Bright lights illuminate the conference room, with no shadows in every corner, and the bulbs are perfectly positioned.
A strong man in sportswear knocked on the door of the conference room.
"How is the situation?" The man sitting at the top opened his eyes. For a moment, the light in the conference room seemed to be a little brighter, and it took a while before it returned to normal.
"The situation has been found out. Messenger Lianxiang is dead!" The strong man in sportswear knelt on one knee and lowered his head, not daring to look at the man above him.
"Dead? Have you seen the body?" The man above said with deep suspicion.
"Looking at it from a distance, the Ping An soldiers were too tightly guarded, and the subordinates didn't dare to get close. Judging from their attire, they were Lian Xiang's messengers." The strong man in sportswear said.
"Are you sure?" the man at the head asked.
"Not sure!" The strong man in sportswear hesitated.
"How was the body of Messenger Lianxiang disposed of?" the man at the head asked.
"Feeding the black boy with dirty blood." said the strong man in sportswear.
"Have you finished eating?" the man at the head asked.
"After eating, the bones are also eaten." The strong man in sportswear replied.
"Go down!" the man at the head said.
"Yes, Altar Master!" The man in sportswear bowed respectfully.
The man is the new altar leader of Black Moon Province, Chen Daogui. Unexpectedly, the first operation he planned would result in the loss of an envoy and more than 500 brothers. This made him feel intense pressure and he was also thinking about how to fight back. He knew very well that the underground royal court was incapable of handling the situation. means of members. Then it is not a matter of the capable being superior and the weak being inferior. The fate of the weak is very miserable.
The other brothers will die when they die, but Messenger Lianxiang cannot die. He is not just a messenger, he also has a special identity, which one's nephew he is. If it weren't for this relationship, how could he be able to take the position of envoy based on his strength?
The altar master looked at the other people in the conference room. There were not many people, only four. But these four people were not simple, they were all incense masters. It can be said that the five of them can determine the fate of the entire southern area.
"What do you think?" Chen Daogui asked the four incense owners. Although he was anxious inside, his face was calm and his tone was calm.
"False." Lu Yunfeng said. These two words had no beginning or end, but everyone understood what he meant. The Lianxiang envoy killed by the Ping An Army was fake, and the Lianxiang envoy was not dead.
"We need to save the messenger of Lianxiang." He Renyong has long black hair and a ponytail. He looks like an artist, but his horse face looks very inconsistent.
"How to save?" Wang Yanbing looked indifferent, "If the messenger of Lianxiang is not dead, Ping An will have laid many traps waiting for us to take the bait. By then, people will not be rescued, but more brothers will die." It's not that Wang Yanbing doesn't know Lianxiang. The identity of the envoy, on the contrary, he knew the background of the envoy Lianxiang better than anyone present, but he was not afraid, he also had a background.
The relationship behind the Lianxiang envoy cannot move him.
"There are definitely difficulties, but people must be saved. If we know that one of our own has been captured, but we don't try to save him, will the brothers still be loyal and work hard in the future?" Lu Yunfeng's tone left no room for doubt, "As for how to save, everyone can If we discuss it, there will always be a way to get the best of both worlds.”
"I can't help it, who can? Say it!" Wang Yanbing's attitude was indifferent. Lu Yunfeng and Lianxiang Messenger were together, and they vented out of the same nostril.
"People must be saved, otherwise if the messenger of Lianxiang carelessly reveals any secrets, everyone will be in trouble." He Renyong said, and everyone was shocked. Indeed, if it is an ordinary messenger, he is caught He was caught, and his knowledge was limited. Unlike Envoy Lianxiang, he knew too many secrets.
"What do Master Liu Xiang want to say?" Chen Daogui named Liu Jilin, the oldest and most senior among the four Xiang Masters. He usually looks like a good man, but no one dares to look down on him. A person who can sit in the position of the incense master for such a long time without anything happening is absolutely terrifying.
"We must first determine one thing, whether the Lianxiang Messenger is alive or dead. Only after we determine this matter can we plan." Liu Jilin did not intend to speak, but Chen Daogui was the altar leader. He named him, and he had no choice but to speak. .
"Liu Xiangzhu is right, this is indeed a top priority." Chen Daogui showed admiration. Liu Jilin was worthy of being an old Xiangzhu, and he immediately grasped the key points. He sat up a little straighter and said in a deep voice: "I'm going to die next."
A martial arts arena.
Taishan Dongyue has won twelve consecutive victories. This record cannot be said to be too advanced, but it is certainly not low. His strength has won the recognition of the Ping An soldiers. This can be seen from the strength of the people on stage.
If they don't recognize his strength, the soldiers will use crooked means to fight him. The arena is like a battlefield. They only look at the results, not the means. It's okay to use hidden weapons, poisons, and tactics. That kind of situation is for ranking. , will only be used when necessary. Under normal circumstances, soldiers will not use such methods, but choose fair and aboveboard methods.
The soldiers who are now on stage are using fair and aboveboard means.
"Come again!" Taishan Dongyue had a lot of wounds on his body, but none of them were fatal. To him, they were all skin wounds. He looked excited. The opponents he met before were all too weak to win. The first Meeting so many powerful masters for the first time, he could let go of his hands and feet without restraint.
One by one, he knocked down the masters from the ring. The soldiers were very gentlemen and gave him monster meat when he was exhausted. Taishan Dongyue ate Warcraft meat for the first time. When he took the first bite, he almost vomited it out. Seeing the laughter of the soldiers, he swallowed it.
The soldiers smiled kindly, which he interpreted as ridicule, but he quickly realized that no one was laughing at him. Warcraft meat is a good thing and contains huge energy. Soon, his physical strength recovered. At the peak, he let out a beast-like roar and said loudly: "Come again, I will fight 20 of them."
"Arrogant, I'll meet you!" Bigfoot came on stage. Bigfoot does not follow the power route, but no one dares to underestimate his power. He is an explosive type. If he suddenly strikes, the elephants will have to retreat.
"Well done!" Seeing a big foot appear, Taishan Dongyue punched out without even thinking about it. Wind and thunder sounded, and the void twisted. Everyone stared closely, looking forward to the result.
Most of the prisons of the Ping An Army are empty because there are not many prisoners. In the era of food shortage, it is not easy to become a prisoner. You must have sufficient identity and status. Otherwise, the death penalty is the destination. .
Deep in the prison, a vague figure slowly emerged
