Late at night, Cao Yun put on his clothes and pushed the door out, only to find that the lights in the opposite room were on.

She quickly went downstairs, only to find that the entire hotel lobby was in tatters, as if bandits had come to rob it.

Only the crystal chandelier that fell on the ground and shattered, and the guzheng that was trampled on by someone, were still on the ground.

After going out, a black car stopped, and Cao Yun pulled the car door and sat on it.

The driver was wearing a hat and could not see his face clearly.

"We have received news that your father will meet foreigners in the capital and borrow money in the name of Beiyang, which will undoubtedly make things worse for our compatriots."

Cao Yun was silent for a moment and asked, "I'm going to stop my father?" ”

"It's difficult, but for the sake of our compatriots, you need to act at the right time, and it's better to find the contract he signed and send it back to the south."

"I'll leave in the next two days and go back to Beicheng." Cao Yun said.

"You'd better get out of that hotel." The driver said: "According to our investigation, the Axe Gang had a conflict with a man in the hotel. ”

"Conflict?"

Cao Yun has also been reading the newspaper recently, such as the Axe Gang's headquarters being forcibly broken into, and the Axe Gang's search for people, etc., have already been in an uproar after the media dissemination.

It is said that the leader of the Axe Gang was also held hostage.

Even though Cao Yun had just arrived here, he knew that according to the character of the Axe Gang, he would not give up.

"Is that him?" Thinking of the strange piano sound and Zhang Wen who advised him not to go out, Cao Yun already had the answer in his heart.

"There are many capable hermits and martial arts masters in our land." "However, it is not the power of one person to save the country, and only when the 400 million compatriots in this land awaken can we usher in real peace," the driver said. ”

Cao Yun thought so, and she nodded: "I know." ”

The car braked suddenly, and Cao Yun lay forward by inertia.

"Tonight we are here to elect the president of the Flower Domain." The driver said, "You're here to see the show." ”

Cao Yun nodded, pushed the car door, and changed his smiling expression.

The so-called President of Huayu is just a group of senior ladies scratching their heads on the stage, and finally selling themselves for a good price.

Cao Yun, who was good at hiding his identity, just found a seat and sat down and watched quietly.

However, the discussion on the side made Cao Yun feel better.

People who can come here to spend and buy tickets are either rich or expensive, and they are all brightly dressed.

"There are a lot of martial arts masters, Wulang gossip stick, Hongjia iron fist, twelve-way Tan legs, tsk, the people of the Axe Gang also have some real skills!"

Cao Yun walked over and asked, "Kung Fu?" ”

Seeing that Cao Yun was extravagant, the other party nodded: "Kung Fu!" I'm afraid that no one in the whole of Shanghai doesn't know that the number one killer in the list is broken. ”

Another person answered and said, "As soon as the piano sounds, the head falls to the ground!" ”

"So powerful?" Cao Yun frowned.

But someone said, "It's amazing, but it's not as good as bullets and shells, so it's not great." ”

Thinking of the smashed guzheng in the lobby, as well as those inexplicable sword scars, Cao Yun's sense of strangeness was even heavier.

The woman in the revealing costume became the president of the flower field tonight, auctioning off the ownership of the night.

Cao Yun was not interested, and finally left with the crowd at the end of the show.

It's just that in addition to her own mission this time, all that is left in her mind is the "kung fu" that those people talk about, and the mess in the hotel.

On the second day, Cao Yun was curious and wanted to meet the so-called martial arts masters who lived in seclusion in the city.

It's just that the waiter told her that Zhang Wen left early in the morning.

"Forget it, let's go home first."

……

"Pigpen Walled City!"

Zhang Wen glanced up at the sign of the tube building and walked in.

Although he is not brightly dressed, Zhang Wen, who is obviously extraordinary in the texture and fabric of the robe, looks out of place when he walks into the tube building.

Along the way, the crowd subconsciously parted to make way for him.

Zhang Wen stopped in front of the tailor shop.

The middle-aged man with his ass twisting came out and asked with a smile, "Guest, do you make clothes?" ”

"yes, making clothes." Zhang Wen nodded: "I want the fabric to be better, and it's best to wear it for a long time." ”

"You can rest assured that our fabrics are of the highest quality and very cheap." The middle-aged man came to Zhang Wen with a soft ruler and said, "Let me help you measure the size?" ”

Zhang Wen nodded.

"When are you going to pick it up?" The middle-aged man asked after measuring his measurements.

"The sooner the better."

Zhang Wen took the money casually and handed it over.

"Oh, charter man, why are you like this~" A woman wearing a high-forked cheongsam ran out of the pastry shop next door with a shy scream.

The people around me have long been surprised by this.

"Ah Zhen, you're really here!" The middle-aged man who was carrying the morning covered his face and walked out of the shop.

It's just that when he saw Zhang Wen, his face changed slightly.

The charter man covered his face with one hand and wanted to bypass Zhang Wen, but Zhang Wen quickly followed: "Zhou Xiyu, do you recognize him?" ”

"I don't know, what kind of porridge, I drank soy milk today! It's quite thin. ”

Although there is only one side, those who practice martial arts, especially the masters, will not have a bad memory.

Zhang Wen didn't expect that he was just guessing, and after meeting, he directly confirmed the conjecture.

"I'm here for you this time." Zhang Wen raised his hand and pressed the shoulder of the charter officer, and the charter man shook his body seemingly unintentionally, and actually shook Zhang Wen's hand down.

"Four or two thousand pounds?" Zhang Wen staggered forward half a step.

However, the charter man didn't leave again, he was afraid that Zhang Wen would really shout at the top of his voice.

"I've quit the rivers and lakes, what do you want, big brother? My son killed Zhou Xiyu, but he has already lost his life! The charter man said helplessly.

"Do me a favor."

Zhang Wen said: "It shouldn't be difficult for you, and you are also the only peerless master I can think of." ”

"If you don't help, okay?"

"Don't worry, it's not that hard." Zhang Wen said: "It can be done in one room, just the two of us." ”

The charter man covered his chest with his hands: "Hey, aren't you, so perverted?" ”

Pig cage walled city, chartered public room.

The husband and wife of the charter man and the charter wife sat at the table and looked at Zhang Wen who was smiling.

"Is your head funny?" The charter man pointed to his head and asked, "Let's beat you?" ”

"That's right." Zhang Wen nodded: "And it's a hard beating." ”

The charter wife had just ordered a cigarette and found that there was no lighter in her hand, Zhang Wen raised her hand to take a breath, and the lighter flew into his hand.

"Snap" lit lighter and handed it to the charter wife.

The charter lady raised her eyebrows and glanced at Zhang Wen, and stretched out the cigarette.

"Zizi~"

The cigarette glows red.

"Whew~" choking white smoke spat out of its mouth.

"Horizontal Kung Fu?" The charter lady asked.

"Iron cloth shirt, iron bull gong, door crotch gong, iron head gong." Zhang Wen nodded.

"So hard? To what extent? ”

Zhang Wen said: "Dacheng." ”

"Horizontal kung fu to the end of the day? You guess you're in your twenties, right? The charter wife looked at Zhang Wen in disbelief: "As far as I know, there is no quick way to practice kung fu." ”

"That's right." Zhang Wen nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed the dinner knife on the table.

A knife stabbed into his arm.

Boom!

The tip of the knife was curled, but the arm was not injured.

Zhang Wen pinched the curly tip of the knife with two fingers, and his fingers were like iron pliers, slowly pinching the tip of the knife.

Place the knife back on the table.

"Could it be that your kid is a once-in-a-century martial arts wizard?" The charter man looked at Zhang Wen.