Unfortunately, Zhuge Yinghui's premonition came true.

Anyone who is a little familiar with Zhuge Yinghui knows that this guy is a person who likes to enjoy and knows how to enjoy. Miao's hands are empty, he has stolen so many valuables, all the treasure rooms in the world are in his safe, why do you steal so many things?

But in Tiemen City, Zhuge Yinghui lived in the most popular civilian area.

It's right around the South Railway Station.

There is the old town of Tiemen. The so-called old city often also means backwardness and poverty. Zhuge Yinghui stayed in the most ordinary hotel near the South Railway Station, the kind that cost fifteen yuan a night. No one would have thought that the king of stealing kings, who knows how to enjoy the most, would live in such a cramped and filthy place, where sewage flows everywhere, and the streets are full of stumbling women.

Lost women, to be honest, Zhuge Yinghui is not disgusted, he is disgusted with the kind of old and ugly lost women. In Zhuge Yinghui's opinion, daring to sell it when he looks like this is simply disgusting.

However, as far as the eye can see, it is basically this kind of middle-aged stumbling woman who can disgust him to death.

Zhuge Yinghui had no choice but to avoid them as much as possible, ran to a roadside shop that looked fairly clean, and ate noodles casually. The location of this noodle shop is not good, it is relatively remote, so the business is also very average, which is probably why it is still clean. In such places, the better the business, the worse the hygiene.

The boss is reluctant to spend money on an extra helper, and he can't wait to split himself into two helpers, so he can't spare his hands to do hygiene.

But Zhuge Yinghui chose this noodle shop, not only because it was relatively clean, but because of the convenience of this shop. It's a little bit off. But there are at least four ways to get out quickly. Not far from the opposite side are several old-fashioned tube buildings, black and rumbling. If something happens, just slip over that direction. With the concealment skill of stealing the king, ordinary people really can't find him.

Therefore, this bowl of noodles, Zhuge Yinghui eats relatively at ease.

However, Zhuge Yinghui only ate half of it, and he couldn't eat it anymore. It's not the reason for the sudden loss of appetite, as the king of stealing kings, running away is the norm, Zhuge Yinghui has long developed a very good habit of escaping - that is when there is a chance to sit down and eat. Be sure to eat well. Because you don't know when your next meal will be, where you will eat it, or if you can eat it.

When you are full, you have the strength to run.

It has nothing to do with the taste of the food, and it has nothing to do with the appetite, it is necessary to survive.

This time, Zhuge Yinghui couldn't eat it because. He saw a man, a mountain of flesh to be exact.

Not only did he see it, but others saw it too. Almost everyone stopped what they were doing, staring blankly at the other end of the street, at the man who was more than two meters tall. A shirtless, muscular giant. Striding this way.

With every step, the whole street seems to vibrate!

This person. Zhuge Yinghui knows.

One of the thirteen hussars of the steppe - "Hercules" Agoura!

It was also one of the six hussars that the White Wolf brought to chase him this time.

Agoura's heavy footsteps, each time he stepped directly on Zhuge Yinghui's heart, shook his heart and liver and couldn't stop shaking. If he was caught by this brute bull, Zhuge Yinghui suspected that he would not hesitate to tear himself in half.

Four passages, this is the widest street, but with Agoura, this street is equivalent to being completely blocked, and Zhuge Yinghui immediately completely excluded this passage. As long as Agoura stood there and did nothing, he couldn't rush through.

Zhuge Yinghui turned his head to look at the other side of the street.

Not surprisingly, someone from here also showed up.

A short man, not to mention compared to Agoura, even compared to Zhuge Yinghui, seems to be half a head shorter, and he is not stout at all, and he is completely out of line with the grassland athletes in everyone's impression. The only thing that attracted the attention of this short man was that he held a thick-backed sharp knife in his hand, and the sharp blade shone with a palpitating chill in the dim light.

Zhuge Yinghui's eyes narrowed slightly.

This man, he also knew.

Temur, one of the thirteen hussars of the steppe.

This man was short in stature, not striking in appearance, but ruthless but ranked among the top of the thirteen hussars, and it is said that the most unjust ghosts died under his bull-slaughtering knife. A cattle butcher's knife kills many more people than a traditional knight's saber.

Temur calls himself "Ku Ding", and what he does best is unraveling cattle.

Of course, if you want to solve people, Temur is also happy to try his craft.

The ferocious and violent aura on Temur's body is even far above Agoura, which is a natural evil aura that comes from killing too many people.

Obviously, running this way isn't necessarily a good idea.

Zhuge Yinghui turned his head to the opposite tube building.

In the dark cave of the building, the fire light with faint cigarette butts flickered, and with the help of this faint firelight, people with good eyes could barely sketch a general shape for the big man in the building.

Zhuge Yinghui shook his head, took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, slowly stood up, walked towards the noodle shop, and asked loudly: "Boss, where is the bathroom?" ”

The boss pointed behind him, and then his eyes were fixed on Agoura, who was walking step by step.

"Thank you."

Zhuge Yinghui walked over with a smile, stuffed the stack of hundred-yuan bills in his hand into the boss's hand, and walked to the back of the store without looking back. He hadn't counted the stacks of hundred-dollar bills, and it seemed that there should be at least a thousand dollars.

It wasn't until Zhuge Yinghui walked into the bathroom that the noodle shop owner came back to his senses, looked at the stack of 100 yuan bills in his hand, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and hurriedly shouted to the bathroom: "Hey, you give too much, you don't need so much money......

"...... for you to mend the bathroom"

Zhuge Yinghui replied with a smile, and the laughter sounded quite pleasant.

Then, there was a chaotic sound of "bang-la-la", the roof tiles of the flat house flew wildly, and Zhuge Yinghui's figure rose to the sky, rushing out from the top of the bathroom with a big hole, and the feet were a little on the eaves, and they fell lightly on the street behind.

That's the fourth way.

Zhuge Yinghui has long been optimistic.

When it comes to escaping for his life, it's almost as rich as his experience in stealing. Without this ability, what kind of thief can you be? Not to mention being the king of stealing kings, that's pure death.

Behind the noodle shop is a vegetable market. During the day, it is still lively, but at night, when all the vendors have closed their stalls, the market becomes quiet, and there is not a single ghost in sight. Across the vegetable market, there is another street full of traffic, the neon lights are flashing, as long as you get to that street, Zhuge Yinghui has a great confidence to get out.

If you really want to get rid of the chase and run to a sparsely populated place, it is the stupidest way. The more this kind of place, the more unscrupulous the people who are chasing you will be, and all kinds of weapons will dare to use them boldly.

Of course, if you run into the mountains and old forests, that's a different matter.

Zhuge Yinghui's body fell lightly to the cement floor of the vegetable market, and one of his hearts also fell into the abyss.

Because, he saw the white wolf.

The steppe wolf king, Er Tichi, stood not far away, holding his hands on his chest, looking at him coldly, the distance between them was less than ten meters. In the other two directions, there were also two tall and sturdy men. Of the six hussars that the wolf king brought with him, five of them had already appeared, and the other one, although Zhuge Yinghui had not seen it for the time being, he could guess that it must be nearby. He will show up when he is needed.

chased Zhuge Yinghui's ass for more than a year, almost ran through most of Huaxia Kingdom, and finally blocked him here, but the white wolf did not see joy on his face, and he did not rush forward to make a move, just looked at him lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Steal the king, return the jade pendant to me, hand over the periwinkle incense, and follow me back to the grassland." Perhaps, I can not kill you! ”

Zhuge Yinghui smiled, smiling as if he was quite happy, and said while laughing: "First, Changchun Xiang has long been out of my place; second, the jade pendant can be returned to you; Third, I won't go back to the grassland with you. Fourth, and most importantly, I never put my life and death on the kindness of others. ”

The white wolf stared at him coldly and did not speak.

There was a loud bang, and a wall fell behind Zhuge Yinghui, which was the simple brick wall of the noodle shop owner's bathroom, which was no different from paper paste under Agoura's iron palm.

A palm the size of a fan grabbed Zhuge Yinghui like lightning. That posture is like an eagle catching a chicken, and it is just like a giant spirit pressing on the top.

Zhuge Yinghui's body twisted like a ripple of water, and the whole person disappeared in place, and the next moment, he appeared three meters away, and he could avoid Agoura's thunderous grasp.

"King Steal, do you think you can still call the shots in this situation?"

The white wolf said with a sneer.

Zhuge Yinghui laughed and said, "Wolf King, whether you want to arrest me back to the grassland, you have the final say; However, whether you want to return your things to you, you don't count, I say it. ”

The meaning of these words is clear: you can kill me, but I can disgust you!

Although these two are obviously not above the same level, anyone can see that Zhuge Yinghui is not a joke, but it is really possible to do so. A maverick guy like Zhuge Yinghui can never speculate on his psychology with common sense.

"Big brother, talk nonsense with him, give this guy to me, I can kill him slowly. I'll try it this time and see if I can set a new record...... No, I could really kill him for ten days. ”

Temur's short figure appeared on the broken roof of the noodle shop's bathroom, looked at Zhuge Yinghui condescendingly, and said with a cruel smile.

Zhuge Yinghui's face really changed.

He would rather fall into the hands of Agoura than in the hands of Temur.

This guy is a super pervert.

Kill a person, you can kill for ten days!

Ling Chi executed Liu Jin, the great eunuch of the Ming Dynasty, and cut 4,700 knives, and only killed him for three days! (To be continued......)