"Bata...bata..."

"call……"

White smoke was spit out from the shadow's mouth, like a sharp arrow, shot several meters away before curling away.

Zhou Jia's face turned pale, his whole body was tense, and his drunkenness was gone. He clenched his ax and shield with both hands and looked at the figure in the forest:

"Cao...Guanshi Cao?"

"It's me." Manager Cao smoked a cigarette and walked slowly out of the darkness, looking like a smile but not a smile:

"Brother Zhou, we meet again."

"Whoosh!"

Seeing who was coming, Zhou Jia turned around and ran away without saying a word.

It's not far from the market, and it's not yet time for the market to disperse. There are patrols there, and no one dares to use force casually.

As for head-on confrontation...

Why take risks if you don't have to?

The opponent is a sixth-grade marrow-cutting expert!

"call……"

Like a breeze blowing, a black shadow fluttered past several big trees and landed in front, blocking the way.

So fast!

Zhou Jia's heart sank.

Didn’t Cheng Shaowen say that he chopped the opponent with a knife?

How could this kind of posture and this rosy complexion belong to an injured person? His already worried heart became more and more gloomy.

Manager Cao held a cigarette rod in his hand, changed into a black outfit, and hung a cloth bag around his waist. His usual expression was a bit ferocious:

"Brother Zhou, why did you run away when you saw me?"

"Is it possible..."

"What bad thing did you do?"

"No, no." Zhou Jia said with a wry smile:

"Manager Cao, I'm just a dawdler. I'm satisfied with just having an errand. I really don't know anything about you."

"Walk around?" Manager Cao smoked a dry cigarette and spoke slowly:

"That's good. In today's ignorant world, it is already a lot of hardships to be able to stand and survive."

"If you want to get ahead, it's even harder than reaching the sky!"

"Yes, yes." Zhou Jia responded repeatedly.

"But." Manager Cao exhaled smoke and said:

"If someone can serve as a pedal, it is possible to go up. For example, Mr. Cao blocked your way up."

"No, no." Zhou Jia shook his head hurriedly:

"Manager Cao misunderstood. Besides, I just came to the mine a few days ago and I don't know everything. How could I hurt you?"

"What do you mean..." Manager Cao raised his eyes and said:

"Is it Lu Shan?"

"Indeed, this kid Lu Shan is very motivated, but he is not on the same level as me. His biggest problem is that he doesn't know how much he weighs."

"I never said that." Zhou Jia quickly denied.

"Really?" Manager Cao hummed, took off the cloth bag from his waist, and threw it over casually:

"At this point, it doesn't matter who did it."

"Pap..."

The cloth bag fell to the ground, and out of it rolled out a head with wide eyes and a look of death.

Lushan!

Lushan's forehead was sunken, and his neck was cut off by something unknown. The skin and bones were connected and rugged, and the cloth bag was soaked with black blood.

Zhou Jia felt a chill in his heart.

Indeed, it didn’t matter who did it, he was actually prepared to kill everyone who was suspected!

This madman!

"Huh..." Breathing out another puff of smoke, Manager Cao lightly lifted the cigarette rod:

"Brother Zhou, do you want to finish it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

"Why is this so?" Now that things have happened, Zhou Jia no longer has any fear in his heart. He holds his shield in front of him and stares at the opponent:

"Huojiabao has no room for Manager Cao, and Deacon Lu can't protect you. Your Excellency, continuing to stay here is just asking for death."

"Maybe." Manager Cao shrugged:

"However, if you knock your brains out a few times, it won't be a problem."

Zhou Jia's body tensed up, and he subconsciously waved his shield to block sideways. His proficiency in using the shield seemed to be instinctive, and he spat out his strength and made a sudden impact.

"Peng!"

A force like an awl came from the shield, so strong and solid that he couldn't help but groan and stagger back.

"Shield axe?" Manager Cao's figure appeared in front of him and smiled coldly:

"Except for the soldiers of the Holy Church and the Huo Mansion, it is rare to see anyone using such a heavy weapon outside. Brother Zhou chose the wrong path."

The shield is heavy and inconvenient to carry and move, especially not suitable for running or escaping in the wild.

The Holy Church has a special shield technique, and the soldiers of the Huo Mansion walk in groups on the battlefield, so they are the right candidates to use shields.

As he spoke, Guanshi Cao's body shape kept changing, and the cigarette rod in his hand was like a crane's beak, pecking at the shield from all directions.

"Peng!"

"Pumbaa!"

Every collision caused Zhou Jia's arms to shake violently, and his muscles and bones became numb and soft.

"drink!"

Taking advantage of a successful block, Zhou Jia let out a loud shout and used the giant ax sweep, autumn wind sweeping leaves, and tiger tail scissors in succession.

"The moves are sparse and the strength is insufficient."

Manager Cao had a sneer on his face. He faced the incoming ax blade without dodging. He stepped on the pedal and flipped it gently with one hand, knocking out the cigarette stick.

His strike didn't seem to be very forceful, but it was just right. The ax blade was instantly lifted up, revealing the flaw in the middle door, and he raised a single palm and charged forward.

Zhou Jia's eyes narrowed and he hurriedly waved his shield to block.

"Peng!"

Like a buffalo charging, a huge force surged forward. The force was so strong that it flew him several meters away and rolled him back and forth on the ground.

Sixth grade!

Excellent martial arts skills!

So powerful?

In the eyes of the other party, all of your moves may be flawed.

"save……"

Zhou Jia forced himself to stand up despite the pain on his body, retreated violently, and opened his mouth to shout.

"Shut up!" Manager Cao shouted in a low voice, shooting like a sharp arrow from his body, and the cigarette rod in his hand, like a cone or a cannon, pierced Zhou Jia's heart.

It's not far from the market, so if we attract a patrol, we'll be in trouble.

He wanted to kill someone, but he never thought of involving himself in it.

The cigarette rod in his hand turned into a sharp sword, and the white ape stabbing technique learned from the second elder was wrapped in the upper, middle and lower parts of the cigarette rod.

Heavy gray shadows fell rapidly.

Zhou Jia is full of martial arts knowledge, and has only practiced shield and counterattack to the mastery stage. Fortunately, he has this move, otherwise he might not be able to hold on anymore.

"Peng!"

There was another muffled sound, and Zhou Jia retreated with bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"save……"

"Stupid!" Manager Cao's eyes narrowed and he snorted disdainfully.

At this time, you don't concentrate on resisting, but instead think about shouting for help. Even if someone comes, will you still be able to escape?
To be continued...