At midnight, at the 'noble' bar in the center of N City, Leng Shan Rong, one of the five sharp knives under Yan Huafeng's command, was located. The bustling and noisy bar suspended its extravagance tonight and became a rebel barracks, filled with more than 800 sword-wielding men.

In the Tide Gang, Yan Huafeng's five sharp knives had already established their prestige five years ago, and they were as famous as Weng Yun's Twelve Blood Blades, becoming synonymous with the strength and victory of the gang, and it was the confidence of the Tide to challenge other underworlds. Therefore, the shadow of Sanke's defeat dissipated without a trace because of Leng Shanrong's arrival, confidence returned again, morale was boosted, and everyone desperately hoped to launch an attack as soon as possible, break through the defense line, and enter the headquarters area.

After a full meal, under the arrangement of the various leaders, everyone was very fast, recuperating and waiting for the arrival of tomorrow's general attack, and the whole bar was covered in silence and silence.

Leng Shanrong stayed alone in the office on the fifth floor, looking at the latest information and instructions from Yan Huafeng, thinking about how to coordinate the offensive cooperation in his area in tomorrow's attack.

"Be careful Di Cheng?" Leng Shanrong gently read the sentence on the intelligence sheet that was drawn by the red line, and gave a detailed description of Di Cheng's weapons and body type, and there was only one sentence for his introduction, which was similar to the strength of the leader of the "Soul Burial Group"! Yan Huafeng's prompt "Be careful of Di Cheng" was specially added at the back!

Leng Shan Rong, as the strongest of the five sharp knives, is second only to Sang Ke in strength, especially the breakthrough some time ago, which allowed him to step from mid-level silver to high-level! The growth of strength was accompanied by the expansion of confidence, and he had the urge to use this underworld storm to make a name for himself in the underground world, wanting all the black disciples to remember his name Leng Shan Rong.

But...... The sudden insertion of the Heavenly Gate made him both surprised and dignified.

The wolf king Ma Hao was severely injured by Tianmen, Zhu Xiong and Zhuhu were severely injured by Tianmen, the head wolf and demon wolf were severely injured by Tianmen, and the violent tiger Sanke was severely injured by Tianmen......

A series of mutations not only hit Yan Huafeng's eyes, but Leng Shanrong felt even more cool.

Tianmen is so strong!

The master of Tianmen Gate is called Di Cheng? It's still a monster that can compete with the leader of the "Soul Burial Group"!

"Soul Burial Group" ...... Thinking of this organization with an unknown number of people and unknown strength, Leng Shanrong was silent for a while, when did the number of strong people appear in batches?! However, it was this mysterious organization that suddenly appeared that gave the Wolf King and even Yan Huafeng the confidence to swallow up the tide, and it was the biggest reliance for them to dare to provoke the underworld storm!

Leng Shan Rong is confident that the "Soul Burial Group" is enough to kill the group of high-level people in Tianmen! SX, HN, the underworld of the two provinces will be returned to the alliance! Or is it...... Attributed to Yan Huafeng!

Bang~~ Suddenly, several small and dull sounds sounded outside in a row, or ...... Ringing on the wall, Leng Shanrong, who was immersed in thoughts, came back to his senses and looked at the clock on the wall, it was already three o'clock in the morning, which happened to be the time when people's spirits were the most tired, maybe it was their own delusion.

Leng Shan Rong stretched his stiff body, looked at the snowflakes falling outside, and a few cold smiles appeared on his indifferent face, Tianmen ...... Stepping into this melee is the most wrong choice for you, and when you win the tide, the next target will be your SC headquarters!

Bang bang~~ Soon there was another burst of the same sound, the sound was very soft and deep.

This time, Leng Shan Rong heard it clearly, it was not an illusion!

There should be a few personal guards outside the door, but after five or six years of getting along with each other, Leng Shanrong knows them very well, he likes to be quiet when he thinks about things, and he hates others to disturb him the most, even if it is any slight sound.

I don't know if it's a psychological reason, he always feels that this sound is so awkward and uncomfortable as a slight sound.

"Who's out there? What to do! Leng Shanrong shouted dissatisfiedly.

Click! Squeak~~ The door was suddenly opened, and a man in a white coat ...... The doctor walked in slowly, the mask covered his face, and the red lenses reflected a strange light, which contrasted sharply with the white color of the whole body.

"Who are you?" Leng Shanrong asked strangely, why did you come in with a doctor? I'm not sick.

"Leng Shan Rong?" A ghostly hoarse murmur floated out of the mask, wabbling and whirling around the room, and the warm office seemed to suddenly get a little colder.

"I'm Leng Shanrong, who are you!" Keenly aware of the danger, but Leng Shanrong still didn't consider anything bad, after all, this is his own hall, a full eight hundred elite gangs from the first to the fifth floor, and there are four powerful henchmen guarding the door, if it is an enemy, he must not break all the way to his office.

Let alone...... How dare the enemy be to come alone on his own turf?

Jokes, absolutely impossible.

So Leng Shanrong didn't think about the bad side at all, he just felt strange.

The doctor didn't say anything more, put the two iron boxes in his hand on the sofa, pulled them over the clothes rack, and then opened one of the iron boxes, and the cold mist drifted away, and there were bags of blood in it, and some medicine bottles with special symbols.

"What blood type?" The doctor made another hoarse, low voice.

"O-shaped." Leng Shanrong replied very "cooperatively", and left his seat and walked up in curiosity. "What are you doing?"

Fingertips ran over the blood bag, picked out five bags of blood marked with "O" shape, took out a small device that shook from side to side, placed the blood bag on it, and then began to dispense the potion again, hanging it on the clothes rack. If no one is around...... Or maybe it's something that is carefully prepared.

Leng Shanrong was even more curious, looking left and right, sometimes taking out a bottle of potion and looking at the name and trademark, sometimes taking out a gadget and playing with it curiously, sometimes helping the doctor, and asking the doctor from time to time, but the doctor was busy arranging his equipment and didn't pay attention to him.

"What's in this box?" 'Assisting' the doctor to set things up, Leng Shan Rong pointed to another medical box of the same size, and opened it directly.

The small space was filled with knives, pliers, hooks, and small bottles of various colors, showing a different kind of cold air under the bright light.

"This is ......" Leng Shanrong picked up a bottle with a red liquid, and with a slight sensation, a large number of fingernails floated inside, dense and extremely terrifying.

With a slight frown, Leng Shanrong felt a little nauseous, but quickly ...... A chill rose from my heart, and the feeling of danger, which had been replaced by curiosity, reappeared, and it became clearer.

"Who are you!" Leng Shanrong stared at the doctor, just in time to find that the doctor was also standing in front of him, looking straight at himself, his already cold eyes were even colder against the red lens.

The brows furrowed more and more, the uneasiness became thicker and thicker, Leng Shan Rong snorted coldly, his right hand suddenly stepped forward, and buckled the doctor's neck like an eagle's claw, intending to take down this strange guy first, and then ask a good question.

But the tense right hand had just been raised, but the doctor took a step ahead of him,,、 seemingly white and tender fingertips quickly clicked on the midline in front of Leng Shanrong's body at an astonishing speed, one and a half inches below the umbilicus - Qi Sea Acupoint!

After being hit, the force hits the arteries and veins of the abdominal wall and the intercostal space, breaking the qi and blood stasis, which can cause the body to malfunction. This acupoint is one of the 36 dead points in the human body, and if it is hit hard, it can cause death. Due to its special location, strong people can often gather hard muscles in this part by exercising their bodies, and it is difficult to kill people with heavy blows alone, and there will not even be too obvious damage.

But it was the movement of the doctor's fingertips that made Leng Shanrong, a high-level silver high-level person, stiffen his body, lie down on his back, and just fell on the sofa that had just been arranged.

The doctor struck again, and the woman's white and slender fingers buckled to the depression between the spinous processes of the first and second cervical vertebrae at the back of the neck, that is, the dumb door point among the thirty-six dead points!

However, the doctor's purpose is not to kill him, but to rely on his understanding of acupuncture points and exquisite control of strength to create Leng Shanrong's qi and blood, making him lose his ability to move and speak.

"Goo~Goo~~" Leng Shanrong's mouth kept opening and closing, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth, and his body twitched uncontrollably, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

He was horrified to find that he could not control his body.

With just such a simple finger click, he subdued the silver high-level Leng Shan Rong, and such a powerful and even terrifying move was really terrifying. can exquisitely control the acupuncture points of the human body, and can play the assassination to such a situation, needless to say, the identity of the person who came will naturally know - the eight tribes of Tianmen, Leng Feng is the leader, and Fang Zhongshou is alive!