The news that Chen Bei left Qilong Island spread quickly.
In the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, Chen Xiang had mixed feelings in his heart when he heard the news.
He knew about the Xiao family's visit to Fulong Temple. After so long, there was no response on Qilong Island. Prime Minister Chen thought that Chen Bei's previous talk about going to Fulong Temple was just talk. Unexpectedly, Chen Beihui caught him off guard at this time.
Feeling a little uneasy in his heart, Prime Minister Chen couldn't help but finally ordered: "Send two people to follow. If Fulong Temple kills you, remember to bring them back."
"What if he kills him?" Compared to Chen Bei, the people below were more worried about the people from Fulong Temple.
"Then wait until he finishes his attack and then bring the person back." Chen Xiang cursed angrily.
The vast Huangsha Ancient Road seems to have been written into history, and the surrounding continuous towering mountains seem to have stepped out of the years.
Looking at the desolate ancient towns around him, Chen Bei suddenly felt the weight of history. However, in the sky full of yellow sand, Chen Bei only felt that it was a good place to kill people.
Chen Bei has been in Longshou City for three days, and Fulong Temple is on the top of Longshou Mountain in the northwest.
During the past three days, Chen Bei had been wandering around the city aimlessly, feeling the different customs and customs of the northwest.
But before Chen Bei could finish feeling it, this earthen city gave Chen Bei a powerful blow.
"Are you Chen Bei?"
At night, at a roadside stall, Chen Beizhen was sizzling delicious roast lamb when he was suddenly surrounded by a group of people.
The leader was only wearing short sleeves, revealing the dark tattoos on his body.
Chen Bei raised his eyes, glanced at him lightly, and then slowly picked up the last skewer of mutton.
He has no intention of paying any attention to him.
"What the hell!" Seeing that he was ignored, the tattooed young man angrily grabbed the plate on the table and started to smash it on Chen Bei's head.
As soon as he reached out, Chen Bei had already finished the mutton skewers in his hand. A bamboo stick was thrown out and penetrated directly through the back of the tattooed young man's hand, nailing one of his hands to the table.
"Ah!" A scream interrupted the lively atmosphere of the night market. With quick eyes and quick hands, Chen Bei stuffed another half of the naan into the guy's big mouth.
"Quiet!" Chen Bei scolded the man with dissatisfaction, and then looked at the group of boys who came with him. Seeing the miserable state of the tattooed young man, none of the boys dared to speak out. Only then did Chen Bei take out his hand. He took out his cell phone and said to the boss: "Pay the bill."
The boss was so scared that he almost cried. He came over shivering to settle the bill. In the end, for the nearly 200 yuan barbecue, the boss directly marked off a big zero and only charged 100 yuan.
Chen Bei took a toothpick, held the bamboo stick in his hand, and led the tattooed young man out of the night market, found a secluded place, and then threw the man to the ground.
"You are very disappointing to me." Chen Bei put his hands in his hands, with disdain written on his face: "I waited for you for three days. Which company do you belong to? Your business ability is so poor that you don't have to live anymore?"
Chen Bei was also really thinking about them. He had been here for three days, even half a month since he left Qilong Island, and he made it clear that he came to Fulong Temple. As a result, only now did this group of people find his whereabouts. It would be fine if he hid his whereabouts. He always made a big splash wherever he went. As a result, only now did he meet this group of troublemakers.
Absolutely outrageous!
I don’t see how the imperial capital is in such a state, why do these people in the northwest live such a lazy life?
"Who sent you?"
Chen Bei had just left, and he missed the taste of mutton kebabs again. He was also a little anxious when asking questions, and accidentally stepped on the back of the young man's hand.
The man howled miserably again, wailing for a long time without saying anything.
Chen Bei pointed at the group of boys following behind him and waved to them. The boy whom Chen Bei had originally pointed out didn't want to move, but his body did move forward subconsciously.
Chen Bei touched his pocket, took out a spring knife from it, opened it and put it in his hand: "If you are familiar with him, you can ask."
The young man looked at the switchblade in his hand and his whole body was shaking.
It wasn't like he hadn't seen Chen Bei pierce the back of their boss's hand with a bamboo stick just now.
Those kind of magical methods are not something people like them can provoke.
Seeing his appearance, he felt like he was scared to death. Chen Bei patted his shoulder and said with relief: "It's okay. If you ask, it's his business whether he answers or not."
"Big boss, let me go, let me go, I, I don't know anything."
The little guy's voice was trembling a little, and after he finished speaking, he collapsed.
Chen Bei glanced at him, grabbed the switchblade from his hand with some dissatisfaction, and pointed to the other boy: "Here you go."
The boy looked around and suddenly turned pale: "No, no, I, I can't come."
"Brother, I still have something to do at home, I..."
However, no matter how much he wanted to leave, his body felt as if it was not his own, and he still behaved himself and arrived in front of Chen Bei honestly.
But in the end, seven or eight younger brothers took turns, but no one dared to take the dagger from Chen Bei's hand.
Chen Bei secretly said a pity, then squatted in front of the tattooed young man:
"Well, let's play a game. The name of the game is to stick to the end."
"You can choose to carry it to the end, or you can choose to let me cut you."
"Of course, if you can't bear it, you can also say who sent you here."
"Have you thought about it?" Chen Bei held the dagger and wiped the blade on his body. Chen Bei then looked at the young man with the switchblade with some disdain:
"Why do you go out with an unedged switchblade when you have nothing to do?"
"But it doesn't matter. If it's not bladed, it's not bladed. A dull knife is more effective when cutting flesh."
Chen Bei's words were very soft, but in this dark place, they fell into the ears of these timid people. At this moment, they were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders split apart and they started to vomit.
What the hell, who did they offend?
I thought they were already perverted enough, but I didn't expect to provoke someone even more perverted than them today.
"The first game has begun."
As soon as Chen Bei took action, he directly put the switchblade to the young man's ear. The blade rubbed the guy's ear back and forth twice, and Chen Bei immediately felt a strange smell.
Chen Bei retracted, his brows furrowed, his face full of blame:
"Look at you, you don't care about hygiene at all, you defecate everywhere!"
"Someone comes here!" Chen Bei stood up and threw the dagger on the ground: "Either you eat the pile he pulled out, or..."
Chen Bei didn't say anything further, but the meaning of his words was self-evident.
