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"Do you have to compete for the best?"

"It's not just about winning or losing, it's about the righteousness we insist on."

Lin Xiaofeng also had an accidental impulse that he had never had, and the time for a few sentences of dialogue had disappeared, leaving only the waves that were still rippling in his heart, slowly calming down.

"I'm tired, let's sleep." Lin Xiaofeng didn't loosen the tie for Zha Feng, turned off the lights, and went back to the room.

In the dark, Zha Feng was lying on the sofa, his hands were still tied behind his back, his arm joints were a little sore, and the knife wounds on his chest and thighs were cold, it was a plaster that Lin Xiaofeng asked for from Old Man Deng, and it was indeed useful to stop the bleeding.

I must be worried that they can't find me, tomorrow is the beginning of the prologue, are they all ready?

Zha Feng fell asleep in his thoughts.

In the second half of the night, the wind blew fiercely, the billboard outside the house was blown and blew, the day dawned, but the sun hid behind the dark clouds and did not come out, there were no pedestrians on the streets, and the breakfast shops that opened very early in the past only opened a few sporadically.

Far away in the countryside, outside the abandoned factory building, a few dwarf trees were scraped straight up, and the factory was still unmoved, like a stupid cement block, and like an otherworldly appearance, fearless of this powerful wind.

Boom, a few muffled thunderbolts, the raindrops crashed down suddenly, and several breakfast shops that opened their doors shouted and closed their stalls.

The rain is strong and the wind is strong, the wipers hit the fastest and still can't see the road in front of them, fortunately, there are not many vehicles on the road, scattered cars from all over the county, driving slowly, and finally strangely gathered together, like a convoy, the direction is unswerving to the direction of the countryside.

The fierce sound of raindrops on the roof of the workshop clearly entered the workshop, and dozens of people stood in the workshop without a trace of noise and unease.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the office on the second floor, the office was crowded with people, and everyone's expressions were much more serious than those downstairs, and several eyes were gathered on the two monitors.

Although the monitor outside the factory has done a good job of rainproof measures, the dense rain curtain obscures the view, and the visibility is only about two meters.

"It's coming!" Wu Feng was the first to see the change in the picture, and a commercial vehicle slowly drove into sight.

Wang Fei and Gao Wenwu grabbed the prepared raincoats and walked out of the office, and made a gesture down through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

One, two, three, four, five, six, and seven commercial vehicles were parked in front of the workshop one after another.

The seven cars lined up in a row and did not move for a long time.

Wang Fei and Gao Wenwu opened their eyes and saw dozens of ghosts floating out of the car, which seemed to be exploring the way, and flew straight to the workshop.

As expected, the ghosts were all blocked out of the door, and the ghosts went around in a circle, with nowhere to get into, and returned in vain.

Wang Fei whispered the situation through the headphones.

The door of the car, which had not been moved for a long time, opened, and about 20 big men got out of the car one after another, each with sharp fangs in their mouths, and they were all zombies, but there was no talisman on their heads, this was a wild zombie recruited by Lu.

The leader was Lu, with his hands in his pockets, no one behind him holding an umbrella, the rain instantly drenched them, no one cared about the raging rainstorm, and the momentum was a head higher than Wang Fei's.

On the last three cars, a shriveled old man came down, and next to the old man, an unusually strong man had a yellow charm on his face, holding a black umbrella for the old man, and he was drenched in the rain without care, and the yellow charm fluttered in the wind on his face, but he couldn't blow it off, as if it grew in meat.

After the old man got out of the car, the trunk opened, and the chairs in the car were stacked, and several black coffins were placed.

A big man was carrying a coffin, standing behind the old man menacingly, a total of four big men, a total of four coffins.

Although his vision was not good, Wang Fei still recognized the familiar figure of Old Man Deng and hurriedly informed him of the situation.

The two young men who wanted to be ghosts and zombies sat in two cars, looking at the battle in front of them excitedly and tremblingly, they were so handsome, I really hoped that I could be a member of the rainstorm.

Lu made a gesture, and a zombie walked slowly to the door, and a pair of fleshy palms easily opened the door, and slapped left and right, opening the two doors to the maximum.

The door of the first car opened, Charlo was pushed out of the car with his back tied, the rain slammed Charlo's head and face, and his long messy hair covered his vision, looking very embarrassed, and followed the team into the workshop in the pushing.

About 20 young men in the workshop stood conspicuously in the middle with machetes in two rows, Xu Biao, Izumo, Zha Dajun, Hu Eighteen, Zha Renzhong, Hu Lanlan, Wang Zhihui and Wu Daqing were also divided into two rows and stood in the forefront.

The gate was pushed open, and the storm swept in with a shower, and a pair of wet feet stepped in with the rain.

The two parties stood still, looking at Xu Biao on the opposite side with their heads held high, feeling something, and sneering: "I didn't expect you to cast such an ugly skin." ”

The fat on Xu Biao's face trembled and smiled, "It's really still good-looking as before, and the figure is also good." ”

"Maoshan faction, the Cha family, the Hu family ......" Lu counted the opponents in front of him, "Wang Jindao is outside, and the people of the Wu family are not there, this manpower is much shorter than before." ”

"What? A bunch of old guys fought a few decades ago and haven't had enough? Times have changed, and you don't want to play with young people? Xu Biao's smiling eyes narrowed into a slit.

As soon as the words fell, the door of the workshop opened by the zombie slammed shut automatically, Lu turned his head to look at his brows and frowned slightly, and looked around, "Are the descendants of the Wu family here too?" I didn't expect that there were still people in their family who were mixed up in this industry. ”

"There's so much more you can't think of." Xu Biaoxiao's facial features all came together.

Lu snorted coldly, "Don't be complacent, you can't think of more." ”

The moment the door of the workshop was closed, Wang Fei and Gao Wenwu rushed out with a group of younger brothers and ghosts behind them.

The ghosts on both sides are visible, and they are clearly facing each other.

"We don't seem to have enough people here." The young man who was determined to be a ghost lay in front of the car window and watched hard through the rain.

"Isn't this a kid from the Wang family?" Qingfeng took the lead and stood in front, turned his head and muttered, "Wang Jindao, is this your son?" ”

Wang Jindao turned out from behind Qingfeng and looked at Wang Fei in front of him with a strange expression.

"Dad, why are you with him?" Wang Fei tore off his rain hat and shouted loudly. (To be continued.) )