As soon as the word "kill" exited, all the people guarding the Fan family and his son rushed over.

Fan Buchou had already pulled Fan Minzhi, passed over the head of the bodyguard at the back, stepped on the wall to use his strength, and went upstairs.

His skills were fully demonstrated in this movement, and he also had someone on his hand, and he was still incredibly nimble as he flew through the air.

However, Fan Buchou had no intention of risking his own life and taking the initiative to fight Guan Luoyang.

The corridor is narrow, so a so-called siege is almost impossible to establish. Even if Fan Buchou goes up with his bodyguards, it will almost certainly turn into a one-on-one situation in the end. It is better to take advantage of them to buy time and create more distance.

While running with his son, Fan Buchou called Liu Jingtang and shouted on the pager: "Where are you now?"

"The twentieth floor, I'm rushing up."

Liu Jingtang was the first person to greet the distinguished guests today. He greeted them directly downstairs to show that he valued those guests and was also responsible for the security work.

He himself had no intention of having a long conversation with too many people, so Fan Buchou followed the trend and arranged these tasks for him so that he would not get too involved in the formal secret talks at high-level banquets.

Now it seems that this move is definitely a bad move.

"Come up as soon as possible and go straight to the rooftop."

Fan Buchou directly lifted Fan Minzhi up, and with each step, he jumped directly over more than a dozen steps, flew upwards, and broke into the rooftop.

The rooftop of Tao Zhu Building is vast, with an area almost no less than a square. The alloy bracket is located in the central area of ​​the rooftop, supporting the four large red painted characters of "Tao", "Zhu", "Da" and "Xia".

The 5.5-meter-high group logo, shaped like a copper coin with a large square hole wearing an official hat from the Song Dynasty, is located at the end of the four characters.

On the back of this big sign, there are also huge water tanks and iron ladders.

On the four edges of the rooftop, there are sixteen searchlights and multiple missile scattering devices, all of which are basically half a person in height.

Fan Buchou pulled out a large waterproof backpack from under the iron ladder of the water tank.

Inside are several sets of inflatable high-altitude anti-fall suits. After putting them on, they look like they are just wearing a few thick cotton jackets, but they can jump directly from the edge of the rooftop by finding an opening.

When you are about to fall to the ground, press the switch, and the multiple airbags on your clothes will rapidly expand and form a shape similar to a rectangular parallelepiped, protecting the entire person inside.

This kind of airbag is even bulletproof. If operated properly, it doesn't matter if it falls from a height of 300 meters, even if it is covered with nail boards.

However, the flying device that attacked the banquet hall before seemed to be invisible, and it was unknown whether it was still hovering around now. This retreat became very risky.

If it really comes to the last minute, this can only be regarded as a dangerous road to survive.

Fan Buchou first put the protective clothing on Fan Minzhi, then turned around and chopped with one hand.

From inside the portal leading to the rooftop, a shoulder-length mechanical arm was thrown and twisted, and it happened to be slashed to the ground by Fan Buchou.

Guan Luoyang stepped onto the rooftop.

"Do you know what you are doing!?"

Fan Minzhi said in a stern voice, "Everyone of those people you killed has a complex network of relationships behind them. When tonight's events are spread, the remaining power behind them will set off revenge. The Shenzhou Jieyi Society that you have worked so hard to manage will...

It will be uprooted overnight."

"None of the people around you can escape. They will all be implicated by you and will curse you until they die!"

Guan Luoyang's face was calm and he didn't even look at Fan Minzhi who was shouting angrily. He only stared at Fan Buchou.

Of course, he knew that taking action against a behemoth like the Tao Zhu Group was by no means an easy matter. If you don't kill the snake, you will be harmed by it, so he waited until today.

After all, the power of the Tao Zhu Group is not a living thing, but a collective, composed of many people, and people's hearts have always been the most changeable.

As long as we can successfully eliminate many of the leaders here, we will naturally have enough deterrence to deter the remaining people.

In the final analysis, the southwest gangs headed by the Tao Zhu Group, after peeling off the layers of clothing they used to package themselves, relied on violence to maintain their status.

They have no great righteousness, no common ideals, and do not have sufficient public identity.

Groups with only one pillar have huge natural flaws. When they are hit hard by more explicit violence, the situation will naturally change.

In comparison, Fan Buchou was much clearer than his son. He also clearly understood these principles, so he didn't say a word nonsense and concentrated quietly.

Hulong!!!!

Fan Minzhi's noisy lingering sound was interrupted by the sweeping air current.

When Guan Luoyang's palm hit, bronze patterns shone between the five fingers of the palm, and the heat of the blue bird's vitality intensified the restlessness of the airflow.

It didn't feel like a gust of wind at all, but like a stream of hot water carrying steam. The waves piled up and were about to lift the person in front of his palm directly off the ground.

In fact, Fan Minzhi's feet were slightly off the ground, and his back hit the iron ladder.

The young villain retreated, but the old hero stepped forward to meet him.

When Fan Buchou punched out, the back of his fist was downward and the center of his fist was upward. It felt as if the back of his fist was the smooth bottom of a ship and the violent airflow was like the waves on the sea.

In the midst of ups and downs, a punch hit Guan Luoyang's palm.

The real and illusory sound of the whistle resounded on the rooftop.

hold head high!!!!

All things take advantage of the situation, and whales cross the sea.

That man who failed in bankruptcy took the Long Whale, endured the crowding on the ship's deck, the noise, and the contemptuous looks mixed with second-hand smoke, and came to the land of Xinma Port.

Ten years later, he bought the boat.

From then on, the ship's whistle was only allowed to sound for him.

In Fan Buchou's mind, that ship is a microcosm of himself. He wants to do whatever it takes to get ahead, and he wants to take over everything he wants.

The ship floating on the waves seems to be careless and careless, but since the age of exploration in pursuit of the New World, the steel ship also represents the barbarism of breaking the protection of others and plundering things that do not belong to oneself.

This kind of will is contained in the boxing technique, so that when the punch floated in the air current and hit Guan Luoyang's palm, it exploded with a force as brutal as a ship hitting a corner.

With one blow, Guan Luoyang's body suddenly collapsed backwards and flew out three meters away like an arrow.

Fan Buchou's body hit the iron ladder backwards, bending it, and the huge water tank it hit made a muffled sound.

He gritted his teeth and groaned angrily, and sat down. The entire curved iron ladder made a violent deformation sound again as he sat on it. The upper section connected to the water tank was already twisted and warped.

The reaction force of the iron ladder and the water tank fed back to Fan Buchou. As he raised his arms, he formed a majestic boxing stance and blocked Guan Luoyang's comeback punch.

This boxing frame was originally a stance in Taizu's Changquan. It was taken from the idea that Taizu of the Song Dynasty was sitting high in the Jinluan Palace, with unparalleled majesty and suppressing the civil and military forces.

Ancient books from the Ming Dynasty in China mentioned that Taizu of the Song Dynasty had thirty-two movements of long fists in ancient and modern boxing techniques.

The artistic conception of this ancient boxing technique, in the hands of ancient people, would most likely be nothing more than pretentious flattery, but in this era of true spiritual machines, the mind can indeed be displayed in reality.

Fan Buchou took the foundation of the emperor sitting on the golden ruan and integrated it into the fist power of his long whale across the sea, making him as stable as a real deep-sea whale, standing here majestically.

"Guan Luoyang, you can't change the world!"

Before the fight, Fan Buchou would never take risks himself, but after the fight, he insisted on showing the toughest attitude and refused to let any of his weaknesses show.

His fists made a sound like a whistle, and they became more and more powerful. Each punch stretched and floated in the airflow. When it connected with Guan Luoyang's body, the violent punching power poured out.

This old guy didn't take drugs, but his face gradually turned red and purple, and his face was radiant. Just relying on his own emotional stimulation, he tapped his potential and performed more and more fierce boxing skills.

But his terrible emotions, boiling emotions, did not come from anger, but from fear.

In the past few years, Fan Buchou seems to be cultivating his moral character, playing with root carvings, and has a deep and restrained mood. In fact, this is because he is increasingly aware of his own aging.

When his son grew up and his once-trusted men were in their prime, his own skin seemed to be getting sagging year by year, and his voice was not as clear or bright as it used to be. He even often felt a little appetizing.

Not good.

Sometimes, looking at the leftover soup at the bottom of his bowl that he couldn't eat, he would fall into a panic that he couldn't speak out.

Therefore, Fan Buchou became more and more afraid of his generals, and even envied them. He placed his hope on using drugs to maintain his health and asked them to conduct human experiments. However, the drugs had no effect, so he had to study Zhenling Technology, hoping to find a way to live forever.

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Although he knew that Liu Jingtang was an expert in martial arts and could control the power of real spirits, Fan Buchou didn't dare to ask him for advice. He would rather go around and ask for money from outside to help him maintain his mind and prolong his life.

Method.

But tonight, he was forced to fight on his own by a young, healthy and powerful person who should be jealous more.

Every time he punched, he felt that the vitality he had managed to maintain and collect in the past was being burned and consumed. The jealousy and hatred in his heart increased, and the fear in his heart increased.

"You can't change the world!!"

Fan Buchou emphasized this sentence again, his body shook and he stood up and stepped forward.

The dent in the water tank and the deformed iron ladder were actually slightly red due to heat.

The culprit in the southwest, an old villain with purple eyes on his face, almost looked like a burning ship.

The sound of the whistle was so loud that it reached the 300-meter-high skyscraper and even the surrounding neighborhoods.

The shirt on Guan Luoyang's body flapped in the wind. Under the shirt, there were bronze light patterns all over, extending to his neck and symmetrical to his forehead and cheeks.

"Earth-shaking?!"

He faced the burning ship directly, pressed his left palm on his right arm, and pushed it out with his right palm.

"Do you know what heaven is?"

The moment the fists and palms met, there seemed to be a green image of a divine horse, fluttering its wings behind Guan Luoyang.

Fan Buchou felt that his mental vision was suddenly being forcibly pulled up and rising rapidly.
To be continued...