Urban Hidden Dragon

"Ok?"

Wang Han stared at the bronze coffin with big eyes.

He turned back and looked at Huang Feishu and Huang Wan. They glanced at Wang Han and said, "Close the lid, Master Jiu! What's wrong with you?"

"What didn't you two hear?" Wang Han asked.

"What did you hear? I didn't hear anything!" the yellow fat mouse asked in confusion.

Huang Wan recalled for a while and then said, "I think I heard someone talking about juice?"

While he was talking, the yellow fat mouse's stomach growled and made a squeaking sound, "Jiuye, you may have heard wrong, it's me who has diarrhea." The yellow fat mouse's face suddenly changed, and he held his stomach and moved toward the room. Ran inside.

After a few minutes.

The yellow fat mouse put on a new pair of trousers and walked over here.

"Damn it! Ever since I dug this thing out, I haven't had any bad luck!" said the yellow fat mouse, rubbing his belly.

Wang Han still looked at the bronze coffin in confusion. It didn't look like a hallucination just now. The sound must have come from this thing.

National Division?

Wang Han went through it in his mind, and he always felt that these two words had appeared somewhere, as if someone had said it. For a moment, his brain was a little confused and he couldn't think of it.

The yellow fat rat fastened his belt, ordered people to come in, opened the courtyard door and carried this thing out.

Wang Han stepped aside, smoking a cigarette and watching the brothers below carrying the bronze coffin to the truck outside.

If you look closely, this truck is also a bulletproof vehicle.

It is enough to show that Di Lao attaches great importance to this bronze coffin.

Wang Han and Huang Wang Fei Shu walked outside at the same time.

Before they had even taken two steps outside, the three of them yelled in unison, as if they were filming a mime. The manhole cover of the drainage ditch on the side of the road collapsed, and the three of them stepped in together.

Wang Han and Huang Wan's reaction was almost as soon as they were wet. The fat rat Huang's kung fu was poor, so he stuck half of his leg in, and pulled out the leg with a frown on his face.

"Damn it! Ever since I dug this thing out, I've been memorizing words all the time." The yellow fat mouse stamped his feet and cursed.

"Seventh Master, Ninth Master, you two should stay away from this thing. This thing is so damn evil!" As he spoke, the yellow fat mouse was about to kick the tire to shake the mud off, but unexpectedly the car moved forward. After a slip, the yellow fat mouse lost its balance, its center of gravity was unstable, and it fell into the sewer cover that it had just trampled on with its legs in the air.

Wang Han quickly reached out to grab it, but he didn't expect that the quality of the clothes was so poor that he tore it open and the yellow fat rat stuck his head in.

When I came out, I was retching.

Wang Han glanced at his fingers. He had rough skin and thick flesh. Although he couldn't be said to be invulnerable, he couldn't break it easily.

I could break my finger even if I hammered a nail today.

Zhuge Jueluo shouted over there. Huang Wan was distracted and the cigarette butt fell down. He quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Without paying much attention, I smoked in reverse, pursed my lips until it was hot, and slammed the cigarette butt into the drain.

The yellow fat mouse went back and changed his clothes again.

Let several men drive a truck to pull the bronze coffin.

There has to be one person sitting on the truck, but this thing is so evil. With the votes of several people, Ximen Doudou was honored to sit in the co-pilot of the truck!

Huang Wang and Huang Feishu drove at the front to lead the way.

In the middle is the big truck.

Wang Han and Zhuge Jueluo drove behind.

Di Lao had someone build a special place to store this thing.

Wang Han was holding a cigarette, and Zhuge Jueluo was sitting in the passenger seat. Zhuge Jueluo took out a pickled chicken feet from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

I vomited after just one bite. I took a look at the packaging bag and said, "Jinima expired two years ago? No wonder the grandson looked at me so strangely!"

Throwing the packaging bag aside, Zhuge Jueluo took out a piece of red sausage. Just when he opened his mouth to eat, the car suddenly jolted violently and it hit his throat.

Wang Han hurriedly braked.

"If the tire blows out, I'll throw it away!"

Zhuge Jueluo took a bite and said, "Jie Niima has been unlucky ever since he encountered this thing!"

Wang Han got out of the car and changed the tire.

Getting back in the car, "Someone is watching us!"

Zhuge Jueluo ate the red sausage and glanced at the rearview mirror, "You ladies have been staring at me all day!"

The front foot of the car just moved away.

Fan Jian was kicked out of the hair salon by Brother Luotuo. He looked funny with a green mohawk on his head.

He came out so violently that Fan Jian hit his head on a woman wearing leather clothes.

Looking up, Fan Jian licked his lips, "What an exaggerated pectoralis major!"

"idiot!"

The woman slapped Fan Jian, then got into a car and drove towards Wang Han's car.

Fan Jian covered his face and looked at the woman with a figure that looked very much like Asuka Kirara with a hint of nostalgia, "She's still a foreign bitch!"

"Dad! What should we do now? Is it possible to let this person go like this?" Fan Xiaoqiang walked out, with blood and hair stuck to his head.

Brother Luotuo came out and beat the father and son again, "Be more careful in the future! Don't mess with everyone!"

Fan Jian held his head and repeatedly admitted his mistakes.

After the person left, he said to Fan Xiaoqiang, "We can't move this person, so we have to go find your sister!"

Wang Han glanced at the rearview mirror and put an arm on the car window.

Huang Wan in front came with the news, "Old Jiu, there are people watching from behind. I'll find a place where no one is around to do it later!"

"Roger that!"

The car gradually headed towards the less crowded street.

Sakurako Watanabe sat lazily in the passenger seat, looking coldly at the cars in front of her. She was wearing a leather jacket that perfectly outlined her curvy figure. Her two round and slender legs were crossed. Her skin was white and tender, and she could blow. Po, with an enchanting energy in his whole body, he picked up the pager, opened his mouth slowly and said, "When you get to a deserted area, prepare to take action! Just grab the thing! The president is bound to get this thing!"

A reply came from the pager.

"Hi!"

Watanabe Sakurako played with a gun, raised it and gestured at the car in front, making a piupiupiu sound from her mouth.

With a sneer on his lips, he said, "A bunch of little thieves who don't know how to live or die!"

There was a middle-aged man sitting in the back row, holding a samurai sword in his arms, "Miss Sakurako, please don't underestimate our enemy!"

Sakurako Watanabe lay lazily on the passenger side, her two slender and tight legs raised in front of her, "We were able to run rampant here a hundred years ago, and we can still do it now! They are not worthy of being our enemies!" "

The middle-aged man said again, "Miss Sakurako, there is an old saying in this country that a rabbit fights an eagle with all its strength. It is best not to underestimate our enemies!"

Sakurako Watanabe didn't take it to heart at all, "You think too highly of them! There is an old saying in this country, which is, don't let others' ambitions destroy your own prestige!"

The car at the back of the convoy in front suddenly drove to the side. Sakurako Watanabe looked over and saw the young man driving the car and the co-pilot's white hair happily getting into a supermarket on the roadside to buy something. .

Sakurako Watanabe pointed her gun at the two people, "Yuta! Did you see it? I've already told you! This kind of little thief doesn't stand up to the public eye!"

After a few minutes.

The car stopped for a moment, and there were two people standing in front of them, wearing vests, hats, masks, and white gloves. They had a hole in the mask and bit a whistle. When the whistle blew, they raised their hands to signal the car to stop.

Two people walked towards this side.

A man knocked on the driver's window and said, "Show me your driver's license!"

The driver quickly took out his driver's license.

Another one knocked on the rear window, "Hello! Please show me your ID!"

When Xiongta lowered the car window and reached for his ID, the man suddenly struck Xiongta directly on the neck and knocked him unconscious.

Sakurako Watanabe realized something was wrong, and she quickly drew her gun. The man checking the driver's license broke the driver's neck, grabbed the driver's gun in his hand, and pointed the black muzzle at Sakurako Watanabe.

Zhuge Jueluo was merciless and knocked out Sakurako Watanabe, tied up the three people and stuffed them into the trunk, and chased them out in the car.

No more than three minutes before and after.

Half an hour later, after five flat tires, the three cars finally arrived at a village near Jiangning City. Di Lao bought a house with a basement in this place, specially prepared for this thing.

Wang Han ordered people to carry the things in. When he turned around, he saw Di Lao walking towards this side wiping his nosebleed.

Behind him was an old man with droopy eyebrows and a shabby look on his face.

The first thing I saw when I saw him was that he seemed to be born unlucky. His eyebrows were in a figure-eight shape, which added to his bad appearance.

He was dressed in rags and was skinny. He lowered his head and rolled his eyes to look at people, which gave him a fearful look as if he was afraid to talk to people.

Wang Han saw Di Lao wipe his nosebleed. A boss of this level almost said goodbye to this small problem. It must be extraordinary to make Di Lao have a nosebleed.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?" Wang Han asked.

Di Lao glanced at the sullen old man.

The old man curled up his neck and laughed dryly. His ragged and malnourished look gave people a pitiful and funny impression. The old man raised his hand towards Wang Han.

Still the same sullen look.

"Li Gou Sheng, the extremely evil Taoist, has met the little Taoist master!"