Zhao Hui walked over, looking at everyone's worried looks, he suddenly wanted to take out Leader Ren to talk about things.

"What? Not confident? Haven't you heard that Leader Ren is showing his might on the edge of the coastal core today? We can be his subordinates. ”

Fei Mingyang shook his head slightly, didn't dare to look at Mr. Zhao, and sighed in a low voice: "Alas! Boss, it's not that we don't have confidence, but we haven't seen Leader Ren send a single reinforcement from beginning to end, will it be ......?"

"Alright, don't guess about the big boss's arrangement." Zhao Hui waved his hand, interrupting Fei Mingyang's complaint.

As far as he is concerned, the current situation is exactly what he is happy to see, if the leader really sends someone to support, it will inevitably have a conflict of interests, and Zhao Hui does not want anyone to share power with him.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of the scythe?" Zhao Hui sat down and tapped lightly on the table.

"I heard that a peace agreement is going to be signed with us." Fei Mingyang hurriedly reported.

"Ridiculous! I don't think they meant that. Zhao Hui smiled faintly, in fact, he could already see different answers from Fei Mingyang's nervous expression.

"Boss, I don't think there's anything wrong with peaceful coexistence." A small boss couldn't help but say what he thought.

"Say no more!" Fei Mingyang's body trembled, and he glared at the little leader fiercely. In his eyes, Zhao Hui was undoubtedly a radical pro-war faction, how could he agree to the so-called peace agreement.

Zhao Hui patted his head, the trick of killing chickens and making an example of monkeys has been used several times, and the effect is obvious, "The peace in front of you is not really peace, is it?" ”

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the big tent, his idea was very simple, take advantage of the prestige of the leader to continue the attack, and take the Binhe District as soon as possible to complete the mission.

In the open space outside the tent, the guy known as the sickle wiped the scimitar that he had become famous for, somewhat depressed. Although it is not attached to any faction, it has also created its own "neutral" team and has a place in the coastal nuclear area.

Because he didn't belong to any faction, when Zhao Hui suddenly rose, he received invitations from many faction leaders in just one week. Unable to withstand repeated lobbying, Scythe reluctantly chose this new identity.

"I hope that kid knows each other a little, otherwise ......"

He shook his head with a wry smile, the terrifying strength displayed by the leader of Ren made everyone jealous. The plan to expel Zhao Hui was temporarily turned into a peace agreement, so it couldn't be simpler in his opinion.

Crash! The teams that were on standby were separated from the left and right.

Scythe looked up and saw a young man in his twenties walking out surrounded by minions, this was the first time he faced Zhao Hui, who was rumored to be a god, he didn't expect to be so young.

"You're the scythe?" Zhao Hui stopped, his gaze following the scimitar in front of him and falling on its owner.

"That's right! It's me, you should be Boss Zhao, right? I didn't expect to be so young and have such an achievement. The scythe straightened up, carrying the scimitar over his shoulder, and his mouth was polite but unscrupulous.

"Humph!" Zhao Hui's face turned cold, and his original good mood disappeared in an instant, "Now you have two choices, surrender or perish." ”

The voice was cold, so cold that everyone around felt a chill.

"Boy, do you have any understanding of the general situation in the Special Administrative Region?"

"I don't like to repeat words."

Hearing this, Scythe's face changed, but he didn't expect Zhao Hui to be so strong, and he held back his anger and asked, "What do you want?" ”

Zhao Hui's outstretched hand raised three fingers, "Count to three, make a decision as soon as possible." ”

"One!"

"Boy, you ......"

"Two!" Zhao Hui counted quietly, looking completely indifferent.

"Don't be too arrogant...... Scythe's forehead couldn't help but shed some cold sweat, and he felt a sense of oppression from the young man in front of him that only had a strong man.

Zhao Hui's eyes narrowed, and two cold rays of light shot out from it, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened, "Three!" ”

The force climbed the ground beneath his feet, propelling his body like a cannonball into the crowd on the other side, his fist directed straight at the scythe's chest.

"Golden bell jar!" The scythe retreated backwards with a low snort, the opponent's speed was too fast for him to block with the scimitar.

Zhao Hui heard the words "Golden Bell Jar" very clearly, and couldn't help laughing in his heart, "It turned out to be a human being, it seems that the coalition forces have laid a lot of eyeliner in the Storm Clan, otherwise how could this Golden Bell Jar kung fu." ”

After the muffled sound of a drum, the scythe slid backwards in a standing position, and the people in its path flipped on their backs and screamed.

"Sure enough, it's not an ordinary person, the Stygian wave is good." Zhao Hui raised his eyebrows slightly, and the huge force hit his body like an iron block, and his fist was no better.

The scythe looked at Zhao Hui's bloody fist, then at his calm and normal face, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Good boy! You can't help me, why don't you agree to everyone's proposal, how about the coastal nuclear area be safe? ”

Zhao Hui slowly stretched out his fingers, clicking, his eyes looked coldly at the sickle in the middle that was protected by the minions in the distance, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said with a sneer: "You brought such a large group of people to my territory to show off your might, and let me get along with you safely?" Do you think I can't help you? ”

As he spoke, the strength of his whole body began to shift, and his muscles tightened. The fist is still the same fist, but the color gradually changes from white to red, from red to blue, and finally to purple.

It was the Purple Light Fist, or the Purple Steel Fist, that he stole from Qiu Zhongzhong, thanks to Situ Yao.

The scythe's face became solemn, and the scimitar on his shoulder had changed position and crossed in front of him, and he whispered to the left and right, "You guys disperse." ”

Zhao Hui's legs burst out with great force again, and disappeared in their original position in a blink of an eye.

The scythe holds the weapon horizontally in front of him and uses the golden bell jar at the same time, which is an extra layer of insurance.

Under the collision between the two, the thick scimitar was torn apart by the purple light fist. The purple light fist did not stop, and in the extremely shocked gaze of the scythe, it was deeply imprinted into his chest.

A shockwave spread rapidly after a muffled sound, and the scythe suddenly heard the sound of his sternum collapsing, and with a puzzled expression, it was like a cannonball being shot far away.

Blood spurted out, knocking over many tents before collapsing in a pile of broken ruins. But his eyes still widened in disbelief, and the golden bell jar was actually broken by the young man of the Stormwind Clan.

His spirit was still in a trance, not only was he physically weak, but all his beliefs had collapsed.

The scene boiled all at once, and the minions here were cheering, while the people brought by the scythe panicked.

Zhao Hui glanced at his opponent who was lying unconscious in the ruins in the distance, and shook his head slightly. He knew that the scythe was not dead, and as a vault breaker, he could easily tell whether the other party was dead or alive from the taste.

His arm gradually recovered as before, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a satisfied smile, he was glad that he had learned a lot in the Silver Moon Gang.