"Where are the people?"
"have no idea."
"With so many pairs of eyes staring at you, people actually ran away. Just wait and be punished..."
After the middle-aged woman vented hysterically for a while, her anger dissipated. Finally noticed the pale faces of her subordinates.
"What's wrong? You're all injured?"
The little Zhao with a Chinese character said sadly, "Yes, our arms are all broken."
After another round of criticism, the Chinese-character-faced Xiao Zhao asked, "Are you going to find him?"
"Looking for? Forget it. I've already shown mercy. Don't worry about losing your life inexplicably next time. Go to the hospital first. They are really lawless gangsters."
...
Muzishan arrived at the gate of the Xiang family as quickly as possible. Xiang Shaoqin, Xiang Shaoshu, and a group of bodyguards and other Xiang family members had already arrived at the gate.
There was a man standing outside the broken iron door. Mu Zishan's first impression when he saw this man was that he was so tall. Over two meters tall, his height was not entirely due to his stature. It was a kind of arrogance that came from his soul. He was condescending and did not take the people in front of him seriously at all.
Mu Zishan looked at this man seriously. Judging from his appearance, he did have the qualifications to be proud. His brown hair was very clean, he had high-level features like a male model, and his eyes were as blue as the sea, and he seemed to be able to see everything. .
With a man's well-proportioned body shape and a pair of long, toned legs, this Westerner is perfect from top to bottom. He was even more elegantly dressed, wearing a striped dark suit, a blood-red shirt, and a blood-red handkerchief in his jacket pocket. Muzishan could guarantee that this man was the most handsome man in a suit he had ever seen.
Slowly, Mu Zishan turned his attention to the weapon held in the man's right hand. It was a Western giant sword, also known as a chopping sword. It was one meter and a half long, with a blunt and round head, wide and thin. The blade has a blunt axe-like edge below the sword grid. Everything about this sword was meant for cutting. It was supposed to be a giant sword held with both hands. This man held the sword in one hand, with the tip of the sword slightly touching the ground. He didn't seem to feel any violation.
This man did not come in. Even Xiang Shaoqin was at a loss at this scene. Should he go up to say hello, or rely on the crowd to cover him up.
He seemed to be waiting. No one knew what he was waiting for, but Muzishan seemed to know what he was waiting for. He is waiting for all the masters to come over and solve it all at once. He seems to be afraid of trouble.
Muzishan walked to the front without hesitation, and when he walked to Xiang Shaoqin, he winked at Xiang Shaoqin. Although Xiang Shaoqin didn't understand why, he still accepted Mu Zishan's suggestion and they retreated. All the Xiang family members retreated behind the carp pond.
Mu Zishan's height of 1.8 meters is actually considered a man, but in front of this Western man, he is like a child.
Mu Zishan said, "I don't know that your visit is too far away to welcome you."
The man finally glanced at Mu Zishan at this time, because Mu Zishan used standard French dialect.
Muzishan has been with Yang Qianji these years and has heard Yang Qianji talk a lot about the customs and customs of Europe. He knows that brown-haired people generally live in the north-central part of Europe, where most people speak French. Muzishan's various languages naturally come from I learned it from Yang Qianji, so most of them have ancient accents.
"Your French is very standard. I didn't expect an oriental child to speak such a noble language."
Muzishan smiled bitterly when he heard this. He originally used French greetings to delay the time or get some information out of the other person's mouth, but he didn't expect to get such a comment like an elder judging a younger one.
"Your Majesty, why are you here?"
"I'm here to kill, kid. I allow you to get out of the way. I can pretend I didn't see you."
Mu Zishan sighed secretly. He knew that there was nothing more to say. This person was a strong enemy. Mu Zishan felt that this person was definitely beyond his ability and was not something he could deal with. At this moment, he was no longer qualified to hide his secrets. He opened his own field and prepared to defend against the enemy.
...
Not far away, in the garden of the main house, the Xiang family members were now dead and injured. The red blood covered the previous black blood, and there were fresh stumps and minced meat. Several Xiang family members were still alive, falling to the ground and twitching from time to time. A few times, I really can't imagine that a day ago this was one of the rare and exquisite gardens in the world, and now it has become such a scene in the depths of hell.
Twenty or thirty relatively intact men in black were standing in front of the main door of the Xiang family's house.
They took turns hitting the door with their fists and feet. They didn't know what kind of wood this door was made of, but it was actually a bit stronger than steel. It withstood their indiscriminate bombing for several minutes. After all, this was the last door for the Xiang family. How could the defense be broken through so easily?
Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a rhythmic banging on the door.
Suddenly all the sounds stopped, and all the people in black stopped moving.
The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and the men in black seemed to be conscious at this time, and they were also shocked, and they backed away one after another.
The first thing that came out of the door was a wheelchair. Sitting on the wheelchair was a beautiful girl. This girl's beauty was soft but delicate, slender but not morbid. She was a kind of classical Chinese beauty.
The girl took a faint look at her surroundings and showed a look of pain after seeing the situation in the garden.
In an instant, a white lotus bloomed on the girl's chest, and Xiang Xuening's Qi blossomed. When approaching the man in black, the color of the flowers suddenly turned purple.
The flower language of purple mandala is fear, and a flood of emotions floods into the mind of the man in black.
Although the men in black were numb, they were human beings after all, or at least they had been human beings before. The emotions that had passed away were suddenly activated, and they were a hundred times stronger than when they were alive. At this time, more than a dozen men in black began to tremble, and the trembling intensity gradually became larger and larger. Some men in black actually fell down.
Xiang Xuening's expression changed in vain at this moment, becoming gentle and sacred.
Her energy changed again, and the purple mandala turned into a white wild lily. All the people in black knelt down in an instant. Although the wild lily is not noble, it is pure, and its flower language is that happiness will eventually come.
For these living dead, their only happiness may be death. Death is their release.
Xiang Xuening began to mutter something.
"Lord, save me. Have mercy on me according to your steadfast love. According to your abundant mercy, wash away my transgressions. Wash away my transgressions and cleanse me from my sin. I pray to you I have sinned against you only, and have done evil in your sight. I was born in iniquity, and I was in sin from the time my mother conceived me..."
Xiang Xuening read an obscure Western eulogy in a sacred tone. A magical scene happened. Those fierce men in black suddenly seemed to have their souls sucked out and fell to the ground one after another.
"Sister Silong, let's go."
Liu Silong has a relationship with the Xiang sisters. It was Liu Silong, Zhang Qilu and Xu Qianqian who rescued their sisters from Zhao Da and others, so Xiang Xuening was able to establish a trusting relationship with Liu Silong as soon as she woke up.
"Ah? Where to go." Liu Silong has not yet woken up from the shock in front of him.
"Go to the gate, there is a powerful guy there."
...
"Where are you taking me?"
Qin Dao was pushed into a black car by several secret service officers in black suits. As soon as he got in the car, he saw the smiling fat man from yesterday.
"Your friend ran away, we will detain you somewhere else."
"Seizure? Am I now considered a confirmed suspect?"
"Your situation is special." Smiling Tiger did not answer Qin Dao directly.
Qin Dao glanced around casually. There was a black car traveling in front and behind him. Not long after the convoy drove, he realized that it was getting more and more deviated. The car was heading towards the suburbs of Shanghai.
Qin Dao knew that it was definitely not a good thing for these officials to go to the suburbs at this time. Qin Dao didn't want them to notice his concerns, so he asked casually
"By the way, when did my friend run away?"
The smiling tiger glanced at Qin Dao in the rearview mirror. He thought about it for a moment, as if he didn't want to anger Qin Dao. He reluctantly said, "Half an hour ago, you guys were really capable. When people left, it was like... It was like disappearing into thin air, not even caught on the monitor.”
Qin Dao closed his eyes at this moment. He knew that the situation outside must have changed, but he was still not ready to run. Now that he knew that Zhang Qilu was out of their control, he felt more at ease. He wanted to see what happened to these people. What to do.
The road conditions were very good in the morning, and the car drove further and further off the road for a while. Qin Dao knew that the car seemed to be heading towards Shanghai Second International Airport.
Qin Dao secretly thought, trouble, they are trying to get him out of Shanghai, this is not possible, Qin Dao shrank his neck, slightly moved his muscles under the straitjacket, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he was ready to run away.
At this moment, Qin Dao noticed something strange. Two freight trucks in the next lane ahead suddenly slowed down. Qin Dao didn't have time to remind him. A truck suddenly changed lanes and hit the car behind it.
An accident happened suddenly. The two cars in front and behind were knocked over by trucks. Two more cars came from behind, surrounding the car Qin Dao was riding in.
The next second, a grenade with smoke was shot into the car. Qin Dao took a small breath and held his breath. This was a smoke bomb with a hypnotic effect. Qin Dao pretended to be unconscious at this time, but he wanted to see who was trying to catch him. He is also prepared to weigh the opponent's weight.
After a while, Qin Dao felt that two people were holding him up, and then Qin Dao was put into another car.
Qin Dao fell asleep and secretly counted the time. Less than ten minutes later, the car stopped. Qin Dao calculated by speed and time that it was probably only about five kilometers away from the place where he was hijacked. In this era of imperfect road surveillance, they just made a few turns. Qin Dao knew that he was trying to trick people under the light, which made it more difficult for the officials to find him.
After a while, a basin of cold water was poured on Qin Dao's face, and Qin Dao pretended to open his eyes. He looked around and saw that this was a luxuriously decorated villa.
Qin Dao soon discovered that there were five people sitting or standing in front of him. I have finally reached the den of thieves.
Some people died, but not completely...
