Wei Tao was stunned when he heard this.

To be honest, he hasn't considered this issue yet.

Up to now, the origin of the attacker has become a mystery, and it can only be barely determined that it is related to Cheng Ailun and the White Eagle Federation. As for what his specific identity is, he still knows nothing.

“Is the reason important?”

Wei Tao frowned and said, "No matter why they launched the attack, the ending is destined. If you really want to know the reason, you should use thunder measures to force the mastermind behind the scenes to show their strength."

Song Xiao didn't say a word for a long time.

It was not until Wei Tao was about to run out of patience that he slowly said: "Brother Wei, you are too impatient and impulsive. I hope you can calm down and think about the situation we are facing seriously. The enemy is not easy. We need to be cautious.

treat."

"You have not experienced everything I have experienced, and you have not seen brotherly brothers die in front of you with your own eyes. What qualifications do you have to say that I am impatient and impulsive?"

Wei Tao suddenly broke out without warning.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, and he stared at Song Xiao straight, his tone filled with strong resentment: "Calm down? How could I be calm? I wish I could tear those despicable and shameless rats into pieces!"

Song Xiao sat upright slowly, looking at Wei Tao for a moment without any evasion of the latter's gaze.

"You are angry, you hate, you want to avenge your dead brother, why am I not?"

Song Xiao's voice was low: "My beloved master was killed. The suspect is my senior brother. My anger and hatred are no less than you."

"But every decision we make affects the fate of thousands of people, so no matter how much anger and reluctance are in our hearts, we cannot be influenced by emotions!"

The decisive words came into Wei Tao's ears, which made him suddenly recover.

Wei Tao silently looked away, looked out the window, and rolled down the car window.

The howling night wind blew on Wei Tao's face, causing his thoughts to float.

"Sorry, Brother Song, I've lost my composure."

After a while, Wei Tao took the initiative to apologize to Song Xiao: "If there is any offense, please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter."

Song Xiao shook his head: "I understand Brother Wei's feelings, just say it out."

"Then why do you think the mastermind attacks us?"

"There is limited intelligence, and I cannot make accurate judgments for the time being."

Song Xiao answered quite conservatively: "However, I think they may have three purposes."

Wei Tao acted in a scrupulous manner: "Please give me advice."

Song Xiao wrapped his arms around his chest, and his eyes were filled with thoughts: "The first purpose is to attack the prestige of the Martial Alliance and show our muscles to us. This purpose has been achieved;"

"The second purpose is to create panic and chaos in the martial arts world of Bigang City. It is best to have a panic and everyone is in danger, so that the more likely they will be to take advantage of the troubled waters;"

"The third purpose is to deliberately create a rift between the martial arts community of Wu League and Bigang City, so that we can confront each other. At that time, the snipe and the clam will fight and the fisherman will benefit."

After listening to Song Xiao’s analysis, Wei Tao was shocked.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.

"So, you changed your original plan and put it on the Yuewu Pavilion?"

"right."

Song Xiao nodded: "Through the conversation with Huang Zhenyue, I think he is worth fighting for. At this time, we not only need to find the murderer, but also stabilize the hearts of the people."

"Been taught a lesson."

Wei Tao clasped his fists with conscience and said, "No wonder the leader asked Brother Song to take charge of the command. You are indeed the most suitable candidate."

Facing Wei Tao's praise, Song Xiao was not happy at all.

On the contrary, he always frowned and looked depressed.

Because Song Xiao realized that the situation he was facing at this moment was far more complicated than he imagined.

The mastermind behind the scenes is still hiding in the dark, silently lurking and forbearing, like a sinister poisonous snake, which may launch another attack at any time.

If they do, who can stop it?

This time they attacked the Martial Alliance branch. Where will they attack next time?

Can they find clues before they launch an attack?

Song Xiao was not sure.

Bigang City has a population of tens of millions. With such a huge base, it is difficult to find a group of people hiding, which is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

Now that things have to be done, we can only take one step at a time.

Fortunately, the leader still has a backup plan, otherwise Song Xiao would not have much confidence.

*******

Wanghai District, a desolate beach.

The tide rises and falls, the waves rise and fall, and the salty sea breeze blows through the sky, sometimes from south to north, sometimes from west to east, strong and disorderly, causing the coconut leaves to rustle.

A waning moon hangs high in the sky, sprinkling silvery moonlight, and illuminating a group of people standing on the beach.

Those figures are tall and short, fat and thin, the tallest ones are more than two meters, the shortest ones are less than five feet, the fat ones are like meat mountains, and the thin ones are like bamboo poles.

They were all wearing black cloaks, their heads and faces were covered with hoods, and their loose sleeves danced in the wind. From a distance, they looked gloomy and weird, as if they were ghosts, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Time passes slowly.

I don’t know how long it took, a hoarse and strange sound suddenly came from under a cloak. I disguised it as soon as I heard it: “Why haven’t Mr. Cheng come yet? He asked us to gather here, but he was late?”

"What's the hurry? Mr. Cheng will definitely come."

Another even weirder voice sounded, like two pieces of glass rubbing against each other, and it was harsh and harsh: "Have you read the news? Xin Shiping is dead."

The originally silent crowd suddenly had a slight commotion.

"Dead?"

Someone was surprised and said, "Which big boss did it? Could it be that Mr. Song and Mr. Kong Da took action personally? No, aren't the two big gentlemen shouldering the heavy responsibility of leading Pang Jun away?"

"It's not someone else who killed Xin Shiping, but his apprentice Cha Tianqing."

The person who spoke before said, "Cha Tianqing is actually with us. He hides deeply enough. I thought he is a good person."

After saying that, the man let out a series of strange smiles.

"Good death!"

At this moment, a voice that seemed particularly loud even if it was deliberately suppressed, said: "That old turtle is so difficult to deal with. It's so fucking unlucky to break one of my arms."

"Even Xin Shiping was killed. The influence of the Martial Alliance in Bigang City is now considered a name-and-death situation. It will never be possible to recover in ten or eight years."

"Don't be too happy too early. Although Xin Shiping died, a more difficult guy came."

"You said your surname is Lin? Haha, when he found out my identity, I have been away thousands of miles away, lying on the beach of Mai Mi, hugging Bai Niu and basking in the sun! No matter how long his hands are, he can reach Bai until he reaches Bai!

Can Eagle Federation go?”
Chapter completed!