Suddenly, the two sides were in a melee. The bald man originally wanted to pounce on Tang Feng, but before he could come to Tang Feng, he was stopped by Hu Chi.
Although the other party has the advantage in terms of numbers, if you really start fighting, you will not be the opponent of these blade members. Soon, the ground was covered with people, blood, and the ground was flowing. The bald man was in a tiger fool.
Under the fierce attack, it was already covered in scars.
"Who are you?" The bald man never dreamed that he would meet such a group of such powerful opponents. You know, he has been here for quite some time, and he has never seen such an enemy yet.
It made him unimaginable.
"It doesn't matter who we are. Go back and tell your young master. If he is not convinced, let him continue to find someone. Otherwise, when I finish my work, I will go to find him." Tang Feng said lightly
Said.
The bald man had nodded when facing what Tang Feng said. He knew very well that Tang Feng said this was absolutely true. If the other party really came to him, he would have to be slaughtered.
After the battle was resolved, Tang Feng and others got on the car one after another and then left in a mighty manner.
Shortly after they left, another team arrived here. Unlike the other group, these people were all from Z, and the leader was a young man who looked only thirty years old, who had fought with a bald man.
After meeting and communicating, he hurriedly left with his men.
"Master Rong, I just heard from Bandlu that these people are very skilled and they are no match for them at all. By the time we arrived, the people had already left." In a hall, the young man sat facing one.
A half-year-old man on the Taishi Chair reported.
"I have accepted the money sent by the Sharkhan family and promised to help them solve this group of people. No matter what, I have to find a way to solve this group of people." Rong Ye said.
"Mr. Rong, as far as I know, they are all from Z. If we were, the young man said this, and did not continue.
"Acai, how long have you been with me?" Mr. Rong looked at the other party and asked.
"Thirteen years." Acai replied.
"Then you should know my temper. We open the door to do business, and we can do it as long as we give money, no matter which country we are from." Mr. Rong took a sip of the already soaked Longjing and said.
"But..." Ah Cai seemed to want to say something else.
"Nothing but... A Cai, remember: if you eat this bowl of rice in the world, you can't be a woman's kindness. Otherwise, you will die next time. What a glory our Qing Gang was in Country Z, but you see
Now, I am forced to leave Country Z and come to Russia to make a living. Look, I will go back one day." Mr. Rong said viciously.
"Mr. Rong, according to your wishes, will we arrange for people to chase those people immediately?" the young man asked tentatively.
Mr. Rong waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. Xie Kun, the boss on the big circle, will soon arrive here to discuss business with us. This person has a stubborn temper and will not eat it. This time, I will put it in
He will stay here forever, and at that time, the boss of the big circle will be replaced by the person I want."
"Yes!" Acai replied.
Vladivostok International Airport, the flight to Canada slowly glided and finally connected to the terminal. A few minutes later, there were a few strong figures in the VIP channel. A tall middle-aged man wearing a thin black windbreaker was walking in front.
, the dragon walks and tiger steps, with a steady temperament, and the whole body is full of force, and the edge seems to contain the temperament of a soldier.
He, forty-eight years old, joined the army in 1978. In the grand battle in southern Xinjiang, he rushed into the Vietnamese military fortress Lang Son with a large group of brothers who were jealous of their eyes, and drove into the Vietnamese military fortress with a Type 56 submachine gun.
Let the Vietnamese army, known as the elite soldiers of a hundred battles, witness the bloodiness of the soldiers of the country. It was him stepping on the body of the Vietnamese soldiers and planting the red flag on the roof of the Lang Son Municipal Government Building. More than a dozen scars on his body are symbols of glory and a symbol of mankind.
!
In the era of bloody battles in Yeliang's military uniform, he and his brothers were invincible. After nearly 30 years of removing their military uniforms, he and his surviving brothers were still invincible. They entered Hong Kong, went abroad, and continued the gorgeous chapters of the big circle, in Canada and even the entire world.
In the underground world of North America, everyone knows this big circle elder Wang Zhongren who is in Vancouver.
The heroism remains unabated. Wang Zhongren was followed by five equally burly men, all of whom were thirty years old. The black sunglasses covered the sharpness of their eyes, and the murderous aura brought out in every move made the others in the passage quite a lot.
Uncomfortable, who would rather get along with the tough guys who look more like gangsters?
The people walking in front seemed to feel great pressure as they listened to the powerful leather shoes behind them, and they made way. They made way for the group of cool guys to walk by before they walked carefully. The momentum was illusory, but they were also
It really makes people feel deeply uneasy and depressed.
Outside the airport hall, people are coming and going, and the traffic flows are endless. The prosperity of Vladivostok can be seen. A black Bentley reflects sunlight and stabs the eyes. There is a black Mercedes-Benz S500 in front and behind the luxury car.
The combination is still shocking even on the streets of Vladivostok.
In front of the car, three young men with big waists and round waists smoked silently. When one of the introverted young men saw Wang Zhongren walking out of the hall, he quickly turned around and gently tapped the glass of the Bentley sedan, and the window opened a gap. The young man
He whispered: "Master Rong, the person you are waiting for is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the car door was open. An old bald man in a black silk robe and jacket got out of the car with his legs, leaning on a crutch in one hand and playing with two iron gallbladders with the other hand. The white beard under the jaw blew in the wind, and his shocking clothes were outstanding.
temperament.
Master Rong saw the person clearly, and an unknown haze flashed deep in his eyes. His well-maintained rosy face revealed a flawless smile. He strode forward with a crutch and said loudly: "Wang
My brotherly style remains unchanged back then, and the old man who made me step into the coffin enviously."
"Master Rong, why do you envy me? I'm at your age and I can't take any steps." Wang Zhongren smiled generously, not deliberately modest. He knew best about his body. The injuries he suffered when he was young were hard to heal.
The root of the disease, he smiled and hugged Master Rong, like a friend I hadn't seen for many years. The cold and speechless men around him saw too many scenes of brothers turning their backs and stabbing them in person. They were all indifferent and hugged them.