"But the realm is not that high." The fox fairy said softly, and his expression became calm. But I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with."

"Looks like a big problem." I bit my nail and smiled reluctantly." Now it looks like it was the right choice to bring TD here."

Before my words fell, another ordinary Volkswagen CC came from a distance, stopped side by side with the car I was in, and then, an old figure slowly walked out, it was an old man in a Taoist uniform, and his blue Taoist boots stepped on the extremely muddy country land washed by the rainstorm, leaving a slight pit.

SONG Daoming.

No, it's not just Song Daoming.

Behind Song Daoming, there were two other old men, one of whom had his eyes tightly closed, no grass on his head, a long beard, and a steep figure.

"I see, I brought two more helpers." I looked out the window at the three figures and smiled." It's raining just in time."

I grabbed the burlap bag that I had placed under the saddle, took out my custom-made theone mask, and slowly put it on my head, then changed into a black cloak, put on the bulletproof vest of the Green Gang, and brought a model gun and a Type 54 pistol.

The three people led by Song Daoming stood quietly in the rain, and when they saw me, they all bowed slightly.

"The three Taoist priests came from afar, such kindness, Xiaosheng remembers." I bowed slightly to the other two mages other than Song Daoming.

Song Daoming looked at me quietly, although he was through the mask, but Song Daoming's clear gaze still penetrated the compartment of the mask like a sharp dagger, and hit me in the face: "What the king did to the poor Dao has been recorded."

Hearing this, my heart fluctuated slightly.

The meaning of Song Daoming's words is very clear, my behavior of using the fox fairy to blackmail Song Daoming this time has already caused his dissatisfaction, but he is just hiding his emotions.

"It's not unhelpful for the Aixin Jueluo family, it's not unhelpful for Daoming Zhenren, I think the cooperation between us can still be carried out." I stretched out my hand with black plastic gloves and reached out to Song Daoming.

Song Daoming's expression was faint but a little solemn, he looked at me quietly, but he didn't mean to reach out and shake it.

It wasn't until my hand hovered in mid-air for a few seconds that he barely reached out a yellow, thin hand from under the long sleeve of his robe and shook it with me.

"Thank you for being a real person." I smiled at Song Daoming and immediately looked at the other two mages and said. The two mages were able to come, which was really beyond Xiaosheng's expectations, but after all, the two of them were very old, and they only needed to help from the rear.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, the meaning of the benefactor, we have already understood it, this time I came, and I have exhausted the brotherhood with Daoming back then, the cause of the past, the fruit of today, and it is natural that I don't need to thank you."

The nameless blind monk and the Dharma Zen Master slowly clasped their palms together and politely declined my words of thanks.

"If that's the case, I'm still bothering a few masters." I nodded solemnly, and then said to the large number of people brought by the dwarf behind me:

"Come with me."

"Yes.." Behind him, there was a chorus of chores, and every member of the Green Gang shouted in unison. In a village like the foot of Kowloon Mountain, there was no need to worry about street surveillance cameras and patrol police.

Among the hundreds of people in the Green Gang, the leader is the three red stick generals, in order to avoid suspicion, they are generally named with code names, and the code names are also very simple.

The three men were muscular, with strong pectorals, arms, and tendons, burning eyes, and a bit of shrewdness and profundity in their ferocity, all the result of decades of blood and fire.

The torrential raindrops crashed wildly on top of my mask, and my black cloak fluttered fiercely in the rain and wind, like a ghost crawling out of the abyss.

The three generals of the Green Gang followed me, and walked in the direction of Kowloon Villa with a mighty crowd.

Naturally, there were some guards at the entrance of the villa.Seeing my dress and the large number of people behind me.At that time, I turned around and wanted to run to report the news.But at a distance of three hundred meters, I performed soul hooking and sound transmission.Directly made them stand in place.It became a fossil statue that did nothing.

The torrential rain washed over the entire Jiulong Mountain Scenic Area.In the distance.The dim sky became dark and deep.There was no bottom visible.Only faint fragments of lightning drilled out like a thunder dragon.

There is a sedan chair parked outside the villa, and the whole villa is covered with banners with red backgrounds and gold edges, and the walls are covered with firecrackers from traditional Chinese weddings.

When my feet reached the main entrance of the central hall of the lodge, the whole world fell silent.

Outside the main entrance of the hall, an old man with half a hundred hair looked at us nervously, his eyes cloudy, and he trembled:

"You, who are you, come, come and do."

"Let's smash the field." I said lightly, and then slowly raised my arm, and snapped my fingers at the members of the Green Gang behind me.

The next moment, five stout men stood in a row in front of the closed gate, and then, all five men raised their feet and kicked hard at the oak gate.

Rumble..

A deafening sound reverberated between heaven and earth.

Like a beast that has been punched hard, the closed door has finally been slammed open, and the scene inside the hall of the mountain villa is revealed to everyone.

The brilliant lights shone out, and my vision lit up, and in the next second, I heard the screams of women one after another, apparently frightened by our recklessness.

A spacious and bright hall, with nearly twenty round tables, all of which were full, about a hundred, and the number of VIPs was not as large as I expected.

In front of the Dragon Hall is a square table covered with red auspicious cloth, and a man sits on either side of the square table.

JIN Heng-chi.

I recognized the man sitting in the middle of the hall at a glance.

He was wearing a red and yellow gown embroidered with a dragon pattern, with a dignified and majestic temperament, a tiger and a tiger, and a tiger with both feet on the ground, as if stepping on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains under his feet.