The big war is about to break out.

The streets were pitch black, with only sporadic lights, and the air smelled of drowsy in confusion.

Lin Feng finally knew that Zhuge Cangyue Weishenme would choose the Hurricane Bar.

It's a perfect place to attack, to retreat.

The four hundred people brought by Wang Zhantian didn't know where they went, and there were only more than thirty people from the Dragon League on the street.

Lin Feng had long known that Wang Zhantian was teasing himself, and he didn't expect him to help him, so when he saw the scene in front of him, it didn't matter.

Lin Feng stood at the door of the bar, and standing next to him were Zhuge Cangyue and Wang Gege.

After waiting for less than a minute, a trembling sound came from the side of the road, and Lin Feng knew that Zhang Meng had brought someone here.

"Zhuge Cangyue, have you arranged everything?" Lin Feng smiled and looked at the five or six large trucks that were slowly looking towards the hurricane bar.

"Don't worry, although there are a hundred more people than the Dragon League, I promise that they will not come back today." Zhuge Cangyue said with a cold murderous aura in his voice.

Lin Feng laughed.

He clearly remembered the first time Yujian this girl, she was still a bodhisattva heart, persuading herself not to kill, but only a few days later, this girl has become the current picture.

Lin Feng didn't know if the environment had changed her, or if this girl was such a character.

At the front of the line was a Land Rover, parked safely at the door of the Hurricane.

The driver was a fierce animal in his thirties, but after seeing him get out of the car, he walked to the back door in three steps and two steps, and opened the door.

A pair of polished and shiny leather shoes appeared in front of everyone, and then a middle-aged man about forty years old stepped out of the car.

A horse face, a garlic nose, and a pair of pea-sized eyes, but with a murderous aura that cannot be ignored.

DRESSED IN A WELL-FITTING TUNIC, HIS HAIRSTYLE IS THE SAME AS HIS LEATHER SHOES, AND HE LOOKS LIKE A DOG TIAN, AND FLIES HAVE TO SLIP WHEN THEY GO UP.

This is Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng, one of the four King Kongs of Mochizuki Pavilion.

After Zhang Meng got out of the car, many people jumped off the truck like dumplings in the pot, all holding sharp weapons, and they were murderous.

"Are you Lin Feng?" Standing in front of Lin Feng, Zhang Meng's expression was gloomy and his tone was even more gloomy.

Lin Feng nodded.

"Now, give both of them a path."

Lin Feng said with a smile: "I would like to hear about it." ”

"First, surrender and return to Mochizuki Pavilion, and second, you are tired of being crooked and want to die, you choose for yourself."

"And what if I choose the third way?"

"What?" Zhang shouted fiercely.

"You're dead." Lin Feng's expression

Boom.

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, not only Zhang Meng was daxiao, but even the three hundred people in the Moon Pavilion also laughed.

"Since you are tired of being crooked, then I will fulfill you." Zhang Meng shouted.

"Then try." Lin Feng looked directly at Zhang Meng with a fierce murderous aura in his eyes.

"Brothers, give it to me!"

As he spoke, Zhang Meng waved his hand.

After the three hundred people of the Moon Pavilion received the order, they rushed towards Lin Feng and the others, all holding sharp weapons and dancing their teeth and claws, looking quite hideous.

Lin Feng shouted and said, "Brother, do it for me, kill this group of dogs." ”

A big war is on the verge of breaking out.