Zhang Zhiwei walked into the Double Happiness Club.

In this year of the Republic of China, it is not fast to make money in a serious business, and the fastest way to make money is still pornography, gambling and drugs.

Therefore, these green buildings, casinos, and tobacco houses are all making a lot of money, and they have also forced many people to sell their children and daughters, and their families are ruined.

And the current Double Happiness Club, which is worthy of being opened by the king of iron hats, is directly together, integrating brothels, casinos, and tobacco houses, and does not do the business of the Japanese people, which is really a bit excessive.

Zhang Zhiwei was dressed decently, and he knew that it was a fat sheep at a glance, so as soon as he entered, there was immediately a small guy with a yin and yang head, carrying a big teapot and walking over quickly, greeting him with a smile:

"This master, you are here at the Double Happiness Club, which project are you going to play?"

After speaking, the teapot was pulled in his hand a few times, pinned behind him, and was about to pour tea for Zhang Zhiwei.

"Don't play, find someone!"

Zhang Zhiwei's face was expressionless, and he reached out and pinched the slender spout of the teapot as if it had been welded to death.

Seeing this, the little man who poured the tea suddenly changed his face and warned:

"This brother, there are Japanese people here to support you, but you don't want to make trouble!"

"I have a big deal to get you out!" Zhang Zhiwei said coldly.

"Our leader is the king of purge, what kind of identity is his old man, how can he ......?"

The little guy hasn't finished his words yet.

A big slap instantly enlarged in front of his eyes, and then, his head was stunned, and his eyes flipped suddenly.

Then it was dark in front of him, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't survive.

I saw that his neck bone was broken by Zhang Zhiwei's slap, and his head was like a broken clockwork, twisting around his neck for an unknown number of turns, hanging on his neck at a strange angle, which was so tragic that it was difficult to describe.

"The Qing Dynasty has been dead for so many years, are you pretending to be Nima with me?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the other guys in the room.

These guys have a cross-faced, big shoulders and round waists, and there is no doubt that the thugs raised by the club are there.

These thugs are okay to bully and bully ordinary people, but when they meet real ruthless people, they are frightened, their faces change greatly, their mouths open and close, and they want to run away screaming.

“biu，biu，biu”

Several beans glittering with golden light flew out, passed through their eyebrows, and then disappeared without a trace after a series of blood trails.

Flicked his fingers to kill several people, Zhang Zhiwei was expressionless, pulled away his hair that was somewhat scattered, and his cold eyes swept over the corpse of the little guy, and the cold arrogance with the smell of blood sprayed wantonly, how could there be a little bit of Wen Tong when chatting with the rickshaw driver before?

"Since you don't cooperate, you can only do it yourself!"

Zhang Zhiwei pasted a heaven and earth audio-visual talisman on his body.

Suddenly, his consciousness was raised, and looking at the overall situation, he had a full view of every move in the Double Happiness Club.

The first floor is the casino, which is full of noise and gambling.

There are various forms of gambling, including the most basic dice rolling, as well as some bizarre foreign games.

The second floor is divided into many small rooms, and from time to time it is heard that women are panting and beautiful, which is the business of a brothel.

The third floor is similar in layout to the second floor, with beds as well.

But there were no prostitutes on the floor, only some dead-looking, clumsy guys eating big cigarettes with smoking guns, which they called Fushou ointment.

Zhang Zhiwei felt it slightly, and then made a discovery.

In a large room on the third floor, there is a group of strangers with yin and yang heads who are having fun, smoking big cigarettes and holding an uncovered party.

"I've confirmed that the eyes are the right person!"

Zhang Zhiwei got up and walked towards the third floor, and on the way, he occasionally met a club employee with a yin and yang head.

For these people, Zhang Zhiwei didn't leave his hand, and those who were close would be taken away with a slap, and those who were far away would pop out with a golden light and take them away.

Although these people are ordinary people, how clean can they be to work in such a place?

Zhang Zhiwei didn't have time to distinguish between good and evil, so he took it away directly, and he didn't leave a living.

And this is also the reason why Zhang Zhiwei sneaked in without masking.

That's right, Zhang Zhiwei called the act just now infiltration.

Looking at the essence through the phenomenon and sneaking in, isn't it just sneaking in, and no one will find out.

He walked in and killed everyone who saw him, wouldn't that be the same?

Master said well, you must learn to be flexible.

So far, the only one who can survive when he enters the Double Happiness Club is the rickshaw driver.

However, during the previous conversation, Zhang Zhiwei used the observation method to quietly affect the driver's thinking.

Let the driver only remember to pull a very bold guest, and also gave a lot of tips.

But I have no impression of what this guest looked like, what he said, and where he went.

This is not a difficult thing for Zhang Zhiwei, although his view of the Fa is his own view, but one Fa meeting, ten thousand laws, with his strength, with his spiritual power, it is more than enough.

Zhang Zhiwei walked on the third floor of the club, and occasionally bumped into an addict who stumbled out of the door.

For these people, he Zhang Zhiwei didn't spare anything, and slapped them away.

If you smoke this thing, you can't be considered a person.

You can never imagine what a person with a drug addiction can do.

Zhang Zhiwei fought all the way to a large bay on the third floor.

As soon as I got closer, I could hear the demons dancing inside, and all kinds of chaotic sounds were everywhere.

"Spicy ears!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was an untimely knock on the door, loud, like a slamming door.

The group in the room was taken aback.

"! Which guy is it again? ”

"Scare Lao Tzu, didn't you say hello, the sky is falling, don't come to the master."

"While the master is still happy, get out of here, annoying the master, the master has picked your skin!"

There was an impatient warning sound from inside the room.

"Bang Bang Bang"

But the hurried knocking on the door didn't stop.

"Who is he? is so sweeping Yaxing, Lao Tzu has to kill you! ”

Someone inside came over scolding, and was about to open the door, when his hand just touched the doorknob.

Abrupt.

"Boom!"

The door frame shattered, and the door flew out like a cannonball.

A tall figure stood by the door, dressed in a casual white suit, and it was Zhang Zhiwei.

The man who opened the door had already grabbed the door panel, flew out sideways, and slammed into the back wall of the house.

The people who were playing were stunned all of a sudden, and for a while, they didn't come back to their senses, and looked at this scene in a daze.

Until a faint voice came out: "I'm here to find Prince Su, where is he?" ”

Hearing this, a group of people looked at each other, and then their faces suddenly turned hideous: "Prince Su is what you can find if you want to, it's like eating a bear's heart and a leopard's gall!" ”

"I think you're looking for death!"

One of them pushed away the woman on his body, his eyes bloodthirsty, and he took the lead and rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei.

"Calm down!" Zhang Zhiwei was very indifferent, with a golden light in his palm, and pointed into a sword, and leaned out with one hand.

"Poof!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh sounded, and the person who rushed to the front, his mouth was open, his face was hesitant with pain, and he slowly lowered his head.

I saw an arm piercing through his chest, piercing through his heart, and running back and forth.

There was another "poof", and the arm was withdrawn from his chest, leaving a transparent blood hole the size of a bowl.

"So fast."

This was the last thought in his heart, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no movement.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Ahhh

Immediately after, the screams came one after another, and this bloody and ferocious scene frightened the group of prostitutes in the room to scream wildly.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes froze, and the qi machine diverged, swept over, and directly stunned all those prostitutes.

And at this time, the group of guys who were smoking and playing were just reacting.

"Little Liu, you should be damned!"

"Kill him!!"

These people may have been sucked up, and they didn't force the count, and they pounced one by one, showing their fierce colors.

The leader shouted angrily, wiped his waist, and with a "sonorous", a cold light suddenly rose from his waist, like a green snake dancing wildly, and slashed towards Zhang Zhiwei's throat.

At the same time, the rest of the people also quickly followed, or used punches, palms, or legs to make their own tricks, attacking in three ways, not giving the opponent the slightest chance.

Between the ups and downs of the moves, the wind is loud and the momentum is amazing, and these people are all good hands under Prince Su.

When the previous dynasty was not destroyed, Prince Su was the first-class guard of the Qianqing Gate, and his strength was naturally not weak.

After the fall of the previous dynasty, he brought a group of old subordinates to take root here, and took advantage of the power of the Japanese to continue to be powerful and oppress ordinary people.

The person who used the sword before was the first to attack in front of Zhang Zhiwei, and the soft sword was like a spirit snake spitting out letters, tearing the air between shaking, and making a "buzzing" sword sound, forming a white high-pressure air flow like sword qi.

The extreme move approached, Zhang Zhiwei did not retreat but advanced, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the fine iron soft sword that tore through the air was pinched by him casually, and the sound between the blows was like a wail.

"What?!"

The man's eyes widened, his face was incredible, the power of his soft sword exploded in an instant, comparable to a bullet, and with strong penetration, many strangers did not dare to hard-connect, but they were grabbed by the other party casually.

"Weak!"

Zhang Zhiwei spat out the golden light in his palm, and a touch of golden light rushed up, and the soft sword shattered inch by inch, and then slapped the man's head.

"Bang!"

The man's head was like a deflated ball, suddenly dented, and blood spurted from all seven orifices.

As if the whole person was hit by a crashing car, he flew out upside down, knocking out a depression in the back wall, and after hitting the ground, he didn't move.

"You seem to be a little delirious, in order to facilitate the questioning, come, let me tell you to sober up!"

After that, Zhang Zhiwei took a step further, his index finger and middle finger were together, and he swiped horizontally, and his fingertips revealed an incomparably golden light, sweeping out.

The few people who rushed in were horrified in their hearts and wanted to defend themselves, but the trick had been played out, and they couldn't take it back, and they were irreversible, so they could only shake it hard.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, there was not a trace of waves, and the Qi people formed by the golden light swept through their bodies.

"Poof, poof, poof."

The blood light rushed to the sky, and several people rushed over and were slashed diagonally by the golden light, and the blood in their internal organs was splashed all over the ground, and the smell of rolling blood came to their nostrils.

Raising his hands and feet, obliterating several masters, Zhang Zhiwei was as if he had just pinched a few ants to death.

The bloody reality is in front of them, and these people who were brought over by Prince Su are like being drenched on the head by a basin of ice water.

The ferocity and courage accumulated by bullying ordinary people before suddenly disappeared.

These people are all former children of the Eight Banners.

Most of the ancestors of the children of the Eight Banners are Inhumans who followed the founding emperor to fight the world, so many of the Eight Banners are Inhuman families.

They are capable, they are one step stronger by nature, and their ancestors have made great achievements in war, which will shadow their descendants for generations.

The people in the banner don't have to work, they don't have to work, they can receive rice and money every month when they are idle at home, and they can eat monthly money for worship.

They don't have to be bothered by idle things, they have a lot of time to practice, which can be described as God's appreciation of food.

In this case, if you are a little self-motivated, it is terrible.

But God appreciates the meal, and he can't stand his own anger.

Maybe it's because life is too comfortable, and within a few generations, these originally brave and warlike Inhuman families have decayed.

Not only did the ancestors' method forget about it, but they even took the lead in smoking the Fushou ointment.

The body is composed of congenital Yiqi, pumping this every day, the congenital Yiqi is polluted, and after a few generations, there are fewer and fewer strangers in the flag, and even most of them are not as good as ordinary people.

Just these few who were slaughtered by Zhang Zhiwei just now are still the elite of the elites carefully selected by Prince Su.

Now, these elites have encountered ruthless stubble, completely lost their fighting spirit, panicked and boiling, and did not dare to act again, turning around and scattering.

"Where are you going?"

Zhang Zhiwei stepped out and came behind a man, grabbed his throat as he screamed, choked his voice, and crushed his spine

Then, throwing his body out of the way, knocking the other fleeing man to the ground.

Before the person who was smashed over could get up, Zhang Zhiwei was already close, indifferent, aimed at his head, and stepped down.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, brains flew, and before the screams could be heard, his body and soul were already dead.

crushed one person to death, and Zhang Zhiwei chased after the others.

In the eyes of ordinary people, these people can be regarded as masters, but in front of him, they are local chickens and dogs, and they will disappear in a snap of their fingers.

(End of chapter)