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The subordinates felt the restlessness in the air, and asked him cautiously: "Vice hall master, are we still sending someone?"

The tattooed man was the man who was stuck in the old house and almost fought with Ji Nan, gnashing his teeth: "Go!"

Someone at the third entrance tried to persuade him uneasily.

"Vice hall master, the other party has come prepared, shouldn't we continue to send people there?"

"yes."

"I also think it's time to slow down."

"..."

What the man said was echoed by many people.

The tattooed man turned a deaf ear and looked at him with a cold face: "Can you think of a better way?"

"..." Who can do it?

The man who said to take another look before shut his mouth.

Only then did the tattooed man look around at everyone, his temples were bulging, his forehead was full of veins, and he could see the violence and anxiety: "I also know that there are scams at the bay pier, but we have no way out!"

His words hit everyone's heart.

The originally uneasy atmosphere became more and more heavy...

The people in Santangkou think that Ji's family is fragile now, and they are the strongest in Tangkou. Although it is reckless to take the lead in this matter, they can also get the greatest benefit.

Who knew that in the blink of an eye, they would turn into fish on a eucalyptus board waiting to be slaughtered.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The 4th batch has been sent out for two hours.

According to normal circumstances, those people should have fired signal flares to report to them the situation at the pier.

However, the light rain outside was pattering, and the sky was always dark and cloudy.

Apart from the sound of the explosion at the beginning, the bay pier in the distance seemed to be shrouded in drizzle, making it difficult to see clearly.

There was no movement.

This time there was still no movement.

The last elites of Santangkou, led by the tattooed man, hibernate on the edge of the bend [-] kilometers away from the bay pier, using binoculars to try to see the situation there as clearly as possible.

The icy rain poured down on their faces, extinguishing their last hope.

"Vice hall master, Zheng An and the others probably won't come back."

Zheng An was the team leader of the fourth batch of people they spilled out, and he was also an elite among the elites of Santangkou, who had been trained seriously.

However, as soon as he stepped into the boundary of the Gulf Wharf, such a person would not be able to send the slightest signal...

The tattooed man's chills ran from the soles of his feet up to his tailbone, all the way to his brain... His face was extremely embarrassed, and he kept guessing in his mind who was ambushing at the bay pier at this moment.

"Vice Hall Master, what shall we do next?"

The rest of the people looked at him one after another.

"Why don't we go back first."

The tattooed man is soaking wet.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly put down the binoculars in his hand, shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go, I'll go and see for myself! I want to see who is playing tricks!"

The rest of the people had long been frightened by these groups of people who had gone out and never came back. Their faces showed shrinking expressions, they looked at each other, and they didn't really want to go.

The tattooed man was in a mess and didn't have much patience to mobilize their enthusiasm. He just said, "If we don't succeed this time, we will be benevolent. You don't think that the patriarch still doesn't know about it!"

"We... have no way out!"

This time the tone was more dignified than last time.

The others were still thinking about luck, but when they heard what he said, they knew in their hearts that there was no way out, and they could only go one way to the dark.

At this time, someone in the crowd whispered something.

"If we had known this would happen, why would we cooperate with the Freemasons instead of betraying the family?"