Zheng Yuanhao and Han Yu agreed to meet at half past eight, whether it is for the interests of the community, whether it is for the interests of the community, whether it is to cover the sky and block the sword gate or secretly support the sky to defeat the sword gate, a good relationship with the sky must always be maintained. And from a personal point of view, he also hopes that Han Yu can win the competition against Jianmen here.

Therefore, after applying for the approval of the boss Guan Sen, he is ready to take a share of the benefits of arms and drugs.

took out a cigarette from his pocket, Zheng Yuanhao stuffed it into his mouth and lit it deeply. He frowned slightly at the few guards around him: "Okay, you guys continue to play here, I'll go out and wait for the black clothes." ”

"Hall Master, the boss has ordered, let us follow you at any time no matter what......"

", when Lao Tzu came, he was on the train by himself, and he didn't follow you, not only did he not have anything, but he also met the black clothes." Zheng Yuanhao threw the cigarette case in his hand to his subordinates: "Okay, don't follow, Lao Tzu is not steamed in mud, do you think anyone can fucking pinch it?" ”

"Okay then, Brother Hao, if you have any orders, call us." The guards said helplessly.

Zheng Yuanhao nodded without looking back, his back was straight, thick as a mountain.

A man in black who had been drinking next to him raised his head, revealing an ordinary face. Before Zheng Yuanhao walked past him, he stood up and walked out with a black trench coat.

Several of Zheng Yuanhao's guards did not notice anything unusual, and they were still drinking.

Zheng Yuanhao shrank his pupils fiercely the moment the man got up, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and he followed closely.

Because he saw the scar on the man's neck when he got up.

It was a knife wound.

The knife wound that was deliberately exposed to him was called a challenge in the Tao.

Zheng Yuanhao followed closely behind him, and the two of them walked out of the bar one after the other. Next to the bar is an alley with dimly lit lights. People who come to the bar are blinded, who will have the time to sprinkle a glance here?

Zheng Yuanhao followed behind the other party unhurriedly and entered the alley.

The man in black in front stood still suddenly, he turned his head and looked at Zheng Yuanhao calmly: "What are you doing with me?" ”

Zheng Yuanhao smiled slightly: "Didn't you let me come?" ”

"Sure enough, it's on the road." The man in black grinned at the corner of his mouth. Here are a pair of ordinary faces, with a slight squint in their slender eyes, with an indescribable brightness. It's as if the hottest sunlight in the sky has been received by him in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth were thin and pretty, and he looked a little cold, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth carried a condescending hint of mockery, as if everything in the world here was just a feature without any new ideas, mediocre and idiotic.

"I'm here to kill you. Someone paid 60 million for your life, but now I am puzzled, how can you be worth so much money? The voice of the man in black was still calm, only the black trench coat whirred in the wind. Calm and indifferent, as if what he just said was not to take people's lives, but to invite people to watch a movie.

Zheng Yuanhao's pupils shrank fiercely, and there was a cold light of alarm in his eyes. Other than that, there is no longer a trace of superfluous expression. After all, he also came from the wind, so naturally he would not be intimidated by a word.

Zheng Yuanhao grinned, spread his thick palms to both sides, and said: "In the past, many people used to tell me the same thing here, but until now I am still alive and well, and they have all become a pile of cold carrion, food in the mouths of wild dogs, and garbage nourishment on the roadside!" ”

"I'm different from them, because I'm Bai Hechou!" The man in black still said calmly and seriously: "The white river sorrow of the Red Alliance! ”

When Zheng Yuanhao heard the two words of Hongmeng, his eyes suddenly widened, and the steel needle-like beard on his face almost stood upright. He clenched his fists, tightly intertwined with his palms, and his voice was a little hoarse, maybe excited, maybe accidental, but definitely not afraid.

Because when he had said this, the man rushed forward like an angry tiger.

"The Red Alliance of the Tricolor?"

Before he could finish his sentence, his fist had already smashed into Bai Hechou's cheek like a cannonball. His punch was direct, fierce, and naturally like smashing an egg with a stone, with an indomitable heroism, almost at the moment of punching, he came to Bai Hechou's face.

Bai Hechou's face was still calm, his small eyes were still squinting, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was still undisguised mockery.

He looked at Zheng Yuanhao quietly, and then slowly raised his right hand.

At this time, he was like a ninety-year-old man, and his movements were so slow that you could almost see every subtle point clearly, which was just in contrast to Zheng Yuanhao's fierceness mixed with infinite power.

But before Zheng Yuanhao's fist smashed into his face, it was blocked by his hand.

The seemingly fierce fist fell on his hand as if a stone had fallen into the water.

Zheng Yuanhao's eyes suddenly widened again, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of his sockets. Others may not know the power of his punch, but he himself knows in his heart that he once used the same punch to knock down a running cow alive.

But now, the fist that should have been devastating here was blocked by a soft palm here.

At this point, it's too late to call his men, no, even if he has, he won't do it. In front of the person in front of him, the elites under him, even if two of them were still good hands in the special operations force back then, they were just a bunch of vegetables.

Of course, he couldn't let his brother come and send him to his death.

Therefore, he burst into a roar, and his other fist smashed down on the other party's face at the moment when his previous punch was blocked. It was as if the calm face here had some deep hatred for him.

Bai Hechou stretched out his hand again.

As a result, Zheng Yuanhao's fist was stopped again.

Only this once, Bai He's frown furrowed slightly.

"It looks like you're worth 60 million dollars." Bai Hechou was still calm, as if he was appraising the value of the goods in front of him, speaking slowly, seriously, and naturally.

"Hehe, grandpa is to sharpen it, sharpen it, put it on the scale, and sell it on the scale, and you have to weigh it!" Zheng Yuanhao laughed, raised his right leg, and unceremoniously smashed it towards the thing between the other party's legs.

Although his two fists had been clenched with a clenched kaka, and it seemed that he was going to be crushed at any time because he couldn't bear the pressure, but his top here was still urgent as if a bachelor who had been a vegetarian for three years saw cough cough, what was that.

Dig deeper, and then, in the blink of an eye, throw away your armor.

Because Bai He's legs were chou, he lifted earlier than him and hit him harder.

Zheng Yuanhao's inner thighs couldn't help but tremble, and he wondered if his leg bones were broken by the other party in a blow here.

"It's game over." Bai Hechou shook his head slightly, as if everything here was just a game for him.

Then, he let go of his hands and gently handed his right hand over.

Yes, hand, slowly, as if he had just intercepted Zheng Yuanhao's fist.

But Zheng Yuanhao knew that the so-called slowness was just an illusion. He wasn't sure to stop the other man before his fist smashed into his soft throat bone.

His eyes widened, and his huge bronze bell-like eyes were bloodshot. The heavy snort sprayed heavily on the messy beard, and the whole person was even tighter as if facing a great enemy, like a bow that hated to pull the string, and then used all the strength of his body to close his fist and block.

Bang!

Zheng Yuanhao rolled and fell out like a kicked ball.

It took a few turns in a row to stop here.

His arms hung down, and in the moment he did, his two arms staggered in front of him, and although he managed to block the opponent's fist, his arms were already broken.

Zheng Yuanhao wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve indifferently, and then slowly supported it with trembling legs, and slowly stood up with his body.

He had a nonchalant smile on his lips, as if the wounds had been inflicted on someone else's body. The next sentence made Bai Hechou's face change for the first time.

"A thief, why are you so powerful? You can't fucking be an alien, can you? ”