Lao Itch became anxious, "Don't believe it, I... everything I said is true, really, I won't lie to you, I have always regarded you as my... best brother..."
Zhang Zhu Xunxian chirped, "Well, indeed, he is the best brother to lie to."
Lao Itch stared at Zhang Zhuxun angrily, "Don't make sarcastic remarks here...!"
"Isn't what I said the truth?" Zhang Zhuxun asked back, "You are looking for no one, especially Xiaozhen. Isn't it because of his lack of experience and unclear understanding of people, and the old sesame and rotten millet between you two? Friendship, even coaxing and tricking people into this deep mountain and old forest to achieve some ulterior purpose of yours."
Seeing that Lao Itch was about to retort with a pale face, Zhang Zhuxun snorted coldly, "Don't rush to deny it. You know best what you think in your heart. Also, when you were in the backwater of the mine, you actually wanted me very much." It’s a pity that I didn’t get what you wanted. I must be very disappointed.”
The emergence of Zhang Zhuxun is undoubtedly a very big variable for Lao Itch's plan. Under uncertain circumstances, silencing him is the obvious and most effective measure.
Moreover, the less people knew about Lao Itch's secret, the better. As for Wu Xiaoxie, the two of them had been friends for twenty years, so they could barely be considered one of their own and could be trusted.
But Zhang Shuxun was different. This guy was just like Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway, but Wu Xiaoxie still trusted him very much. Lao Itchy couldn't find a suitable opportunity to make a move.
Not only had to carry Wu Xiaoxie on his back, but also prevent himself and Wu Xiaoxie from being injured. Finally, he got a chance, but Zhang Zhu had a high force value and solved the trouble in minutes.
Lao Itch felt like a beeping dog. Looking at Zhang Zhuxun's sullen face, he really wanted to punch the old bastard and hit him in the chest.
Zhang Zhuxun and Wu Xiaoxie watched the expression on the old Yinbi's face constantly changing and flickering, wondering what they were thinking about.
Wu Xiaoxie frowned and said, "If you continue to be secretive, Muyu and I will turn around and leave."
"Don't!" Lao Itch quickly stopped him and gritted his teeth, "I can't tell you now. I will only tell you what you want to know after I actually enter the ancient tomb. I promise to tell you everything word for word."
Believe it or not.
Zhang Zhuoxun rolled his eyes, "Who knows what dangers are waiting under this secret door? You are not capable of doing such an immoral thing as using a good brother as a pathfinder."
Lao Itch really hates Zhang Zhuxun's bad mouth. It's so loud. You can show off, right?
The key is that I am so damn good that I can't stand up to others.
Lao Itch was so aggrieved that he could only choose the persimmon to talk to. "Anyway, this secret door must be opened. There are very, very, very big opportunities in it. You will definitely not regret it."
Wu Xiaoxie heard him say three "extraordinary"s in a row. Regardless of the amount of moisture in his words, at least there must be something good here.
As for not regretting it later, Wu Xiaoxie was noncommittal.
The atmosphere is too dull.
Lao Itchy took out a small oilcloth bag from his inner pocket, which contained three crumpled cigarettes and a small box of matches.
He put a cigarette in his mouth, took out a match and struck it hard on the edge of the small box. With a "pop", a brilliant spark burned.
Lao Itch took a nice breath, puffed out a thick smoke from his nostrils, and sighed: "I'll give you an accurate answer."
A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, "No need to think about it, I have already decided it for you."
A cold object pressed against the back of Lao Itchy's head as he finished speaking.
Several people walked out from the shadows of the dark place where the light could not reach, and each of them looked fierce. Wu Xiaoxie took a closer look and saw that they were clearly Uncle Tai's group who had set off before them.
Before he could react, a small gust of wind suddenly blew around him.
The next moment, the two big men who were pointing guns at Wu Xiaoxie flew backwards three meters away, fell heavily to the ground, and passed over.
Zhang Zhuxun's attack was clean and neat. He was just a few old bastards, so he couldn't waste much effort at all.
After more than ten seconds, Uncle Tai and his group were lying down and kneeling, all of them losing the ability to move.
The man inside who looked like a boss named Wang struggled and fought back twice, but it didn't stop Zhang Zhu from knocking him down within two moves.
The process from being hijacked to turning against the client took no more than one minute.
Zhang Shuxun regretfully patted the non-existent dust on his hands, which was too unruly.
"Go and tie them up."
Zhang Zhuxun gave orders as a matter of course.
The executor is Lao Itch.
Zhang Zhuxun's coquettish moves once again blinded him, and he couldn't help but disobey him.
Lao Itch took out those people's belts and tied the backs of their hands to make the best use of them.
The leader, Uncle Tai, did not faint, but he would rather faint by himself.
Uncle Tai stared at Zhang Zhuxun in horror, and the villain in his heart yelled, "This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
However, reality gave him a hard blow and gave him a three-stroke whirlwind kick for free.
Uncle Tai swallowed his saliva, and when he saw Zhang Zhuxun squatting in front of him with a smile like a smiling tiger, his heart was pounding, "This...this expert, we are blind and don't know Mount Tai, so we hope you can show your respect." , let a few of us live."
Seeing that the smile on Zhang Shuxun's face disappeared, he hurriedly added: "I will compensate you. I have a lot of money. I don't want any of the good things I found in the tomb this time. I will give them all to you..." "
Uncle Tai was such a arrogant person when he was at the food stall. I think he was also a well-known figure in Hong Kong City. Now he knelt down pitifully and begged for mercy, with snot and tears streaming down his old face. He looked so pitiful. .
Zhang Zhuxun looked a little unbearable - how strange!
These guys are all desperadoes. They all start with two or three lives in their hands. They are proficient in the shameless skills such as attacking gangsters, killing donkeys, and crossing rivers and bridges.
How could Zhang Zhuxun let them go just because of such shoddy and eye-catching acting skills? How can it be.
If he hadn't been here this time, these desperadoes would have definitely asked him to explore the way ahead or use him as bait after catching Wu Xiaoxie.
"Hiss..." Zhang Zhuoxun narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that he might as well kill him and act as justice for God.
Seeing the murderous intent in Zhang Zhuoxun's eyes getting stronger, Uncle Tai really wanted to cry. What the hell is this?
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said wisely: "I know some of the situations in the ancient tomb. As long as this young man is merciful, I can explore the way for you from the front."
It was important to save their lives. As for those lying down, their own lives were in danger at the moment, so those few could only hope for their own good.
There was no need to anger the evil god in front of him for a few temporary teammates.
