big men, these people, I am afraid that they are all characters on the road, although it has reached the time to close the stall, but they dare not open their mouths on the side, no way, these people can not afford to offend, once the people are not happy, the stall is light.

Of course, the boss is the one who sees the wrong, and the people who do those things are all idle gangsters, and the real characters on the road will never embarrass people like them.

"A few people, it's cold, do you want to drink in the store?" The boss glanced at the time, stepped forward and said with a smile.

"No need, check out." Zhao Husheng waved his hand, neatly and neatly, there was only a group of guests left, they were all open to beg for life, it was not easy, there was no need to embarrass others.

"It's just that I invite a few, and I don't have to give money." The boss said with a dry smile.

Especially in the face of the eyes of the three big men, the boss was about to cry.

Zhao Husheng shook his head, "It's not easy to come out to beg for a living." He casually took out a few hundred-yuan bills, stuffed them into the boss's hand, and nodded at the three people, one of the big men slapped the boss on the shoulder, "Do you really think we are out to eat the overlord meal?" Dahan looked at the boss's stunned appearance and smiled.

Picking up clothes and draping them on their bodies, a group of four walked towards the place where the car was parked not far away.

Under the dim street lamp, several figures slowly appeared.

Zhao Husheng stopped and confronted the other party, those who came were not good, those who were good did not come, the state city was now under the control of Zhao Husheng, and the other party only dispatched five or six people, obviously it would not be good stubble, Zhao Husheng, it was not something that a cat or a dog wanted to move.

Vendettas in the rivers and lakes are a common thing, and the bosses who were fortunate to have sent away these masters just now closed the door of the store and hid as soon as possible.

"YN guys?" Zhao Husheng looked at the other party and said lightly.

Without answering, a jet-black triangular military thorn appeared in everyone's hand, their eyes were cold, and they quickly killed in the direction of Zhao Husheng.

From the other party's eyes, footsteps and the quality of the performance, Zhao Husheng found that the other party was by no means an ordinary underworld character, YN, the arrogant country that shouted that it had the world's first army, the last thing that lacked was one kind of person, that is, mercenaries.

The base number of mercenaries in the YN jungle has reached a terrifying level.

These people who targeted Zhao Husheng were definitely mercenaries.

The other three, when they saw each other appear, half of the wine woke up, and the three of them, standing beside Zhao Husheng, waited for each other.

Zhao Husheng threw the three guys in the car for the first time, the other party was a master, and it was not something that the three of them could deal with, so there was no need to sacrifice their lives in vain.

The five people quickly rushed to Zhao Husheng's body, the three-edged army stabbed, exuding a faint cold light in the dark night, the mercenaries will not talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, they only aim to complete the task, the five of them joined forces to attack Zhao Husheng alone, if nothing else, the five should be regarded as a small mercenary group.

Zhao Husheng, the first general in the south, how could he have been afraid of battle, if it is said that Wen Zhigao's position is derived from conspiracy and strategy, then Zhao Husheng, the overlord who is as famous as Wen Zhigao in the south, his position is bloody and killing.

Since his debut, he has experienced a hundred battles, and he must take the lead in every battle, this fierce man who can still kill a bloody way in the face of the Murong family's eight hundred iron horsemen, and he will not take the few mercenaries in front of him to heart, although the other party is a master.

The sturdy figure, showing an unexpected agility, quickly avoided the surprise attack of a military thorn, an iron fist, but it was like a shadow, Zhao Husheng made a move, and it was always with killing people as the ultimate goal.

Six figures, quickly fighting to one place under the night sky.

On top of a building, Xiao Fan was condescending, looking at the scene below, and did not let Nie Chen, who was about to move, make a move, these people couldn't help Zhao Husheng, if Zhao Husheng, the first general in the south, was killed by these cats and dogs, it would be a bit exaggerated.

"I thought the other party could dispatch God or something, but it turned out to be such a few pieces of garbage." Xiao Fan looked at Zhao Husheng, who had already occupied an absolute advantage in the more and more battles below, and pouted his lips disdainfully, facing the guys below who were besieging Zhao Husheng, he was not even interested in making a move, as for Zhao Husheng, it was only a matter of time before he solved the battle.

"Originally, I thought that the so-called martial arts grandmaster of YN would appear, no matter how bad it is, the two grandmasters of Hattori and Wind Demon will also have one," Xiao Fan touched his chin and smacked his lips.

"I look down on us, the No. 1 general in the south." Xiao Fan said lightly, suddenly feeling a little bored.

"Huh?" Xiao Fan's voice came out of his mouth with doubts, and his eyes looked in one direction, "Finally, a guy with some interest." Xiao Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.

The price of despising Zhao Husheng is very miserable, the following garbage, not to mention threatening Zhao Husheng, a long roar, a punch, an unrivaled punch, as fast as the extreme fell on a guy's chest, hit Zhao Husheng's heavy punch, that person's figure, under the gaze of Zhao Husheng's gaze, slowly fell, a sharp whip leg, kicked a guy close to him, a close lean, plus an elbow strike, five people to four, of course, Zhao Husheng also paid for the fight, on the fist, a few centimeters of the cut, Bubbling with blood, Zhao Husheng put his hand to his lips, stretched out his tongue, slid through the wound, and smiled fiercely at the remaining guy.