"good!"
Qiu Bijun was very happy: "I will obey my sister's orders in everything!"
Tang Ruoxue shook her head gently: "Although I am the big one and you are the small one, it is just a title and does not represent identity or status."
"It doesn't matter whether it's big or small. What's important is that you listen to whoever is right and that everyone supports and helps each other."
"Only in this way can our sisterhood go further and deeper, otherwise it will just be a misunderstanding of internal friction or a confrontation with weapons."
Tang Ruoxue was generous: "So if I do something wrong, my sister can criticize me at any time."
Qiu Bijun's eyes were filled with approval: "Sister, you are righteous!"
She also sighed in her heart, no wonder Mark was divorced by Tang Ruoxue,
How could a woman like Tang Ruoxue, who was as beautiful as she was, martial arts and a good character, be worthy of Ye Fan who was in a wheelchair?
When Tang Ruoxue and Qiu Bijun were sworn sisters, Gao Jie was wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth and sighing:
"Miss Tang, there is really smoke coming out of the ancestral grave."
"It is the dream of many people to be favored by the God of War, become sworn sisters, and let the God of War become a child."
She also glanced at Ling Tianyang who was standing next to her: "From now on, if Miss Tang can walk sideways in Xia Kingdom, you will also be able to ascend to heaven."
She was somewhat unwilling to accept that Qiu Bijun and Tang Ruoxue were sworn sisters even when they were young, but she never interfered with her master's decision and only obeyed it.
So she could only turn her inner emotions to Ling Tianyang: "It doesn't matter if a chicken or a dog ascends to heaven. I just hope that you won't disgrace the God of War in the future."
"Pfft!"
Ling Tianyang couldn't help but laugh, put his hands behind his back and hummed:
"Sworn sisters, if Miss Tang is the smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb, then Qiu Zhanshen is the ancestral tomb on fire."
"A mere God of War is a towering figure in your eyes, but is nothing to Miss Tang."
"Miss Tang is a person in the world of Fengyi."
She also sighed: "No matter how powerful the God of War is, he is still a minister, and Miss Tang is a king."
Gao Jie's eyes turned cold: "What are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter that you don't know what I'm talking about."
Ling Tianyang patted Gao Jie on the shoulder: "You just need to remember that Miss Tang has another title."
Gao Jie narrowed her eyes: "What title?"
Ling Tianyang turned around and left, leaving behind three words: "Xia, husband, person!"
Mrs. Xia?
Gao Jie looked confused...
"call--"
On the morning after Tang Ruoxue and Qiu Bijun became sworn sisters, the war zone where Xia Yanyang was located was a turtle-shaped command center.
Surrounded by thick walls, there are many guard towers, shooting holes and high-voltage power grids everywhere.
There are also heavy weapons and air defense systems at several commanding heights.
There are eight roads that can accommodate four tanks quickly entering and exiting, and there are even 600 heavy soldiers with weapons standing there.
Their eyes were sharp and their murderous intent was overwhelming, guarding all entrances, exits and commanding heights.
But their eyes did not fall on the door or the movement around them, but more on the thick turtle shell in the middle.
They waited quietly for instructions from inside.
Twelve men and women wearing berets and camouflage uniforms stood on both sides of the turtle shell hall.
Each one of them was full of hostility and murderous intent, and they all had weapons on their waists. They looked like very difficult characters to mess with.
They were lowering their heads at this time, avoiding the angry gaze of a middle-aged man, and their breathing was uncontrollably rapid.
Obviously, he has an instinctive awe and fear of middle-aged men.
Behind these people, there were dozens of soldiers standing with similar murderous intent.
At their feet lay five injured Xia guards, all stained with blood and dying.
Two of them also had severe burn marks.
These five people are the remaining Xia guards from the battle of Mapkins.
It's just that at this moment, they are more worried about their own life and death than the pain of their injuries.
This made them afraid to look at the angry-eyed middle-aged man.
"It's been one night, one night, and you haven't dug out the noodles and Shen Xiaoxiao for me yet?"
"My brother was crippled, maimed, and burned to death."
"My sister was slapped in the face, her throat was cut, and she was hospitalized."
"Protect, I can't protect, I can't fight, I can't fight, I can't even poach people now."
"It's better to raise you people than a bunch of dogs. A bunch of dogs will probably find the murderer by smelling it!"
He slammed the table and roared at his twelve cronies.
The middle-aged man is in his forties, and his bald forehead is like a big light bulb, blooming with dazzling light.
He has a pointed, aquiline nose, the tip of which almost touches his upper lip, and a four-inch-long goatee on his lower mouth, giving him the image of a handsome man from the Republic of China.
There is a painting hanging behind him, which shows a tiger descending from the mountain, clutching a huge peak boulder under its claws, looking menacing.
The middle-aged man is Xia Yanyang. As his name suggests, he is fierce, fierce, brave and aggressive, giving off an indescribable ferocity.
Therefore, when he gets angry, his men tremble.
"Who can answer me? When will the murderer and Shen Xiaoxiao be found out?"
"Who can tell me?"
Seeing that no one responded to him, Xia Yanyang became even more angry and slapped his palm on the table.
There was a loud bang and the marble table shattered.
He had already seen the bodies of Xia Shijie and Xia Ziqi.
Xia Ziqi's body was a little better, but Xia Shijie's body was completely miserable. Even a tough guy like him felt pain and suffocation when he saw it.
You can imagine how cruel torture my brother endured before he died.
This also made Xia Yanyang hate the murderer so much that he wanted to find him out and cut him to pieces right now.
"Usually, Niu cooed and punched nursing homes and kicked kindergartens. Now I want you to do something, but none of them can do it."
"I can't protect my family, and I can't find the murderer. Let the murderer ride on my head and laugh at me, and make our Xia family a laughing stock."
"You are such a bunch of losers."
Xia Yanyang's bloody aura filled the air: "Trash!"
He looked at the crowd with hatred, wishing he could take out his gun and kill a few of them.
This can't be blamed on his anger. One night, the Xia family was completely humiliated, the hospital was burned down, and his family members died, which caused him to suffer a major blow in his life.
He endured the pain and sent people to clean up the scene, search the whole city, and sent more than a thousand soldiers, but all his men worked all night but got nothing.
How could this not make Xia Yanyang angry?
"General Xia, I'm sorry, it's our incompetence."
Seeing that something was going to happen if she didn't stand up, a female officer with a melon-shaped face took a step forward and lowered her head in response:
"Based on confessions and remaining surveillance, the murderer is not only powerful, but also very cunning."
"He was wearing a face shield with a mask underneath, gloves, multiple layers of clothing and weighted shoes."
"His face was hidden, his body shape and weight were changed, and he also detonated oxygen bottles in the hospital to destroy the scene, and the control room was turned into ruins."
"As long as he takes off his clothes and disguise, combined with his strong skills, we will really be unable to lock him for a while."
"But General Xia Zhan, please rest assured. We have retrieved Shen Xiaoxiao's entry and exit information and are searching for it through big data and facial recognition."
She squeezed out a sentence: "Unless Shen Xiaoxiao doesn't show his face or avoids all surveillance, as long as he is caught by our surveillance, we can quickly lock him in."
"That's right!"
A young officer with a crew cut also nodded: "It is impossible to identify the murderer, but it is not difficult to identify Shen Xiaoxiao. Please give us another half day, General Xia Zhan."
"That's what you said."
Xia Yanyang was not fooled by his men's words. He pointed his finger at the boy with a flat head and shouted:
"Ouyang Jian, you say half a day, I'll give you a day."
"At this time tomorrow, if you can't get the murderer and Shen Xiaoxiao to sacrifice my sister and brother, I will sacrifice your head!"
His eyes were sharp: "Do you understand or not?"
The face of the flat-headed young man changed, and he smelled a hint of danger, but he didn't expect to get into trouble.
But he didn't dare to go back on his words and could only nod: "Understood."
Xia Yanyang looked at the oval-faced woman: "Liu Min, you can't find out the details of the murderer. Do you know Shen Xiaoxiao's origins?"
"General Xia, we've figured it out."
The oval-faced woman responded respectfully: "Shen Xiaoxiao is the abandoned daughter of the Shen family of Rui Kingdom. She secretly came to Xia Kingdom to treat her eyes."
"The Shen family has cooperated with us many times for this, asking us to provide intelligence and location, and then send people to the capital to capture her and take her back."
"But the Shen family's kidnappings failed several times."
"I thought at first that Shen Xiaoxiao was lucky, or that the people sent by the Shen family of Ruiguo were useless, but now that I think about it, the old man with the mask probably helped."
She gave a guess: "If it weren't for the protection of a strong man like the masked old man, Shen Xiaoxiao would not have been able to escape the Shen family's many kidnappings."
"The masked old man, the murderous brother, Shen Xiaoxiao's protector, this guy really has a lot going on!"
Xia Yanyang picked up a unclear surveillance screenshot and muttered:
"It's just that I feel like this guy looks familiar?"
He felt that he had seen this person's information somewhere and had even met him. There was still a vague candidate in his mind...
(End of chapter)
