The woman was able to sit peacefully in the midst of this group of bandits, and it was obvious that she was also one of them. She is very famous, not only in bandit circles, but also among ordinary people.

She is famous not because she is fierce as a female bandit, but because all the people under her command are delicate women. When it comes to the red lady in Heilongjiang Province, there is absolutely nothing you don't know.

Of course, there will be many troubles when you become famous, the attention of the common people, the attention of public opinion, the attention of other bandits, and the attention from the official army. If you want to survive intact and free, you must definitely have the ability that others don't have.

And judging from the fact that the red lady can sit here leisurely now, and others do not mean to harass too much, she obviously has such ability.

And the reason why she wants to sit here is not to say that she is overturned by Wang Zheng, the White Dragon King who has never heard of it, but that Wang Zheng found the mountain where no one knows where it is, and sent an invitation.

The experience of the others is similar, either they are shocked by the murderous monkeys of the White Dragon Army close at hand like Zhen Sanjiang, or they come for the invitation that was quietly delivered.

Although they have become mortal enemies because of their proximity, although they have been attacking each other for more than ten years, their respective strength has not decreased at all, but has slowly and steadily become a state of rise.

I always want to lean on the literary side when I speak, but I don't know what the name of the fake scholar is that he doesn't know what his name is, and everyone who knows him calls him a scribe, but in fact, he is a carpenter, with about 300 people under him, most of whom are envious of the craftsman who is a scholar. With the hidden weapon, he also created a great reputation.

The provocative man with such a fashionable hairstyle as a hedgehog head is a terrible gangster, and his subordinates are all outlaws who kill people and set fires, and the combat effectiveness of a team of more than 100 people is capable of overturning a battalion of officers and soldiers.

Being able to sit here, the other four who didn't speak, of course, is not a simple character. So even if they sit still, the ghost doesn't dare to provoke them, after all, the first thing the ghost has to do is to protect his own life.

The images of these four people are also very interesting, and they are dressed as if to demonstrate the changes of this chaotic era. The two people near Zhensanjiang seem to represent the new society, one is dressed in a neat suit, and there is a lit cigar in his hand slowly burning. This man had been keeping his eyes closed since he entered, and seemed to have no interest in the bustle of the scene outside and the imminent conflict.

The other was a tall and strong man with a height of 1.9 meters, wearing a black military uniform, which seemed to be sewn by himself in imitation of a Russian military uniform. The two scars on the square face that crossed the bridge of his nose added a sense of solemnity to him. His hands were always flat on his knees, and his sitting posture showed obvious traces of military service. The eyes are flat and there is no aimless direct gaze. It seems to have been thinking about his own business.

The two people on the opposite side were slightly dressed in old clothes, and one of them sat alone in the corner with his people, far away from everyone. He was even wearing the long robe of the former Qing Dynasty, with the long braid at the back of his head coiled around his neck, his whole body was relaxed and slumped on the Taishi chair, holding a big pipe in his hand, and from time to time he took a big puff on the candle flame in the hand of the same long braid servant behind him, and then comfortably highlighted a string of smoke. You don't have to look to know it's smoking a big cigarette.

The other was dressed in a short military uniform with a blue cloth wrapped around his head. He kept his head down, playing with a dagger that was more than a foot long. He didn't look interested in anyone else. But those who really know him know that he is absolutely always looking for all the flaws that exist, will appear, and may exist in the other seven, making sure that he has the ability to kill the enemy in one blow at any time.

These four people didn't have the slightest intersection, but they knew each other at the first sight. The other three are definitely the same kind of people as themselves in their hearts, the difference is only where they are and how they choose!

At this time, the Bailong Silver Horn below began to issue deposit receipts, and the enthusiasm of the crowd was also tempted by this ocean and exploded to the top. The originally bustling crowd began to crowd the store, but Wang Zheng, who grew up bombarded by the news of later generations, obviously expected this. In order to prevent a stampede from affecting the creation of a dark spot under his lights, he sent someone to control the police chief in advance and transferred a large number of police officers to maintain order.

Actually, I want to meet them. Wang Zheng didn't need to do such a troublesome thing at all, as long as he found a random place, even if it was the lobby of an ordinary tavern, no one would be able to find them. But the eight weirdos won't believe it, so in order to appease their hearts, they had to make such a show about the opening of this business, after all, everyone knows the phrase that the lights are dark.

At the moment when the climax reached below, the door of the private room opened, and Wang Zheng strode in with Jin Liuniang.

"Yo! The White Dragon King's shelf is really big enough, we have been invited all the way to come, not to mention that we don't even have a meal of wine and meat, even if we want to see you, we have to wait in this hut for a few hours! As soon as the door opened, the attention of the sixteen people in the room was all focused on Wang Zheng and the two, and the scribe couldn't help but say sarcastically when he saw that Wang Zheng looked unhurried.

Wang Zheng glanced at him lightly, ignored him, and walked straight to the main seat and sat down. Jin Liuniang stopped, looked at the scribe who was staring at him, and said with a smile: "There will naturally be a banquet, but not now." As for the hours in your mouth, it seems that less than half an hour has passed since you entered the room. This made the little woman a little puzzled, I don't know if your time is faster than everyone else, or have you really reached the realm of 'the deceased is like Sifu'? After saying that, he turned around and left, not giving him a chance to fight back at all.

The scribe suddenly became angry, and the fan pointed at Jin Liuniang, unable to say a word.

The terrible ghost slapped the table loudly and applauded, "That's right, this fake scribe just has a lot of trouble!" ”

The scribe suddenly shifted his target, stared at the deadly ghost and sneered, "You can just pat yourself hard, so that you can show your worth!" ”

After a while, the room fell silent again. Wang Zheng raised his eyes to look at the sixteen people present, and his gaze stayed for a moment on Zhen Sanjiang and the attendants he brought behind him. It's not because of Zhen Sanjiang himself, but he didn't expect that the so-called attendant he brought with him turned out to be the second leader of their Erlong Mountain, Xian'er with the Sanjiang Red Bandit! (To be continued......)