Zuixin Tower.
By the time the two started fighting, all the diners on the second floor had already fled. Only two waiters were hiding at the entrance of the stairs, looking at Zhang Yimeng in horror, as if they didn't dare to rely on him.
No way, life is forcing someone to pay for the broken tables and chairs. If not, then they can only deduct the wages of the store employees. The shopkeeper will not consider himself unlucky and pay for it himself, and will definitely suck the blood from the employees.
This is not a small sum of money for people at the bottom. It means that they may work for a few months in the future, which is a serious blow to families with families.
Zhang Yimeng has lived with his father in Lantian County since he was a child. His father is engaged in criminal investigation work. It is common to visit households to investigate cases, and he must be aware of the lives of people at the bottom.
Zhang Yimeng will never be stingy with his money for some cash-strapped gangsters, and the same goes for low-level people. He has his own set of rules for doing things.
Glancing at the two shivering waiters hiding at the entrance of the stairs, Zhang Yimeng scratched his head in embarrassment, then took out his shriveled purse, without even looking at the amount, and threw it onto the empty table next to him, saying: " I only have so much, I think it should be enough, I'm sorry..."
After Zhang Yimeng said to the waiter at the entrance of the stairs, he jumped up, hooked the window with one hand, and flew a carp out of the window. Only the two waiters were left in shock. You looked at me and I looked at you. Some of them couldn't believe themselves. ears.
When the business is open, how can there be no trouble? What's more, it's a restaurant? In the past, there were many quacks who made trouble in the store, but they would just leave after finishing the fight. Their behavior was extremely chic, and their attitude was even more arrogant. How could they reason with you, a little waiter?
Zhang Yimeng's initiative to compensate was beyond the expectations of the two waiters. Originally, they had no hope and just wanted to give it a try.
I didn't expect this person to be so easy to talk to.
It is not unreasonable that Zhang Neng and Dong Zhang play together. Both of them are kind to the disadvantaged groups, but extremely cruel to those who have extraordinary ambitions.
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Although he was delayed for some time in Zuixin Building, with Zhang Yimeng's tracking ability, the swordsman could not escape. Tracking and counter-reconnaissance were Zhang Yimeng's special skills that he had practiced since he was a child.
After grabbing all the way out of the window of Zuixin Building, the swordsman ran all the way out of the city. While running, he looked nervously sideways and looked back. It was obvious that he really had no way to deal with Zhang Yimeng.
Jumping all the way to the deep mountains and forests for more than ten miles, the swordsman thought that he had escaped Zhang Yimeng's control. The heartstrings that had just relaxed tightened again the moment he turned around to look.
The young man who seemed to be haunted by a demon had strolled a hundred meters behind him at some point, and his slow posture made people's scalp numb.
Looking hard at Zhang Yimeng who was walking behind him, the swordsman gritted his teeth and continued to run towards the mountains. Although he was indeed hiding his clumsiness and did not use the strongest means to deal with the enemy, the swordsman was shocked after a simple confrontation with Zhang Yimeng. Even if he tried his best, he would never be a match for that young man.
Because the gap between the two is really too big, it's as huge a gap as the gap between second-rate and first-rate.
The two of them escaped and chased each other, running for fifty or sixty miles in succession. At this time, the young swordsman was already exhausted. With his internal strength, he shouldn't have been tired so early, but with injuries on his body, he must have had a strong influence on his aura. Some influence.
At this time, Zhang Yimeng was really surprised. He didn't expect that this kid's light kung fu was so good. He didn't hold back at all, but pursued with all his strength. But even so, the swordsman could suddenly speed up at critical moments. .
You must know that Zhang Yimeng's Qinggong is definitely not low. In the original work, he can disappear the moment Huang Rong enters the room, and he can also write a few big words and leave them to Huang Rong in the moment of hurriedly leaving. Huang Rong's light body skills are definitely inferior.
And now this swordsman's physical skills are actually two points better than Zhang Yimeng's. If he hadn't relied on his deep internal strength to pursue the latter, most people who didn't have the same tracking ability as Zhang Yimeng would have been escaped by the swordsman long ago.
From this point of view, Zhang Yimeng was even more certain that the origin of this swordsman was definitely unusual, and his mastership was definitely not below the Five Ultimate Skills, because only people of that level could teach such juniors, otherwise it would be unexplainable.
"It's getting more and more interesting, Dongzhang, you kid can't escape from this delicious meal..."
Encountering such prey, Zhang Yimeng gradually became excited, and his whole body stirred up his true energy to shoot out an afterimage in the direction of the swordsman's escape.
At sunset, a bright moon quietly hung on the branches.
The two men had been running for more than a hundred miles for a long time. At this time, the young swordsman was already dizzy from exhaustion. If it weren't for the tenacious sense of survival in his heart, he would have fallen down long ago.
On the other hand, Zhang Yimeng still looked calm and relaxed. Even if he ran for another day and night, it wouldn't be much of a burden to him. This was the strength in the first-class realm.
At this time, the distance between the two people was getting closer and closer, and they were only about thirty meters apart. Looking at the swordsman in front of him who was gradually losing his pace, Zhang Yimeng smiled and said: "Boy, if you keep running, you will die suddenly. How wonderful." Wouldn’t it be a pity for such a rising star to die like this?”
Along the way, Zhang Yimeng tried hard to persuade him to surrender, but the young swordsman ignored him and just ran away, which made Zhang Yimeng feel a little helpless.
It was the same at this time. The swordsman didn't pay attention to Zhang Yimeng's persuasion to surrender, and instead took the alley to get in.
Soon, the swordsman passed through a narrow path, and what he saw was a huge courtyard, located deep in the jungle. When he saw the shadow of the courtyard in front of him, the swordsman's absent-minded eyes suddenly flashed with bursts of brilliant light.
For some unknown reason, an inexplicable force surged out of his exhausted body, and his speed increased a bit. It was like a flashback, and he jumped towards the courtyard down the mountain with a few quick jumps.
This made Zhang Yimeng behind him look a little confused, but he was a skilled and brave man, so it didn't matter if his fellow swordsman was here, he Zhang Yimeng didn't take it seriously at all.
Then he took steps and chased forward.
As soon as the two people jumped into the courtyard, Zhang Yimeng lost sight of the swordsman. However, he did not panic, but slowly scanned the courtyard wall. As soon as he stepped into the corner, the swordsman's figure flashed before his eyes. .
Zhang Yimeng frowned slightly and stepped forward to pursue him. The two of them turned around and came to a side door. Looking at the swordsman disappearing inside the door, Zhang Yimeng turned the folding fan into his hand, held it behind his back and raised his energy to chase forward.
As soon as he entered the hall, Zhang Yimeng felt something bad. He found that this was actually the headquarters of the Beggar Clan. No wonder Fancai felt that the inner hall was crowded when he entered the hall. There were many people in the hall when he heard footsteps. This was why Zhang Yimeng was hesitant just now. place.
But he didn't care much about it, so what about the Beggar Clan? Apart from Hong Qigong, he didn't even care about the others who could stop him.
They broke into the main altar from the side door. At this time, the crowd had not noticed them at all. Except for a few people, Zhang Yimeng ignored this and jumped through the crowd after the swordsman's figure.
Unexpectedly, the swordsman's left-hand sword suddenly took action at this time, aiming at the few Beggar Clan disciples who had discovered them.
Swish, swish, swish!
A cold light suddenly appeared. Before the Beggar Clan disciples could react, the swordsman had already quickly cut through their throats with his sword. When he was done, he turned around and gave Zhang Yimeng a provocative look, and then quickly flashed in. Disappeared in the crowd.
"Heh...little bastard..."
He tilted his head and sneered indifferently, Zhang Yimeng rushed into the crowd with a fan, but at this time, someone in the beggar gang had already discovered his dead brother.
"There's an assassin!
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This discovery immediately put Zhang Yimeng in a difficult position. Thousands of people in the general forum all turned to look at Zhang Yimeng, who was wearing an unusually eye-catching outfit. There was no way, everyone must wear work clothes at the Beggar Clan Conference. You can only look at the beggar outfit at a glance. A normal one, no matter who you are looking at.
Watching the swordsman's figure quickly disappear from the side door of the opposite hall, a vein immediately appeared on Zhang Yimeng's forehead: "Get out of here!"
Facing the many Beggar Clan disciples blocking him, Zhang Yimeng raised his leg as fast as lightning and kicked the person in front of him on the chin, sending him flying several meters and knocking down seven or eight people in succession.
At this time, the Beggar Gang suddenly felt like a hornet's nest being stabbed. Hundreds of people quickly rushed to surround Zhang Yimeng. The latter did not panic, kicked out, then jumped forward, leaned forward, and punched Zhang Yimeng. A disciple of the Beggar Clan who wanted to hug him was sent flying several meters away.
He transformed into a tiger and leopard and rushed into the crowd, fighting his way through the crowd. In just a few breaths, no one among the thousands of members of the Beggar Clan came close to Zhang Yimeng.
Since the area was only so small, there were only a few people who could surround him. No matter how many people there were, it would be impossible for them to rush forward together.
Looking at the Beggar Clan disciples who were gradually forming an encirclement, Zhang Yimeng knew that it would be difficult for him to catch up with the swordsman today, and he would have to go through a bloody battle here.
But there was no panic at all. He looked at the side door of the opposite hall and smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect that, the little bastard is very lucky, and he was tricked by you..."
