Night.

In the rented van, Zhang Falcon sat in the passenger seat, absentmindedly chewing gum.

Cheng Luo sat in the back row, staring at the three-story villa not far away, still a little nervous, but Mianzhenghe, who was sitting opposite him, looked calm, wiped the short axe in his hand with a rag, and looked calm.

To be honest, when he first came to Goryeo, Cheng Luo had always been quite arrogant in his heart.

After all, these gangs in Goryeo are generally soft persimmons, like the python gang that was defeated by them in Incheon, and Cheng Luo felt that if he scares each other fiercely twice, these people will become cowards.

In the eyes of Cheng Luo at that time, as long as he followed Zhang Qian and dominated the underground world of Goryeo, it seemed that it was only a matter of time, until he met Li Wenhang and his subordinates.

Not only are these people stronger than the other, but they are even more ferocious when they move.

Like Lao Mian, chopping someone's arm down, just like slaughtering a dog, is considered a good class, the one sitting on the co-pilot is named Zhang Falcon, that day when Lao Mian was unloading the manager's arm, he even applauded excitedly, it was completely a kind of mentality of playing and having fun.

Mixed with these people, the arrogance in Cheng Luo's heart has long been worn out.

"Zizi...... The left eye reports that the target is back."

In the car, the walkie-talkie sounded with a loud noise, and Zhang Falcon stopped chewing and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"According to the previous plan, I stopped the car and prevented him from getting back into the turtle shell, so you can hurry up and follow."

"Understood!"

After a brief exchange of two sentences, Zhang Falcon patted the eagle claw on the driver's seat, and the eagle claw understood, stepped on the accelerator under his feet, hit the steering wheel, and put the van directly in the middle of the road.

"Lao Mian, you get out of the car and take some time with them, and the others receive a letter and bow their heads, and there is a letter getting out of the car."

Zhang Falcon admonished, Lao Mian understood, pinned the axe back, pulled the car door and went down first, and pulled out the jack from the trunk and threw it on the ground, pretending to repair the car in the middle of the road.

Pretending to wait for a while, under the escort of the two cars, one in front of the other, Zhang Shouji's convoy slowly drove away.

Because the van blocked the road, the convoy was forced to stop, and the car in front did not dare to honk casually, and the members of the Emperor and Japanese faction on the co-pilot got out of the car, and with full of anger, they quickly came to Mian Zhenghe.

"Asiba, you bastard, do you have a problem with your brain? Quickly move the car to the side."

Mian Zhenghe glanced at him, anyway, he was going to delay time, so he simply ignored it and continued to pretend to overhaul.

His move suddenly made the faces of the Emperor Sun faction even more angry.

"Hey! Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me tell you to move your car?!"

yelled twice, and seeing that Mian Zhenghe was still indifferent, the people from the Emperor Sun faction couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly took two steps forward, reaching out to pull Mian Zhenghe's collar, trying to pull him up.

He doesn't do it, everything is easy to say, this move, Mianzhenghe will not get used to him.

Although the axe is still pinned to the back waist, but to deal with such a small miscellaneous hair, only two fists are enough, Mian Zhenghe is not polite, the fierce heavy swing fist is directly pulled out, and it hits the man's chin.

"Boom!"

With a crisp punch, he directly knocked the people of the Emperor Sun faction on the spot, and fell stiffly to the ground.

Mian Zhenghe raised his head again, the members of the Emperor and Japanese faction on the other side of the convoy could not sit still at all, and among the three people who walked down from the car in front of him, some of them were carrying short knives in their hands, and some of them were still carrying baseball bats in their hands, and they were violent.

However, compared with these people from the Emperor and Ri faction, Mian Zhenghe was more concerned about the car behind, whether it had come to seal the road, and when he finally saw the car lights, which lit up from behind Zhang Shouji's convoy and drove slowly, Mian Zhenghe completely relaxed.

"Xiba, you stinky beggar don't know whose territory this is, and you dare to make trouble here!"

"Whatever nonsense you talk to him, get out of the way, I'll *** him!"

Ignoring the shouts of the members of the Emperor and Japanese faction in front of him, Mian Zhenghe reached out and patted the body twice, and the other hand touched the back of the waist, and then twitched in the stunned eyes of the members of the Emperor and Japanese faction

Out of the hatchet.

"Ah...... West!"

Carrying the bat, the first time he noticed that something was wrong, he didn't think about it, he took two steps, picked up the stick in his hand and headed it towards Mian Zhenghe's head, and he didn't think about it, so he smashed it directly!

"Whew!"

The bat was blowing in the wind, but before it could completely fall, it was stopped by Mian Zhenghe's outstretched hand, and then, he swung the short axe in his right hand hard, and with the blood light splashed instantly, holding the arm of the bat, he was chopped off on the spot.

Cheng Luo, who got out of the car, just saw this scene, his face was splashed with a few drops of scarlet, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and suddenly felt a thrill, and hurriedly looked at Mianzhenghe, seeing the other party's calm face, and a chill in his heart.

His grandmother's is really fierce and vicious, no wonder he didn't even bark at the dog in the yard when he entered the hospital before. z.br>

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and get people down and take them away."

Tapped, Cheng Luo turned his head back, and found that Zhang Falcon was carrying an earthen gun and followed, but he ignored the remaining two people who confronted Mian Zhenghe, and directly led Cheng Luo and Eagle Claw to Zhang Shouji's convoy.

On the side of the convoy, the brothers who saw the car in front of them were ambushed, and in the back car behind the palace, there were also people from the Emperor and the Japanese faction who got out of the car, but they had just gotten out of the car and were attracted by the van coming from behind.

The door of the van opened, and six or seven members of the Black Dragon Gang rushed out, and Zhang Qian stepped down from the co-pilot, not holding any conspicuous guys in his hands, just his hands *** coat pockets, together with Zhang Falcon and Cheng Luo, and quickly closing around Zhang Shouji's car.

With the two waves of people, one after the other, gradually approaching, Zhang Shouji in the car saw sweat on his forehead.

The henchman in the co-pilot opened the glove box, took out the pistol from it, and held it tightly in his hand.

But before he could prepare to shoot, Zhang Falcon, who had already walked from a distance, saw through his actions, raised the earthen gun in his hand, pointed it at the car window, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang!"

After three shots in succession, the scattered steel balls pierced the window glass, directly turning Zhang Shouji's henchmen into a sieve that can turn drinking water into a shower, and followed Zhang Falcon's muzzle deflection and pointed at the driver.

The guns had already fallen, and the unarmed driver, how dare he resist Zhang Falcon, and hurriedly raised his hands.

When Zhang Shouji in the car saw this scene, he was immediately furious, and couldn't help but scold, and ordered the driver to get a gun and kill these prepared ambushers.

But before he could finish his vigorous talk, the window glass next to him was suddenly snapped by his fingers.

Zhang Shouji froze in place, slowly turned his head, and looked out the window.

I saw that Zhang Qian was already standing in front of the car window, looking at him with a smile on his face, stretching out his finger to point at the window, and then pointing down, signaling Zhang Shouji to roll down the window.

People are under the low eaves, and they have to bow their heads.

Zhang Shouji helplessly accompanied the smiling face, rolled down the window, and Zhang Qian smiled and spoke.

"Acquaintance, I'm Zhang Qian of Hacheng, and I want to invite you to be a guest at my place."