At ten o'clock, a large number of people set off from the Iron Blood Gang headquarters and rushed towards Yonghe Street.
The leader was a strong man in black, holding a somewhat strange weapon in his hand, which looked like a knife but not a sword, and looked like a sickle but not a sickle.
This strong man, nicknamed 'The God of Death', is one of the Iron-Blooded's personal bodyguards. His combat effectiveness ranks among the top five in the Iron-Blooded Gang, and he can compete with the White Tiger, one of the three fiercest tigers.
Behind him are the most elite forces of the Iron Blood Gang. With this group of elite troops, they can completely sweep through any medium-sized club in Yindu.
Before setting off, Tie Xue promised to kill them as quickly as possible and then retreat quickly without giving the opponent any chance to react.
A large number of old gangsters got into dozens of extended vans and rushed towards Yonghe Street. They made a surprise attack and used speed and surprise.
As everyone knows, when Death led them out of the headquarters, their image data was directly passed to Xiao Feng by Xiaobei.
"They are here, loose outside and tight inside, ready to close the door and beat the dogs," Xiao Feng, who received the news, sneered and gave the order.
The Tianmen elites, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly arranged their positions, and then all used their mountain axes, waiting for the men of the Iron Blood Gang to rush in and ambush them.
As for the evil wind members, they are waiting in the temporary headquarters of Tianmen. The goal of the Death God and others is to raid here, and they are too lazy to put in the effort to ambush. Anyway, come and do it.
"Brother Feng, we've arrived," Wu Huan called and said calmly.
"I asked Xiao Yuzi to pick you up at the back door," Xiao Feng said, hung up the phone and winked at Zhang Yu, who turned around and left.
Soon, an ordinary Buick drove into the backyard, the door opened, and Wu Huan jumped out of the car, and then picked up a person in the back seat: "Brother Yu, where do you put it?"
"follow me,"
Wu Huan carried people and followed Zhang Yu to Xiao Feng's room: "Just leave it here."
"Who is he?" Zhuge Xin, dressed in black robe, asked with a frown as he looked at the unconscious man on the ground.
"Brother Feng wants the Xiwen, one of the Seven Great Vajras of the Iron-Blooded Gang," Wu Huan replied, "Where's Brother Feng?"
Just as he was talking, the door opened and Xiao Feng came in from the outside: "Where is Xiwen?"
"Here," Wu Huan pointed to the ground: "Brother Feng, you asked me to knock him out and bring him here, what are you doing?"
Xiao Feng smiled: "I think as one of the Seven Great Vajras, he must know a lot of core secrets, so I asked you to bring him here to ask,"
"Yeah, I've been lurking for so long, but I haven't played any big role at all," Wu Huan curled his lips and said.
"Isn't this grasping Xiwen?"
"Mao, even if I don't lurk, catching him is as easy as catching a chicken," Wu Huan said, rolling his eyes.
Xiao Feng shook his head: "When I finish asking, you can just go back and lurk."
"That's nonsense. By the time you finish asking, I guess he's already incomplete and there's still a thread lurking around."
"Haha, have you forgotten that I can hypnotize?" Xiao Feng chuckled. It is no secret in the small circle that he can hypnotize.
Wu Huan's eyes lit up and he looked at Xiao Feng: "You mean, you want to hypnotize him and then let him go."
"Um,"
"That won't work either. I'll knock him out with one strike of my sword. He can let me go."
"I can use hypnosis to delete a little bit of his memory in a short period of time. It can probably last for more than ten days."
Zhuge Xin and others all looked at Xiao Feng with strange eyes, and used hypnosis to delete their memories. Although it was only for a short period of time, it was too exaggerated and terrifying.
"Why are you looking at me like that? This thing is so useless, okay?" After Xiao Feng finished speaking, he knelt down and patted Xi Wen's face: "I hope this old boy really knows a lot of things,"
"Wu Huan, throw him on the sofa. Zhuge, Xiao Yuzi, you two go out and take command. The people from the Iron Blood Gang will kill him soon," Xiao Feng arranged.
"Okay," Zhuge Xin and Zhang Yu were not interested in hypnosis and were too lazy to stay in the room, so they turned around and left.
"Wu Huan, after I hypnotize him, you must not make any sound, do you hear me?" Xiao Feng told Wu Huan again.
Wu Huan nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely be a mute,"
"Well," Xiao Feng took a deep breath, took off the water drop jade pendant from his neck, stroked it a few times, and then said, "Let him wake up."
"Okay," Wu Huan agreed, kneading Xi Wen's neck a few times with his palms, and saw him slowly wake up.
"Xi Wen, look at me..." Xiao Feng sat in front of Xi Wen, looking directly at him. The jade pendant on his right hand was swinging, while his left hand was making different gestures.
Before Xi Wen fully woke up, his eyes were attracted by Xiao Feng's voice, jade pendant and gestures.
"Ci'ao, it seems really mysterious." Next to him, Wu Huan was shocked. Just now, he was almost attracted, but fortunately he came to his senses.
"Xi Wen, what is the relationship between Tie Xue and the Japanese?" This is the question that Xiao Feng is most concerned about. Once the Japanese Japanese are involved, things will be a lot of trouble. They are a group of lingering bastards.
"Japanese people," Xi Wen seemed to be in a trance: "It seems to be cooperation..."
"Cooperation, do you know the identities of those Japanese people?" Xiao Feng asked hurriedly.
Xi Wen shook his head: "I don't know, but I heard my elder brother call me once and he seemed to call him 'Mr. Noda' or something like that."
"Noda," Xiao Feng frowned, and a name flashed in his mind, Noda Koji, one of the giants of the Great Sun Tenghui.
Could it be that the sun is really shining? Last time in Japan, it caused them a lot of losses. And in London, the same thing happened. Didn't it also hurt this mysterious organization?
Xiao Feng frowned deeply. What kind of existence was this Great Sun Tenghui? It seemed that just relying on his own strength to fight against them was really a bit like his arms and legs.
There is a saying that no matter how thick your arms are, they can't twist your thighs. Xiao Feng thought about it and found that he had to find allies for this matter.
If Da Ri Teng Hui didn't come to provoke him, Xiao Feng would naturally not bother to care about them. They would do whatever they wanted, but every time there was a conflict of interest, it made him very annoyed. The most important thing is that he is still patriotic.
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In the room, Xiao Feng used hypnosis to ask Xi Wen some secrets, while outside, Tianmen and the Iron Blood Gang also had their first conflict.
Five extended vans stopped, and all old gangsters jumped out. Without saying a word, they raised their machetes and began to move across Tianmen.
The elites of Tianmen are not vegetarians. They are all young and armed with mountain axes. As soon as the two sides faced each other, they started fighting without saying a word.
The Tianmen elite, who were originally very dominant, did not have much advantage when facing these old ruffians with lives in their hands. It could be said that they were evenly matched.
"Kill," the mountain-opening ax was raised with overwhelming power.
"Kill," the machete was raised, murderous intent filling the air.
The two sides rushed together, while the remaining dozens of vans continued to move forward, heading straight for Tianmen's temporary headquarters.
News often spreads fastest on the road, and the news of the Iron Blood Gang's attack on Tianmen spread immediately, attracting everyone's attention.
There was a screeching sound of brakes, dozens of vans stopped, the doors opened, and the Grim Reaper jumped out of the vehicle with his weapon in hand.
"Kill everyone you see," the God of Death said, taking the lead and rushing towards Tianmen's temporary headquarters.
"Leave this boy to me," Zhuge Xin, shrouded in black robes, said calmly as he stared at the approaching god of death.
"Okay, I won't fight with you," Zhang Yu said, taking off the mountain ax on his shoulder: "Brothers, kill for me."
As Zhang Yu shouted loudly, all the Tianmen elites hiding in the darkness rushed out, roaring and rushing towards the old ruffians of the Iron Blood Gang.
The battle between the two sides was about to break out and was extremely fierce.
The God of Death is indeed one of the top five masters in the Iron-Blooded Gang. He wields the Death God's Scythe, but none of the Tianmen elites who encounter him can withstand his one-round strangulation.
"Damn it, Zhuge Xin, didn't he leave it to you? Kill him quickly," Zhang Yu's eyes turned red as he watched the Tianmen brothers being killed.
Zhuge Xin nodded. In fact, he didn't care whether the Tianmen elite died or not. However, the god of death was arrogant in front of him, which made him unhappy.
"Your enemy is me," Zhuge Xin walked slowly towards the God of Death, an invisible murderous aura hovering around him. As the most powerful soldier in China, he was not afraid of anyone.
As soon as Zhuge Xin moved, he aroused the vigilance of the God of Death. He protected the sickle on his chest, squinted his eyes, and looked at the man in black robe approaching.
"Who are you,"
"You don't deserve to ask my name," Zhuge Xin's tone remained calm, but his restless blood surged.
The God of Death raised his brows and said in a cold voice: "Pretend to be a ghost, and today I will make you a real ghost."
"Yeah, let's give it a try," Zhuge Xin said, and the black robe automatically disappeared without any wind.
Zhuge Xin's fighting power is very strong, not even much worse than Xiao Feng at his peak. Longyan is also a place where the strong are respected. Without extraordinary fighting power, if you want others to respect you, don't even think about it.
No matter how powerful the God of Death is, he is still not as good as the Ace of Spades at his peak, and his fate can be imagined.
The ace of spades belongs to the world circle, and Death is just a bigger toad in the well of Yindu after all.
Zhuge Xin, who was comparable to the ace of spades, when he unleashed all his murderous intent, the God of Death was shocked in his heart and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
"I want to leave now, but it's too late," Zhuge Xin said, then he took out his hands from his black robe and patted the God of Death's chest.
‘Pa’, with the first palm, Zhuge Xin’s hand collided hard with Death’s sickle. The huge force actually made Death take a step back.
The second palm followed closely, and the God of Death was unable to dodge. His body was knocked away and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The man was in the air, and the face of Death changed drastically. The two sides were not on the same level at all: "Retreat,"
"Close the door and beat the dog," Zhang Yu saw Zhuge Xin killing the god of death. He laughed ferociously and raised the blood-stained mountain ax high: "Kill,"
The second group of Tianmen elites came out and surrounded the old gangsters of the Iron Blood Gang. Their fate can be imagined.
