Innocent victims. This is a very interesting statement, if the ponytail that was supposed to be traded with Lu Jia is "innocent", then the most likely explanation is that he is just a passer-by who has the misfortune to be involved in the incident.

The series of inferences that this brings are terrifying to think about.

Facing Lu Jia's confident gaze, Meng Chuanbai began to re-examine this opponent.

He almost forgot that Lu Jia was also a host before, and he was at the "top ten" level.

His teacher had never told him anything about this person, and before leaving, Meng Chuanbai didn't even notice that the teacher had buried such a hand in the setting of the travel plan. The only thing he knew about Lu Jia was the account of the latter's defection after killing his colleagues, as well as the seventh information at the time. That year's "Cangjie" had not yet taken the position, and there was no exclusive name for each host as now, so Meng Chuanbai could not judge the characteristics of the other party by the name, so he could only vaguely classify it into the "top ten and the second half" level to guard.

But he forgot that it was the standard of the year. Today's "first place" - his teacher - came out of that era of fierce competition, and he is still able to firmly press the young hosts in old age, if he is twenty years younger, the gap will only be greater. From this point of view, those who lost to him back then may not be inferior to the young hosts in the same position today, and today, they may be the strongest under one person.

In fact, when he heard the other party's words, Meng Chuanbai had already realized that he had encountered the most difficult opponent in history. This transaction, which revolves around the Crystal Skull, is simply a trap to lure him out! Instead of facing an assassin who didn't know when to make a move, Lu Jia chose to sell a flaw and use an opportunity to lure the other party out of an illegal transaction. Although this approach may be suspicious, it is difficult for most people to resist a face-to-face, close-up encounter compared to the usual target surrounded by bodyguards and under heavy protection.

Because of this idea of saving trouble, Meng Chuanbai was designed solidly.

He had also investigated, the owner of the ship was a businessman, and he had inextricable connections with Lu Jia in private, and his friendship was not shallow, but because he felt that it was enough, his investigation ended here. Now it seems that even the owner of this ship is a chess piece laid by Lu Jia a long time ago, in the final analysis, this ship is his own at all! He has absolute control over this ship, and can lay any trap on the ship, maybe while they are talking, Lu Jia has already laid a large number of ambushes outside the room, just waiting for the opportunity to kill and completely solve his trouble on the high seas.

In addition to these, the other party may have other hidden backhands? Anything is possible in this vast sea. In the case of close strength, compared with the isolated Meng Chuanbai, Lu Jia at least occupies the geographical advantage and the people, and the victory is in his hands.

In retrospect, those colleagues who died in the line of duty may have died under similar methods. Lu Jia, who thought that he was in the dark and wanted to execute the bright place, did not think that the extremely cautious other party had already received the news, and waited for them to throw themselves into the net. At this time, Meng Chuanbai was just a new round of victims of this old scheme.

He frowned, feeling the remorse welling up in his heart.

Everything comes from carelessness. Thinking about it carefully, with Lu Jia's financial resources and influence, there is no need to obtain anything by risking the theft of cultural relics, and there are many more effective means and channels at his level. What's more, he still took matters into his own hands in this incident, and it was clear that as long as he gave an order, many people would be willing to take this risk for him for a little money.

Meng Chuanbai didn't actually think of these flaws, but at that time he was blinded by the emotions of contempt for the enemy, and mistakenly put his wishes above rational thinking, thinking that this was a God-given opportunity to get closer to his goal. Under the guidance of the other party's various details, he deduced that Lu Jia did the theft of cultural relics in order to curry favor with the "Boss Huang", and was convinced of this, so he took the place of the trader and got on the ship. In retrospect, if he had been properly interrogated when he caught the real "ponytail", maybe he would have been able to find the flaw one step ahead of time, and he would not have fallen into such a passive situation at this time.

Now it seems that most of the "Boss Huang" mentioned by Lu Jia still refers to something else......

"That's right, I'm talking about Huang Lao."

Lu Jia seemed to see through what he was thinking, and sneered and said it: "Come to think of it, until just now, I was still giving you hints." Remember what I just said? If you take the pistol back from the box and let the old guy give him a shot, I'll make sure his headache won't happen again!" That's the truth, hahaha! ”

He laughed, and the wound on his face trembled, looking a little hideous. Meng Chuanbai's strongest blow only left such a wound on his face that could heal in a few days, but at this time, he had already invited Jun into the urn, and he could kill the other party at any time. With such a reversal, it is no wonder that he will not hide his pride.

However, Meng Chuanbai looked at him deeply, and his originally tense expression slowly relaxed.

"Looks like you're enjoying it." He smiled lightly, "We've all made mistakes, and that's even." ”

Lu Jia's laughter came to an abrupt end.

As if the crisis had been lifted, Meng Chuanbai fell backwards and leaned comfortably on the sofa, the knife flying up and down between his fingers, light as a dance. Looking at Lu Jia's gradually sinking face, he continued lightly: "That's right, I underestimated the enemy, and now I am doing this on my own." But thankfully you made the same mistake, and if it weren't for that, I'd be a corpse by now. ”

Lu Jia didn't say a word. Sometimes no rebuttal is the best answer.

"Let me guess...... You must have had this kind of one-on-one duel with the previous hosts before you killed them, right? Meng Chuanbai tapped the corner of his forehead and thought about it, "By the way, you should enjoy this feeling very much, who in Xifeng doesn't like to trample others under their feet." After abandoning your status as a host, you are incognito here, and although you are invincible in the mall, you rarely find the thrill of beating others one-on-one. At this time, a host came to the door, so you used to be a peer with itchy hands for a while, and it is also very reasonable to want to weigh your current pounds, not to mention that this can also make you find excitement and feel confident and happy...... Pity. ”

Meng Chuanbai sneered: "It's a pity that you ran into me." ”

The feeling of loss just now had completely disappeared from him, and Meng Chuanbai's face once again exuded that arrogant light. He looked into Lu Jia's eyes and said word by word: "Not only was I not killed, but I was the first to hurt you, right?" ”

Lu Jia was also sneering: "If this kind of mark is also called injury." ”

"It's just a little bit darker and a little bit shallow. If I hadn't been too disciplined and thought about counting your charges before I did it, you'd be a corpse by now, and you'd still be in a different place. Meng Chuanbai shrugged, "Needless to say, you must now regret letting me put a knife on your neck—no, this is the 'fear'." ”

He pointed out the door and continued, "What you regret is that you didn't make the corresponding arrangements in advance, and you were too superstitious about your own power. I guess it was my careless, almost unsuspecting performance that gave you the illusion that it was chasing another young rookie in name only, so I misjudged the situation, thinking that as long as the field was cleared, I could solve it by myself, and by the way, I could enjoy the pleasure of a torture and killing...... Okay, now I'm still standing in front of you, and if you've got something hidden outside the door, you can move out now. ”

He raised his head and looked at Lu Jia defiantly, spreading his hands: "Is there one?" Not really. ”

Lu Jia responded again with silence. But his hand was slowly reaching to the side, sneaking in the direction of the pistol.

"I missed a great opportunity to kill you, and now you miss it too, and we're even." Meng Chuanbai shrugged, "The current situation is still one-on-one between us. Although I lost the advantage of being the first to strike, you also have to be able to walk out of this room in order to be able to grasp the advantages of the place and the people. ”

The knife in his hand slowly raised, and the bright blade reflected his gradually gloomy eyes.

"So, now is the second round?" He smiled, "Your 'palm blade' is too broken to be used anymore, right?" What's next? ”

His gaze moved to Lu Jia's secretly moving hand: "Do you use a gun?" Do you think you're going to raise your gun faster than I can swing it? ”

said it contemptuously, but Meng Chuanbai's actions did not dare to be contemptuous. As he spoke, his hand was already gripping the hilt of the knife and his wrist was relaxed a little, making sure that he could swing the knife at the best angle at any given speed. There is no need for him to strike first, as attacks will inevitably bring flaws in master-level duels, and fellow masters will never miss such an opportunity. In order to make the most efficient attack, the first choice is to "strike backward".

He knew that Lu Jia's silence and movements were all luring him to make a move, and he was also waiting for the moment when Lu Jia couldn't hold his breath.

Time passed minute by minute, neither of them moved, and the room that had just been filled with the sound of words was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of your heart beating. Having learned from the experience of underestimating the enemy, Meng Chuanbai's attention never left the other party for a moment, Lu Jia's expression, movements, and even the subtle movements of every muscle on his arm, Meng Chuanbai saw it completely in his eyes.

It's just that in his preoccupied opinion, Lu Jia seems to be a little distracted. He noticed a slight movement of the other's ears, as if catching something. Before he could figure out the meaning of this detail, the old man had already shown that strange smile again, and there was an instant smug look in his eyes when he looked at Meng Chuanbai.

"Looks like I won." He laughed suddenly.

Just when Meng Chuanbai was thinking about the meaning of these words, Lu Jia suddenly reached out and grabbed the pistol, and then immediately pulled the trigger! The gun that had not been fully raised directly fired several rounds directly to the side, although Meng Chuanbai had doubts in his heart, his body naturally reacted with the sound! I saw that he had already taken a step forward at the moment of the gunshot, his arm forward, the blade of the knife was raised, and he stabbed straight towards Lu Jia's face! This knife is undoubtedly aimed at killing with one blow!

In an instant, there was another spark! At the moment when there was no time to delay, Lu Jia raised his hand like lightning, and the broken blade in his palm met the blade, narrowly and dangerously bounced off Meng Chuanbai's offensive. But as the latter said, the broken blade was originally intended to be used as a hidden weapon, and could not withstand continuous impacts. The attack and defense just now has made it reach the limit, and at this time, the hard knife is the last straw on the camel's back, only to see a flash of sparks, this broken blade directly collapsed into pieces!

"The winner is divided." Meng Chuanbai thought secretly.

The hand holding the gun was still on the periphery, but the black blade on the other side had collapsed, and at this time, Lu Jia was almost facing the violence of a top host with his bare hands, and everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion. However, at the moment when he was about to swing his second sword, a crisp cry pierced the silence of the battlefield.

"Stop!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman in an overcoat standing there.

She held a black police gun in her flat hand.

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