Follow Su embroidery into the depths of this dense forest in a Chinese-style courtyard building, this Chinese style building by the mountains and rivers, with the shape of the situation, although between the mountains and forests, but only according to the terrain cleverly constructed, and did not make a big move to change the form of the landform, its architectural style is quite in line with the Taoist "heaven and man unity" spiritual concept, a rough look, as if from Suzhou moved a small garden, twists and turns, the corridor roundabout, pavilions and pavilions, willows and flowers, all the way straight called Wang Chan as if into the eight array of the same.

If it weren't for someone to lead it, even if it was him, when he didn't use some special means, he would be fascinated in it for a while.

Wang Chan and Zhou Lin walked on the road, everywhere they looked, there were large and small red lanterns hanging high, and they could also feel that there were blurred figures in the rockeries, corridors, rooms and other shadows along the way, far behind them, constantly moving and changing positions, don't see that there were not a few patrolling security guards on this road, but the secret defense was much tighter than everything Wang Chan had been to before.

Although this is not the headquarters of the Northeast Gang, all the nine bigwigs of the core high-level are staying here tonight, especially in the face of Wang Chan, who is still more hostile than goodwill, it is no wonder that the Northeast Gang is nervous up and down, making a lot of noise inside and out.

Although there have been enough preparations for contingencies in this area, when Wang Chan's people just came in, the entire courtyard was completely plunged into an unspeakable turmoil, countless figures were hidden in the darkness, countless radio waves were intertwined, and the entire Northeast Gang began to revolve around Wang Chan alone at this time.

Following the footsteps of Wang Chan and his party, I don't know how many people's eyes changed with it. So much so that when Wang Chan walked through a garden to the red-painted gate of the blue-brick courtyard in the center, he secretly calculated in his heart, and he had already concluded that there were as many as two hundred and seventy or eighty people who had been detected by him along the way and hidden in the secret monitoring of him.

Such a tight defense and the level of vigilance almost made Wang Chan think that when he was still in China, he broke into the residence of some national leader, or simply Zhongnanhai. When did the power of foreign gangsters swell to such an extent that they played a trick like a leader of a country going on a tour.

And the Northeast Gang has been in turmoil for so many years, always competing with the major Russian gangsters for territory and business, and being able to follow the bodyguards around the nine core bosses are all the most outstanding masters within the organization, with such a team of nearly 300 people, protecting at all times, it is much more powerful than carrying an army with you.

"I didn't expect your Northeast Gang to be so worried about me, not only did you arrange so many people to follow you all the way outside, but you also blatantly arranged a powerful fire cover in this small courtyard. If I go in and make the slightest move, I might get ten or eight rockets flying out of nowhere, but do you think these people can scare me?"

Wang Chan pushed it open, and the red lacquer door walked into the courtyard, and at the same time, he also raised his eyebrows and spoke to Su Xiu, who seemed to be very respectful to him.

And the reason why he said this was entirely because before he pushed the door, he had already noticed that there were many people hidden in this courtyard, up and down, behind the beams, corners, flowers, tree shadows, and shadow walls. It's just that these people are a little different from those who follow closely along the way outside, and from their bodies, the sense of danger Wang Chan feels is far stronger than that of the more than two hundred people outside.

What can bring him this kind of unfeeling, is that these people are equipped with powerful firepower in their hands, and all of them are similar to individual bazookas, in addition, these people's breath is also very deep, and their breathing is long and slight, and they are obviously real masters of martial arts.

These people are the core force in the Northeast Gang!!

Push open the door and go around the shadow wall, and in front of you is the main hall with four bright lights and four large doors. As soon as I walked inside, I saw nine people sitting in a staggered manner, in addition to these people, there were several young men and women standing behind them, and they swept their eyes, but they were the same people who had left the table in the pavilion of the practice room before.

The more traditional the gang, the more rules, fortunately, Wang Chan did not promise them to open the incense hall before, so when he entered the house, he didn't see any ancestor ranking, portraits, and the layout in the room, simple and luxurious, more than a dozen Taishi chairs of Huanghuali in the Ming and Qing dynasties, lined up on both sides, and nine old men sat on them, as for the youngest Feng Jiugong, he could only accompany him in the last seat.

"Master Wang, you're finally here. It's better to meet than famous, it's cold, let's warm up with a cup of hot tea first!"

Seeing Wang Chan and Zhou Lin coming in, Feng Jiugong nodded, and before he could speak, an old man sitting above him had already laughed, stood up directly from his seat, stretched out his hand, lifted a large brass kettle from the stove behind him, and handed it to Wang Chan.

Inside this room, there are stoves in all corners, and the charcoal in the stove is red, and the heat is rolling, so even if the door is open, the room is warm. One of the stoves closest to the old man is sitting on a "big teapot" more than two feet high, but this teapot is really different, the handle is composed of a dragon, dragon whiskers, dragon claws, dragon scales are clearly identifiable, the dragon's mouth is long and long, long and thin, it is also a dragon head appearance, there are two red pompoms on both sides of the spout, which are sprayed by the heat, and tremble up and down.

From a distance, you can hear the middle of the kettle, the water splashing and whirring, obviously the teapot has been boiling for an unknown amount of time.

The brass teapot more than two feet high, filled with water, is one hundred and eighty pounds, but in the hands of the old man, it is as light as a lamp grass, and he said that he wanted Wang Chan to drink tea to keep warm, but he did not pour the water into the teacup first, but sent it forward, and he put his body slightly to one side, lighting up a "green dragon exploring the sea" momentum, standing on one foot, the long and thin dragon head spout has been sent to Wang Chan.

Seeing like this, he actually asked Wang Chan to drink this pot of tea mouth-to-mouth.

"If you don't change your mind, do you want to try my depth?"

As soon as Wang Chan saw the other party's move, he immediately knew that there were still some of these bigwigs in the Northeast Gang who were unwilling to give up huge interests, and they were obsessed with not dying. If this is the name of "respecting people tea", it was also a common means between gangs in the past, called "appetizing tea", but although the "appetizing tea" in the past years was also boiling hot water, it was only a cup.

These bigwigs, what they do in their lives is unseemly business, how can there be a soft-hearted person, who clearly worships tea, in fact, to dig out their roots to the greatest extent. If you don't drink it, it means that there is no sincerity in peace talks, so don't talk about it at all, if you drink it, don't say how hot the water is, it's just a hundred and ten catties, and a cow can't drink it all!!

In the information about Wang Chan, Wang Chan is not a martial arts master in the ordinary sense at all, it is very likely that he is a "strange man" who has been refined into a flying sword and sword and the like, and there is a certain kind of magical power in the legend.

Seeing that the nine bigwigs in the Northeast Gang were in this room, Wang Chan's heart moved, and he had the intention to turn his face on the spot, and drove the Seven Kills Blood Knife, a bloody bath, but when he turned his head, there were dozens of people in the courtyard behind him holding powerful heavy weapons, aiming here at all times.

Although, Wang Chan was not so scared in his heart, but when the matter came, the two sides really tore their faces, he had the opportunity to kill everyone present in an instant, and then escape, not covered by the firepower of the Northeast Gang, but if he brought Zhou Lin with such a big living person, no matter how Wang Chan was capable, he would also be unable to fly.

Turning his head and glancing at Zhou Lin lightly, Wang Chan frowned: "That's it, I have had a friendship anyway, and it is not appropriate to let him die in front of him." In the meantime, there is no longer a trace of concern between me and Zhou Lin, and we are like passers-by. ”

"Master Wang, please drink tea!" The old man opposite, his voice was loud and full of energy, seeing Wang Chan with a slight hesitation, he suddenly aggravated his voice, and asked again, at the same time, everyone in the room was also looking forward to it, and dozens of eyes stared at Wang Chan.

"Don't work Your Excellency, if you want to drink tea, Wang Chan will come by himself. ”

Wang Chan had a certain thought in his heart, and laughed when he landed, but he didn't wait for the old man to make a move, and as soon as he stretched out his five fingers, he had already put the bottom of the dragon's mouth teapot flat in his hand, and his shoulders sank and topped, driving his arm to tremble, and the old man only felt that the palm of the teapot was tightly gripped, and it hurt violently, such as being shocked, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

Looking at Wang Chan again, he held the teapot with one hand, his nose twitched a few times, and he actually opened his mouth directly, and sucked wildly at the spout of the dragon's head, like a whale swallowing a tornado, the teapot was poured, and the hot water condensed into a water line, falling in the mouth, gurgling, and the sound was endless, but he swallowed it all in one breath.

Seeing that the pot of boiling water, steaming, kept falling into Wang Chan's belly, but after a while, his stomach was already bulging high, like a woman who was pregnant for several months, the hundred and ten catties of boiling water were all drunk by Wang Chan, and the people in the Northeast Gang couldn't help but change their complexions.

(To be continued)