Seven, out of thousands of times to lift the ban 28
There was a chaos in the bar. The drunkards were hiding everywhere, and the waiters and security guards came around to dissuade them. However, they were opponents of martial arts masters. They didn't even touch the clothes of Zhu Tong and Xue Kuangseng, and there were no more two people in the bar.
The figure of a troublemaker.
Five meters below the porthole is the fourth deck. Snow Monk's palm is the authentic Prajna Palm. He has been crazy about martial arts since he was a child. With this palm, even a cow will be killed.
The little liar was hit on his back, and even though it was protected by a phoenix mask, it was hard to lose weight;
Zhu Tong managed to adjust his inner breath in the air. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a toe tapping towards him, with an unavoidable swiftness.
"Hmm!" The little liar grunted, barely blocking with his right arm, and using his strength to slide to the other side.
At this time, Zhu Tong felt the power of the Buddhist master. The first slap was just a numbness in his throat because of the disordered breathing, but the kick to his right arm was so painful that it penetrated the bone marrow.
If his skill hadn't improved greatly recently, maybe this kick would have given him the answer! The little liar gritted his teeth and barely swallowed the gushing blood. His hands were not vague. He tapped the deck with his toes and flew up like a butterfly. With his left hand, he turned the silver needle and stabbed it.
The Snow Monk pulled off the divine amber with his right hand and hid it behind his back.
The Butterfly God was still sleeping. On the deck, two figures were flying and erratic, falling from the fourth floor to the third and second floors in an instant.
Zhu Tong only pricked out two needles before he discovered that Snow Kuang Monk was not afraid of his golden needles at all, and the hallucinogen on the needles was useless to him; for more than ten minutes, the only thing he could do was rely on his lightness and agility
Use your body skills to avoid the opponent's attack.
The Snow Monk seemed to be tireless, attacking like the ocean outside the ship, one wave after another; Zhu Tongzai did not have such long internal strength, and the actual combat experience was even different. If it weren't for his extremely light body, he would often
In a desperate situation where nothing could happen, he used his strange body skills to find the tiniest space to escape, but he could no longer hold on or was thrown into the sea.
The two people gradually moved to the bow of the boat. Zhu Tong had already stuffed the divine amber into his mouth, bit the tip of his tongue, nourished the divine amber with his own blood, and summoned the Butterfly God.
The morning star was nothingness in the gradually whitening sky. The "Future Duke" ended its night of carnival and slowly docked at the North Bund International Passenger Terminal.
Did anyone win money? Zhu Tong appeared on the deck again, looking at the gamblers walking up the gangway, hoping to find some answers on their faces; however, everyone who had not slept all night looked like a fool.
Zhao Yongbing walked off the boat in despair, but the bodyguards around him were still energetic.
Liu Yilan and Xie Jing got off the boat first, got into her Mercedes-Benz 600 and drove away; Zhu Tong walked to the street and was about to take a taxi; Lan Zhanjiang drove over in a Buick and slid the window: "Come up, I'll take you off
.”
Zhu Tong sat down, covered his mouth with the corner of his clothes, and spit out the blood inside.
"Are you injured?" Lan Zhanjiang asked with concern, handing over a yellow wax pill; "Take this, the Taoist Resurrection Pill."
Now was not the time to be polite, Zhu Tong opened the wax pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
The clear warm current opened up the clogged acupuncture points, and the blocked blood in the injured area on the chest slowly evacuated. Zhu Tong closed his eyes and performed the Peng Ma Gong, and then fell into meditation on the Piccolo to heal his injuries.
I opened my eyes again and found that the Bic car was still driving slowly. The scenery outside was the road in front of the Marine Hospital.
"Your phone rang three times; I said you drank too much and haven't woken up yet." Lan Zhanjiang handed Zhu Tong's cell phone over.
"What time is it? Half past ten, Mr. Lan, thank you."
Zhu Tong thanked him and looked at the caller ID; one was Ye'er, the other was Wang Juefei, and the other was Qin Keqiang.
The treatment lasted more than three hours. Zhu Tong felt that his injury was much better, but someone like Snow Kuang Monk was determined to kill him, so it was definitely not an easy matter.
"How is the Snow Monk? You didn't kill him, did you?" Lan Zhanjiang asked half jokingly, half teasingly.
"How do I have such ability?" Zhu Tong rubbed his chest, the sequelae of the injury were showing, and his hands and feet were weak; "He jumped into the sea, more than ten nautical miles away, and a master like Snow Kuang Monk cannot drown."
"Pfft!" Lan Zhanjiang chuckled and dialed the phone. Snow Monk was thrown into the sea by a little liar. He had to skin him even if he didn't die. "Miss Xie Jing, Master Xue fell into the sea on the way and told them that this was the last time.
"
After Zhu Tong listened to Lan Zhanjiang's call, he leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment: "Why help me?"
"You are the executor of Donghai Investment. If I don't help you, why should I help Jiang Xiaoyu?"
"I'm not, I'm Li Xiang, a doctor, not an executor."
"Yes, sooner or later, you will know that rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes, and once you enter, don't think about getting rid of them completely. Zhu Tong, in order for people in the rivers and lakes in the future not to follow your old path, you must bear this responsibility. For Ye'er's good
, for your own good, you have to make a decision early."
Lan Zhanjiang's voice is not high, and it is obvious that he is more powerful than a little liar.
"Stop the car and stay away from me. The matter between Ye'er and I has nothing to do with Jianghu, and Jianghu will have nothing to do with me from now on."
Zhu Tong opened the car door and walked out, exhausted both physically and mentally. The experience of this night cast a heavy shadow on his heart, especially the fight with Snow Kuang Monk, where he almost died in the hands of the old monk. If it were not for the magic of the Butterfly God at the critical moment of life and death.
Sober, the one who fell into the sea must be a little liar.
"You will come back." Lan Zhanjiang shook his head when he saw Zhu Tong walking into the door of Ocean Hospital.
The car door opened and Liu Yilan got in. She was now dressed simply, not fancy at all. She looked like an ordinary Shanghai woman.
"Give him Zhao Yongbing, Third Sister, and ask Ken to stop investigating the Qingyang family. There is no need to take action when life and death are not at stake. He is too rebellious and conceited. He should suffer a little."
"Isn't it good? Will Jiang Xiaoyu let him go easily? Brother, you are taking too much risk; Zhu Tong is not a cat, he does not have nine lives." Liu Yilan looked at Zhu Tong's back with distress, a woman's sympathy for the weak,
Most sympathetic to the injured hero.
"He has two lives." Lan Zhanjiang opened the LD on the Buick, which showed the mirror image of Zhu Tong and the Snow Monk fighting fiercely.
After reading it, Liu Yilan was surprised and said: "How can he be so smart? You can't tell."
"Zhu Tong's movement technique is not that of Zhu Men's movement. It is even more elegant than the broken clouds that the eagle flew three hundred years ago. He is so smooth, can he be killed easily? After experiencing the battle with the Snow Monk, Jiang Xiaoyu
...You won't get any advantage by walking in front of him. Did you see? The weirdness of Snow Kuang Monk is really related to him. Zhu Tong ordered Snow Kuang Monk to jump into the sea, and seemed to have said something to him. You
What do you think he will say to the Snow Monk?"
"You won't let him kill his apprentice Jiang Xiaoyu, right?" Liu Yilan was in a better mood. Watching such a fight between masters was indeed a refreshing pleasure.
"We have to go back and let the lip reading expert identify it. I didn't expect that Zhu Men has a clever senior who can train him so well. I just let Zhu Tong know our purpose, and he will consider it. Jiang Xiaoyu, will
Forcing Zhu Tong to come out of his dream."
"I think there are other reasons for Zhu Tong's progress."
Liu Yilan was attentive and felt something in Zhu Tong. What was it specifically, but she couldn't put it into words.
"Tell Ken to let go of the restraint on Qin Miao." Lan Zhanjiang finally said.
"I thought it was not appropriate to do this. It would be counterproductive." Regarding the relationship between Zhu Tong and Ye'er, Liu Yilan was a little moved for no reason. Can Zhu Tong cope with letting go of the restraint on Qin Miao?
She knew that Zhu Tong's stubbornness was only to protect his current identity and relationship with Ye'er. That was his bottom line and no one could touch it.
Lan Zhanjiang started the car: "This is a test. Let's see how Zhu Tonghui reacts."
"Also, you were fooled by Zhu Tong this time; girls like Shanshan are everywhere, and he may be angry about this, but you also saw that he used the lowest level of gambling in the world to plot against Zhao Yongbing; according to
Zhu Men's language, he is taking this opportunity to tell Senior Zhu Men that someone is looking for them."
"Zhumen's language?" Liu Yilan was puzzled. A bet was a way of transmitting information, and she couldn't understand it.
"Since Zhumen entered Jianghu Dao, it has never involved casinos; based on the skills of Zhumen disciples, as long as they are willing, there will be no winner in any gambling game. The key to the gambling game is not the last card, but Zhu Tong eliminating the opponent
The process. Can you see the flaws?"
The Buick slid on the road, Liu Yilan recalled, shaking her head: "But, he was indeed out of luck."
Lan Zhanjiang stared at the front: "I did it for you to see, and also to explain to Qianmen; the only thing he is taboo about is Jiang Xiaoyu, Zhu Tong did this because he didn't want to offend Fifth-Rank Qingyang. He is a slippery man, Zhu Men
There are three precepts: abstain from killing, abstain from gambling, and abstain from delinquency. Zhu Tong designed this gambling game to test how much connection you have with Senior Zhu Hong."
"I don't believe that he is really training Shanshan."
"In his opinion, Shanshan is the bait you threw out. You know what Zhu Tong has done in the past. Is it possible that he took action without investigating Shanshan's details? He must be thinking about something we don't know. Look.
, the people he brought out today, including me, including him, were not doing it for gambling or money; nor were they doing it to light up the starry sky; it felt a bit like a military parade."
"Hehe, military parade." Liu Yilan chuckled a few times and asked, "Why is that? Jiang Xiaoyu really wants to get the Starry Sky."
"Zhu Tong is using this gambling game to let everyone know how powerful he is, his position, and maybe something else. Jiang Xiaoyu was also very surprised today. He actually borrowed money from Xie Jing?"
"The borrowed money must be repaid." Liu Yilan said in a low voice; "Xie Jing and Jiang Xiaoyu are taking advantage of each other."
"Yes, the borrowed money must be repaid. The question is, Jiang Xiaoyu really can't afford the fifteen million? If the answer is no, it only proves one thing, he wants to drag the silver gun to him
"Fifteen million is not a small number. In order for Jiang Xiaoyu to pay back the money, Silver Spear will become more and more involved with him. And the boring monk..."
"What happened to the boring monk?"
This time, Lan Zhanjiang did not answer.
As the Buick drove onto the Pudong Bridge, Liu Yilan lit up a cigarette and suddenly smiled: "It's a cigarette, Zhu Tong uses cigarettes."
"He didn't hide it. Xie Jing knew it, and Jiang Xiaoyu also knew it. If you lose, tomorrow you will tell Zhu Tong the news about Senior Zhu Hong."
"Me again?" Liu Yilan protested dissatisfied.
"It can only be you."
The Buick was parked at the yacht dock. Lan Zhanjiang diligently opened the car door for Liu Yilan. The two held hands and walked onto a gorgeous yacht like lovers.
Xie Jing walked onto the deck, and there was an old man with white hair next to him. He was dressed in rough white cloth and holding a jade pill in his hand.
Zhao Yongbing opened the door in confusion. Yesterday, he was a rich man with a net worth of half a billion; overnight, he turned into a loser.
Without Dingran Xingkong, how can he, the boss of the underworld, support his gang of subordinates? What should he do with his drug business? What will his "friends" who used to call him brothers and sisters think of him?
Everything started from greed. Zhao Yongbing wanted to have fun on the gambling boat and earn some money to repair the Dingran Starry Sky, but he did not expect to lose so miserably. He thought of facing debt collection by the bank and facing buyers from all over the world.
He was so cold-eyed and faced with the revenge of his fellow enemies that he screamed with regret.
Living in this villa is Zhao Yongbing's mother, who raised Zhao Yongbing in the Shikumen from a young age; this selfish woman has been cursing her abominable fate all her life. She was quite beautiful when she was young, and she once had a glorious life.
Good times; later she had no choice but to marry a worker because she was unmarried and pregnant. After her honest husband was forced to die, she beat and scolded her only son. This was also the reason why Zhao Yongbing hated women.
Zhao Yongbing was ready to confront his mother. No matter what, he had to mortgage the house certificate of this villa to the bank. He needed money and capital to do business.
However, there was no roar from the old woman in the villa, and even though he had provided a superior living environment for his mother, there were not a few good words between the two of them.
It's better for my mother to prepare such a delicious meal knowing that I am unlucky.
In the living room of the villa, there was a sumptuous banquet of wine and food. Zhao Yongbing sat down and found that there was no wine.
"Boss, are you looking for this?"
Shanshan walked out of the room carrying a tray with a bottle of Black Cube and two glasses on it.
"Why are you here? Aren't you dead?" Zhao Yongbing composed himself, his back numb.
"I came here specially to pick you up."
The light inside the villa is dim, and all the windows are covered by heavy curtains.
"Your mother just went in. She asked me to tell you that she didn't trust you and asked me to pick you up."
Shanshan sneered and waved her hand, and the door of the living room opened silently. Zhao Yongbing saw his annoying mother sitting on the sofa, silently.
"You...you...don't come here, I don't want to die..." Zhao Yongbing didn't sleep all night, and his expression was a little dazed.
"Boss, I can't bear to leave you either."
Shanshan took out a silver lighter, "pop!" and lit a white candle.
"Many of our sisters are waiting for you inside, boss..."
Half an hour later, an ambulance drove into the Marine Hospital, and Zhao Yongbing was carried out. His originally tall and strong body shrank into a ball in pain, his limbs were trembling, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he kept wailing.
The bodyguards who sent him here looked respectful, but looked back with disdain.