From the day Xuanwu Security was established, Xu Zhengdao hoped that this security company could escort its industry. In addition to the security personnel who accept security employment on the surface, there is also a strict internal selection process.

Among them, the security personnel who are not suitable for security work, but have reliable skills and loyalty, and are good at assassination and sabotage, were assigned to the Xuanjia group after some assessment. This group of people is only known to Gao Shanhe and Tian Hao.

In addition, the security personnel who are good at intelligence reconnaissance are grouped into the Eagle Group, which specializes in intelligence gathering. These two groups are directly under the command of Xu Zhengdao. Even if Gao Shanhe wants to transfer, he needs Xu Zhengdao's consent.

After getting the information provided by the Eagle Group, Xu Zhengdao, who was wearing a helmet and riding a locomotive, soon came to the most important flour base of the sixteen piles. As far as the underground forces in Xiangjiang are concerned, they all have their own areas of responsibility.

Whoever does something to cross the line, the two forces must compete to determine the winner. And flour is undoubtedly the most money-making industry for underground forces. Although the authorities have cracked down, the effect does not seem to be significant.

The reason is very simple, if you dare to engage in this kind of business that is strictly ordered by various countries, how can sixteen piles have no backers? Or rather, they buy informants from within the authorities. As soon as there is a stir, they immediately go into hiding.

Or, once in a while, a substitute or two is put in for the authorities to publicize and show their determination to fight this crime. But in fact, there are definitely more foreigners who secretly accept bribes than others imagine.

Especially after someone fell in Kyoto the year before last, many errand officials who served in Xiangjiang now think most about how to make money. Even if this kind of money is made, these officials know that it is not easy to make money. But when you are full, you have nothing more to transfer back to China.

As long as they have money, they can still spend a lot of money when they return to China, and even get promoted and reused. Perhaps it is precisely this deliberate connivance and covert protection that the flour business operated by the underground forces in Xiangjiang has become more and more rampant.

Arrived at the destination, took out Xu Zhengdao who put on Zhong Kui's mask, and once again incarnated as the god of death who slayed demons and demons in the night. Five dark and shiny willow leaf flying knives were already floating in the air, shuttling back and forth in the air under the urging of spiritual power.

Unleashing his spiritual power, the sixteen most important flour bases were already unmistakably revealed in front of him. Seeing the gunmen who were guarding inside, Xu Zhengdao sneered: "If you dare to touch my things, I won't chop my hands, just chop my head!"

After returning to Xiangjiang, he chose to comfort Zhou Huimin for the first time, and he didn't want this incident to leave any shadow on her. After being comforted or caressed, Xu Zhengdao could also feel that Zhou Huimin was finally relieved of this matter.

Now that the woman is appeased, the only thing left to do is to vent the anger in her heart. After choosing the pseudonym "Yan Wu" to start a business, Xu Zhengdao set a rule for himself, that is, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend people." If anyone sins against me, cut down the grass and root it!"

When the five willow leaf knives flew straight to the seemingly dilapidated factory building in front of them, the sixteen piles of gunmen who were on guard with guns soon covered their throats and fell, and some people looked down at their chests with severe pain, not understanding why the attack came from and where it came from.

On the other hand, Xu Zhengdao, who was wearing Zhong Kui's mask, seemed to be visiting a vegetable market, and his steps were light and slowly moving forward. In his way, the gunmen who were loaded with guns and ammunition did not even see him, and their lives were harvested.

It wasn't until the two dark martial artists sitting in the base heard the sound of fluttering from time to time outside, and instantly tensed up and said, "Be alert, someone has broken into the base. Damn, what are the guards out there eating?"

Just as the rest of the gunners were waiting with their guns, the five Willow Leaf Flying Knives that came from the air easily broke through their defenses, and they took their lives without even giving them a chance to react and dodge.

Compared to these gunmen with guns, the two dark warriors saw the willow leaf flying knives flashing in the air, and while their eyes were horrified, they finally saw that there was a person wearing Zhong Kui's mask, walking lightly in front of them.

As dark warriors, they didn't dare to make the slightest movement at all, and the reason was that five willow leaf flying knives that emitted a ghostly light floated in the air to lock them. If they dare to move, the knife will slit their throat or pierce their heart.

"You, who are you?"

"Who I am, it doesn't matter

Want. The important thing is that you are sixteen heaps."

"Damn! Are you a martial arts master who kills the target?"

When one of the Dark Warriors seemed to be unafraid of the threat of the flying knife and pretended to be calm and questioned, the other Dark Warrior said with a trembling voice, "Ah Jin, he, he is the one who assassinated the leader of the Nantoe Gang!"

As soon as these words came out, I remembered the news from the Baocheng Walled City. The murderer who infiltrated the core station of the Nanzhi Gang that day and killed the leader of the Nanzhi Gang is said to be wearing a Zhong Kui mask. And the weapon he is best at using is the extremely sharp throwing knife.

On the other hand, Xu Zhengdao, who heard this, said very calmly, "Is this your last word?"

"Are you going all-out war? We have sixteen piles and more than 100,000 disciples. If you dare to kill us, you will not want to live."

"That's a lot of nonsense!"

The voice fell, locking their four throwing knives, without giving them any chance to react, instantly wiping their throats and chests, and harvesting their lives. Before they died, the two dark warriors didn't even have the ability to resist.

For Xu Zhengdao, who is now promoted to the Xuan Cultivator of the Spiritual Silence Period, he is not afraid of the martial arts master at all. The two dark warriors don't seem to be much different from the gunmen who were harvested their lives before.

Violently unravel the stolen money hidden in the base, as well as the ledgers that have not had time to be checked. In addition, sixteen piles of ammunition stored here were also looted by Xu Zhengdao. It just so happened that the provincial gangsters bought weapons for the Xuanjia group.

After doing this, Xu Zhengdao, who took out a bucket of gasoline, poured the gasoline on the valuable flour. Take out the lighter, light a cigarette, and throw the burning lighter onto the dumped gasoline before leaving.

As the gasoline ignited instantly, a flame rose into the air. When Xu Zhengdao rode on the locomotive to his next destination, this flour base known to the underground forces of Xiangjiang had been reduced to a pile of ruins.

When the fire alarm arrived at the scene and saw a pile of corpses outside the burning ruins, everyone knew that this was a big problem. While asking for support, the sixteen people who heard the news were finally furious.

They all shouted, "Go to war! Damn, if you dare to destroy our base, you have to make him pay."

"How? Do you know who ruined our base? Also, people are martial arts masters, don't you think it's ridiculous to use human lives? And are you really one of those gunmen who eat dry food?"

Everyone has anger, but many people know about the all-out war, and it's just talking. Today's sixteen piles can't cover the sky with one hand. If they really dare to disturb the order of the Xiangjiang River, the authorities will unceremoniously uproot it.

If they lose the cornucopia of Xiangjiang, how much will the loss of their organization be? Besides, without the territory of Xiangjiang, where can they go after leaving? Are those younger brothers who rely on interests to get together willing to leave their homeland with them?