The Dilong Gang is stationed in a stockade on the outskirts of Beicheng.
I heard a voice from far away: "The gang leader is back."
The wooden village door that was more than three people tall was opened, and some people came to greet him.
At the entrance of the lobby, there was a man in a dark green robe with a mustache standing with a smile. The gang leader with a Chinese character turned around and said, "Take these two people to the dungeon."
He Wu broke away from the gang members who were twisting his hands and shouted, "The uncle asked us to help you, how can you imprison us!"
The gang leader with the Chinese character face tore off the kindness in front of Yuan Hu and said with a fierce and ruthless air, "You are serious about it. Your uncle just wants to put it in a nice way to save face. That means giving you two to me, huh."
"I'll go by myself." Zhan Changfeng gently declined the approach of several people. The appearance made them feel novel, so they didn't deliberately escort her, but his mouth was dirty.
The Dilong Gang took them to a cave in the back mountain, opened the iron door, and pushed them, "Stay well."
The dungeon was dark and damp, and there was still the sound of dripping water in the silence. The ground was rugged with rocks, and there was no place to stand. Among these rocks, many people were squatting or lying down. Looking at their expressions, they were all numb and trembling.
As soon as he stepped into the dungeon, a sweltering heat and smell rushed over his head and face. He Wu was choked and coughed as soon as he opened his mouth, and his face turned green. He covered his nose and squatted aside in self-defeat, "I was the one who caused you trouble."
Zhan Changfeng didn't answer. In fact, it should be said that she let this person go, and it was not certain who would be implicated.
At this time, a male duck voice mocked, "Isn't this Master Bing? Why is he locked up here? Isn't it true that the gangsters eat the gangsters?"
"Shut up, or I'll beat you up!"
"Just try to show off your ability to us, and the end will not be the same."
"Hahaha, I'm telling you, we eat, drink, and poop in this prison. You all have the opportunity to watch these adults take off their pants and poop. Let's see how these bitches are different from us! Isn't it!"
Several sneers sounded in the dark dungeon. He Wutie stared at these prisoners with a livid face. Their dirty faces showed a lot of secret pleasure.
This pleasure comes from the hostility towards the soldiers in Beicheng.
"He helps others do evil, so he will be punished this time."
"They were the ones who watched my brother being beaten to death and covered up for the murderer."
"What's the use of such a person living? It would be better to die early."
These tortured people finally found an outlet, and one after another accusations were thrown at the two men wearing navy blue military uniforms, with angry words.
What they accused was not his doing, but he still felt chills in his heart, and he was so embarrassed that he huddled there without saying a word.
In the lobby, the Guozilian gang leader looked unhappy, "That kid escaped. This guy is too cunning, and a lot of money was stolen from them."
"What's going on with those two soldiers?" asked the man with two mustaches.
The gang leader explained the situation, and the man with the mustache said thoughtfully, "Gang leader, I'm afraid it's not good for you to test Yuan Hu like this. Even if you test him, you can't really bring him back. He's narrow-minded."
The man with the mustache frowned when he saw the Chinese-character face, "You won't be attracted to it, right?"
The Chinese-character face pretended to be relaxed and drank the wine, and smiled obscenely and said, "What's the point? I won't send it to him until tonight."
The word "sex" came to mind, and the man with the mustache was worried, and his tone became serious, "Send the person back before dark, and apologize properly. There is a uncle behind Yuan Hu who is supporting us. I don't know if he will stumbling upon us."
"You are too cautious. The location of the red gold mine is in our hands, so he dares."
"It's in our hands now. Once the cooperation starts, it's not certain who owns the sovereignty. If he has a bad idea, he would rather give others a piece of the pie and abandon us."
Guozi looked unhappy. If it weren't for his thoroughness and cleverness, how could it be his turn to be the deputy gang leader and dictate to him.
That smooth and worldly smile appeared on his face again, "Then listen to the deputy gang leader, someone, bring that woman up!"
The man with the mustache lowered his eyes and picked up the food on the table.
"Gang leader, deputy gang leader, people have brought them."
He stroked his mustache with his thumb and looked up at the door, hoping to see who had almost ruined the Dilong Gang's affairs with his face. However, the first thing he saw was that it was obvious who was coming. Calm.
"I wonder what happened to the gang leader?"
Guo Zi's face was malicious, and his tone was threatening, "I don't dare to offend Yuan Hu, I will send you back to him now."
Send you back to him. The point is clear.
Zhan Changfeng seemed a little surprised, "Don't you dare to offend Yuan Hu, the gang leader? It seems that the Dilong Gang is not that good either."
The Chinese character snorted coldly, "Some people don't dare to offend, and some people can't. I don't dare to offend them, but you can't offend them. Do you know the difference between them? I can't resist better than you." He who cannot resist is a hundred times better off."
"That makes sense, but I need to get something before I leave."
The Chinese-character face felt confused, "Whatever you want to take, whatever is here is yours, a joke!"
"I need to lend you your life." Zhan Changfeng stretched out a hand, palm upward, in the simplest starting gesture, "Please."
The gangsters on duty in the lobby all laughed. What are you doing? The prisoners still dare to challenge each other. Is it a dying struggle or a fight?
Someone laughed and whistled, "Gang leader, I'm relying on you!"
"Hahaha, then I will show you my skills today." The Chinese character face did not take her words at heart.
The man with the mustache looked at the calm-looking man and realized that something was starting to get out of control. He stood up and said, "Gang leader, be careful of fraud. Let me go and meet her first."
The Chinese-character face looked displeased with him and waved his hand irritably, "What can a foundation-building master do to my Dzogchen?"
As he spoke, he kicked his foot and landed heavily in front of Zhan Changfeng. He smashed cracks in the stone bricks on the ground. The crowd cheered, and even a dozen people gathered together to invite friends.
The difference between Dacheng and Dzogchen was not even close to that of Dzogchen. He had a confident face, but he didn't even use weapons or any fighting skills. He just fought her with his five fingers and claws.
The five fingers that can penetrate mountains and rocks are fierce and windy, and the fist techniques that combine strength and softness are unpredictable. They seem to be equal, but in fact they are one-sided.
The Chinese-character face was in a bad mood. No matter how hard he tried, he would be hit back with the same force. While he was gradually losing strength, the opponent still had some strength left. At this moment, he felt that his dignity as a master had been trampled on, and he couldn't After thinking about the previous teasing, "Ape Arm Fist!"
His sleeves exploded, his arms grew long and thick, and his biceps were knotted. Every muscle was filled with powerful strength. He punched it down, leaving only a one-meter-wide pit exposed in front of everyone behind the smoke.
"Huh, it's not too late to beg for mercy now!"
Zhan Changfeng looked at the Chinese-character face after using combat skills. His two arms together were thicker than his body, and he was quite powerful and flexible.
She pulled down the heavy curtain on the pillar and covered her head with Guozi Lian. At the same time, she moved and swiped, and she pulled out the knife from a gang member's waist. Guozi Lian just tore through the curtain and struck with a giant fist. .
The Chinese-character face was getting more and more surprised, how could a Dacheng's power persist for so long and play tricks on people!
Although Zhan Changfeng was holding a sword, he was using sword intent. The sword intent that directly attacked the soul caused him to retreat steadily.
He slashed Fei Guozixian's arm with a knife, then turned the tip of the knife and slit his throat, slamming the man to the ground.
She pointed the knife at the Chinese character's head and glanced at the gang members in the lobby. "You, go out and beat the drum and call everyone together."
