Fang Buwei sighed and pulled Chen Fengshi over.

"Pick some disciples who have fully believed, line up the chéngrén wall, and protect a few masters in the middle...... Listen clearly, absolutely believe the ......"

Absolutely trustworthy disciple?

Situ Meitang's heart jumped, and he glanced at Huang Sande.

The one who stunned Zhang Yonghe was a disciple of An Liangtang?

Fang Buwei has been in Anliang Hall for more than a month, so it is impossible not to even call the name of the disciple of the main hall, right?

Situ Meitang relieved himself.

He really didn't suspect that he was wrong, Fang Buwei really couldn't call it, he only knew that it was Gao Zhensheng's subordinates.

"Everyone, please make it easy!"

Fang Buwei squeezed out a smile and hugged his fists.

He was really a little angry.

Situ Meitang and Huang Sande are too big.

The two old men have lived in the open sea for a long time, and they think that they have experienced countless winds and waves, and their thoughts are still stuck in decades ago, how can a mere assassin be a hundreds of strong opponents?

The word "spy" is too underestimated.

Now he just wants to get this traitor out as soon as possible, and then send Situ Meitang back to the main hall safely.

As for who the spy was assigned, it is not too late to investigate.

Everyone guessed that Fang Buwei should have been ordered by Situ Longtou to catch the real murderer, and automatically made way for him.

Fang Buwei walked out of the crowd and leaned against a table.

The spy stood near the window, and when he saw Fang Buwei, he subconsciously lowered his eyelids.

I don't know how to hide my emotions at all, I'm definitely not a spy, and I'm eighty percent bought.

Fang Buwei stretched out his hand and pointed, "You come here!" ”

Everyone's eyes followed the direction of Fang Buwei's finger.

The people standing there were all the disciples of An Liangtang's Bingtang, and Gao Zhensheng's subordinates still didn't make arrangements and let them guard all the exits.

Fang is not referring to one of them.

He didn't expect that he didn't cheat the spy out, but first tricked out a traitor?

When all the guests lined up to walk in front of Zhang Yonghe, this disciple left the window unguarded, but sneakily leaned over and watched for almost a minute before leaving.

Then he slipped into the crowd again, and only returned to the window after a minute or two.

He didn't know what to say to the disciples outside, and after a while, someone outside handed him a bag of things.

There were curtains blocking it, and Fang Buwei didn't see what it was.

The mole crouched down and tinkered for a few seconds, taking advantage of the fact that he was not paying attention, as if he had thrown something under the table.

Fang was not afraid that it was a weapon such as a grenade, and he was even more afraid that there would be his accomplices in the hall, so he didn't dare to speak out.

"Is it a disciple of the main hall?" I don't know who exclaimed.

Situ Meitang's chest was covered, and his eyes protruded.

It turned out that it was really a disciple in the hall who did it?

Where do you put this old face in the future?

Chen Fengshi saw that it was wrong, and hurriedly patted Situ Meitang's back to comfort him.

"There are thousands of children in the main hall, what's so strange about one or two scum?" Huang Sande comforted.

"Bring it here!" Situ Meitang shouted.

"Poof!" With a bang, without waiting for Fang Fang to move, the disciple knelt down directly and roared loudly, "Mountain Lord, I'm sorry for you......"

To be bad!

Fang Buwei kicked under his feet and pounced like a flying eagle.

The spy clenched his teeth, his eyes bulged, his facial features twisted into a ball, and his whole body was trembling.

Poisoned?

Fang Buwei's shot was like electricity, and his two hands were like pliers, pinching open the spies' mouth.

A taste of bitter almonds hits the face.

Cyanide?

The gods are here and there is no salvation.

trembling for less than half a minute, the traitor tilted his head and died directly.

He's dead?

The onlookers were stunned.

"This bastard knew that he couldn't survive, but he gave himself a happy ...... first"

"Where's the check?"

"Yes, search ......"

……

"The 'chess pieces' are exposed!"

"How did he find out?"

In the crowd, a man and a woman were next to each other, staring at Fang Buwei tightly.

"I didn't figure it out either!" The man replied.

"Will you find us?"

"Quite possibly!"

The man looked at the wide-mouthed shoes on his feet.

After a long time, the man said, "This man is amazing!" ”

"Where the hell did it come from? Intelligence says he has a high level of martial arts, but the more I look at him, the more he looks like a peer......" the woman replied.

"Probably someone from the FBI!" The man asked.

There is no CIA yet, and the FBI is responsible for all intelligence work in the United States.

"I heard that I came from China, and I just entered Hongmen......

"Do you believe this?" The man sneered, "Can Shina cultivate such a professional talent?" ”

"I don't think it's possible!" The woman replied, "In Shina words, it's like 'divine help.......'"

The man stopped talking, his eyes staring at Fang Buwei like cold arrows.

In front of this person, all the means used to confuse him did not work, and he seemed to be able to see through the fog at a glance and see through the essence.

Until now, the man has not figured out how this person can see through their purpose to the Red Book, and know that they have taken pictures?

Also, how did he know that there was a problem with the "chess piece"?

Fang Buwei stood up violently and lifted the curtains.

The disciple who handed the traitor was standing outside the window, seeing that someone had opened the curtains, he subconsciously glanced at the house, and when he saw the corpse on the ground, his eyes widened suddenly.

There was a sound of footsteps next to him, and Gao Zhensheng also ran over.

"Lao Jiu, what's going on?" Gao Zhensheng glanced at the corpse and asked in surprise.

"What did you just hand him something?" Fang Buwei asked sharply.

He asked the disciple outside the window, but his eyes were fixed on Gao Zhensheng.

"Shoes...... It's a ...... of shoes," the disciple outside the window stammered.

Shoes?

Fang Buwei took two steps back and lifted the tablecloth.

Is there indeed a bag under the table with the mouth open and only a pair of shoes inside?

Not a weapon, just a pair of leather shoes......

"Leather shoes have been found......" When he heard the disciple outside the window shouting "shoes", the man's face changed suddenly.

"What to do!" The woman asked in a low voice.

The man looked at the wide-mouthed cloth shoes on his feet, gritted his teeth and said, "I can't hide it anymore!" ”

There were many people who wore cloth shoes, but all of them were soft-soled shoes.

Like the lower-class disciples of the Hongmen, he was the only one among the guests who wore hard-soled cloth shoes.

And he was still wearing a suit.

"Be loyal to the Emperor!" A look of determination flashed in the woman's eyes.

The man nodded heavily.

The two of them squeezed away the spectators behind them and squeezed towards Situ Meitang's side.

There was a miserable cry outside the window, and when Fang Buwei looked up, Gao Zhensheng cut the disciple's arm and put his face against the window.

"Is there a problem with this one?"

There was a hint of coldness in Gao Zhensheng's voice.

There was a traitor among his subordinates?

How did he explain to the mountain lord and the uncles?

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