After understanding that the leader of the Qinghe Gang may be an eight-rank martial artist, and the other King Kongs are all nine-rank martial artists.

What Chen Mo wanted to know was almost all understood.

After chatting a few more words, Wu Shan walked out of the private room, hugged the girl he had just ordered, and went to a small room.

Chen Mo didn't have this in mind.

One is that this Zijin Building is not a high-end green building, people who come here have everything, and the girl he ordered just now is not the kind of high-priced one, who knows how many times it has been ordered.

Just take advantage of it.

As for the real guns, Chen Mo was worried about getting sick.

Isn't he hungry and hungry, and isn't the sister-in-law at home fragrant?

The second is that he has expensive time, and he has to do other things.

Of course, he didn't leave the Zijin Mansion for the first time, but kept drinking with the girl he ordered, playing with the drinking order, and waited until the girl drank too much, and it was as soft as mud on him, and he was drunk.

Chen Mo untied her wide clothes, covered her with a quilt, closed the door of the small room, and secretly left the Zijin Building.

……

Because it has just passed the New Year, there are all kinds of people selling on the street, competing for shouting, and it is very lively.

Outside the courtyard in the south of the county seat, hundreds of ruffians, in small groups, gathered around a table, drinking and punching.

It was the time of the rise, when these people stepped on the ground with one foot and the other on the stool, and made loud fists, and foul language came casually, and the noise was unusual.

There was a loser, he picked up the wine bowl, raised his head and drank, and the wine flowed from the corners of his mouth, wetting his clothes and smelling of wine.

The winners applauded and applauded.

Compared with the bustle outside, there is silence in the courtyard living room.

After a long time, Yang Wei, who was sitting in the first seat, spoke: "It's been so many days, and there is no news at all, what's the use of asking you?" Do you know what the outside is looking at us now, our prestige has been lost, and we have been trampled on the head and slapped in the face, but you don't even have any clues, a bunch of rice buckets ......"

After speaking, he slapped the table in front of him heavily, and the table top suddenly cracked.

The seven hall masters did not dare to answer.

"In short, this matter must be resolved immediately, and even if it doesn't work, someone must be pulled out as soon as possible to calm down the impact of this matter." Yang Wei said in a deep voice.

Sitting under Yang Wei's right hand, the fat man Zhu San, who was known as the "pig's head three", said: "Helper, yesterday my person was in Fuze Village, and I heard that a person was very suspicious. ”

"Say." Yang Wei frowned.

"This person's name is Chen Mo, sixteen this year, but he can already go up the mountain to hunt bears alone, one person can fight more than a dozen people, and his subordinates find someone to go to the yamen to transfer his file, he has a brother who has made meritorious contributions and has been given exercises in the army, so he should be a martial artist. And on the day of Chen Hu's accident, someone saw him go fishing in Dadong Lake, so his subordinates suspected that Chen Hu's death might be related to him. Zhu Sandao.

"A sixteen-year-old kid has the audacity to kill our Qinghe Gang?" A hall master said.

"It's enough to be suspicious, you go and get him back, whether he is a murderer or not, he has to be." Seeing that the prestige of the Qinghe Gang has been greatly reduced, Yang Wei must restore his prestige.

As soon as the words fell.

"Bang!"

The door to the living room was kicked open.

"Who?" There was a little brother of the Qinghe Gang outside.

"Who?"

Several people in the living room were also startled, and their eyes looked out of the hall.

Stomp Tread...

I saw a tall man dressed in black, wearing a hat, with a face covered, and holding a long black sheath knife striding in.

Yang Wei frowned, and then frowned.

I saw the masked man who entered the house, as if he was going back to his own home, first indifferently patted the snowflakes that fell on his body, and then turned around and closed the door of the living room with a "Kata" sound.

The younger brothers were locked out with a blank face.

The seven hall masters also frowned one after another, muttering in their hearts where the strange person came from.

Zhu San stood up and snorted coldly: "Who is coming?" ”

In the next second, he saw the masked man raise his head slightly, and a cold light burst out of his eyes.

Chokew-

The sound of a knife drawn!

Yang Wei, who was sitting in the first place, noticed that something was wrong, turned around and looked up and stretched out the big knife placed on the weapon rack behind him.

At the same time, the masked man who drew his knife swung his knife violently.

"Huh!"

There was a flash of swords in the living room.

Bang bang bang!!

Suddenly, the blood mist filled the air, and the sawdust soared.

The three Qinghe Gang hall masters sitting in Zhu San's row, along with the stools under their buttocks, were directly cut in half by the knife qi.

Zhu San was the worst, because he was standing, he was directly split in two by the knife qi from the middle, and his intestines flowed all over the place.

This scene scared a few people stupidly.

But it's an old Jianghu anyway, so he quickly got up and dispersed to avoid being connected like Zhu San and them.

"You..."

Yang Wei was also frightened by the scene in front of him, but as the leader of a gang, he naturally had the courage, so he was not frightened and begged for mercy, just when he wanted to ask the masked man a few words.

The masked man didn't intend to talk nonsense with them at all, and directly raised a knife and killed him.

Although Yang Wei didn't understand why, he also knew that the person in front of him was specially here to kill them.

"This person is a big enemy, let's go together."

Yang Wei shouted, picked up the nine-ring big knife and greeted him.

But the masked man's speed was too fast, and he rushed in a few big strides, smashing the table in the living room with a knife, and rushed in front of Yang Wei.

In the eyes of the masked man, Yang Wei had a red number of 69+7 on his head.

In a hurry, Yang Wei could only block with a horizontal knife.

"Boom!"

As soon as he raised his hand, Yang Wei heard a crisp sound of gold and iron separation, and then a huge force struck from the body of the knife, he was directly hit by a heavy knife, smashed the back of the knife in the chest, fell backwards, smashed the weapon rack in the rear, and did not stop until it was against the wall, and sat on the ground with a butt, and the nine-ring big knife in his hand was cut out of a big gap, and it was about to break.

Yang Wei felt that his internal organs were about to be displaced, his chest was hot and painful, and he wanted to cough a few times, but the masked man didn't give him a chance at all, just a simple shock, and then slashed again.

Fortunately, at this moment, the remaining four hall masters rushed forward and came to help, so that Yang Wei had to take a breath.

But it's just a breather.

The four hall masters who rushed up were like ants, and three of them were instantly slashed and killed by the masked man, and one was kicked out.

At this time, the masked man finally spoke: "You are Yang Wei, the leader of the Qinghe Gang?" ”

Yang Wei didn't know what he meant, but he felt that maybe it was a living hope, and nodded: "I am." ”

"You're looking for you." The masked man wiped out his neck with a single sword.

"Woo..."

Yang Wei instinctively covered his neck, wanting to say something, but only blood foam came out of his mouth, feeling the dissipation of vitality, he fought his last breath, wanting to remove the black cloth on the masked man's face, but when his hand was halfway raised, he fell down, and he didn't blink an eye.

The hall master, who was kicked into the air, struggled to get up, and then walked towards the gate with difficulty.

As soon as the door to the living room was opened, a hat flew in.

"Poof..."

He glanced down and collapsed on the threshold of the living room.

The masked man stepped forward, pulled out the hat from the back of the corpse, shook off the blood from it, and put it on his head.