Liang Tianbao recalled the structure and surrounding environment of the teahouse carefully, and then asked the long-haired woman to go around the back door to check the route: "Chen Yannan will not hand over the Qingmen token easily, and the senior sister will never return without success. Therefore, it will be a tough battle tomorrow night and may even kill many people."

"We must not only regain the Qingmen token, but also reduce the casualties of brothers."

Liang Tianbao suddenly thought of something and his eyes became stern: "And Chen Yannan will probably control the entire teahouse in advance to reduce the danger from his senior sister. A Zi, take two junior brothers to see if you can get into the troupe, which can prevent us from opening our eyes."

A Zi nodded slightly: "I understand."

"Is it him?" Just as Liang Tianbao was about to take back his eyes from the teahouse, he suddenly caught a lonely figure.

When the car swayed by the latter, Liang Tianbao had already seen who the person was, and a smile appeared on his face: "A Zi, I have met a friend."

He turned his head and looked at Tang Wen with his broken arm, his eyes flashing with a ray of light.

Temperature, thirty-eight degrees.

There are still six hours left before the negotiation time set by Chen Yannan. It was the afternoon when the sun was shining brightly. The scorching sun not only sucked away people's energy, but also made the streets muddy and unenergetic. Even if the heads popped up, they were crowded in shopping malls or cold drink shops.

At this time, on the second floor of a shop opposite the teahouse, the curtains on the street windows were slightly lifted, revealing a pair of sharp and sharp eyes. He was staring at the teahouse that was always silent and no one came and went, and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The owner of these sharp eyes is a young man in black with long hair and almost completely covering his ears. Under the silence of the sun, his chin is thin and his temperament is cold and cold. He lifted the thumb of the curtain and his right hand had a thick layer of light yellow cocoon skin, which was often sharpened by using a knife.

Looking at the teahouse where he didn't even have a personal figure, his eyes fell into deep thought, just as he was about to put down the curtains.

Suddenly I found that at the window on the second floor of KFC opposite, there was an unobtrusive slim figure, who was also staring at the dead teahouse in a daze.

Then, both sides discovered each other.

The curtains slid down quietly, covering the shock that shot from the opposite side. Tiandu Teahouse was silent and lifeless.

Only the actors and bosses who were responsible for the venue worked hard, but the surrounding teahouse had become a battlefield. While watching the teahouse, both sides also arranged their staff into the surrounding shops.

Both forces are very careful and cautious in doing things, without opening up and being self-righteous, which means that the negotiations tonight are full of endless difficulties and are also a time to test the strength behind each other. Therefore, after discovering each other's existence, the young man in black and the thin figures quickly disappeared.

But neither of them noticed that as they were staring at Tiandu Teahouse, another woman was staring at their location.

After seeing the young man in black and the thin figures disappear, she turned her eyes to other places where she could monitor the teahouse and carefully captured every corner of Tibetans.

"Baimu checked the terrain of the teahouse, and some people in the Chen family were staring at the teahouse."

There are still five hours left before the negotiation time set by Chen Yannan, and Shadow informed Ye Lingtian with all the latest news: "Chen Yannan has gathered 200 elite soldiers, including more than ten good players without origin. It seems that she is bound to at least save her life this time."
Chapter completed!