Cyclonus: I can summon villains infinitely

Chapter 166 Pan Sheng: Why am I always the one who gets hurt?

Japanese pirates!

Everyone was familiar with this word. Even many people in the Nine Gates had been used by the Japanese pirates to varying degrees.

Hearing this, everyone straightened their expressions.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.

No matter how bad the relationships among people are in private, when it comes to justice, everyone always has a scale in their hearts.

The meeting lasted a whole day and no one knew what the group talked about.

However, from that day on, the Nine Gates became completely united as one, and began a never-ending battle with the Japanese pirates. In Changsha City, many soldiers of unknown origin inexplicably appeared. They fought bravely and fearlessly.

Some people say that Er Yuehong is behind these people, while others say that Chenpi and Heibei Laoliu are behind these people.

As time goes by, these things can no longer be verified, and fewer and fewer people know the true truth.

...

Myanmar.

An Xia walked on the street with a frown on her face.

I thought it would only take a few days to help Chenpi regain his soul, but I didn't expect it to take more than ten years.

"System, oh system, give me back my time!"

[Bullshit, this time I returned on my own initiative. It was you who didn’t want to come back.]

With a sigh, An Xia stopped dwelling on the matter and turned around to look around.

"System, where did you teleport me to? Is this still China?"

[Ahem, the system transmission location has deviated, this is Myanmar]

"Oh my god, how much time has passed?"

[Host, don't worry, only two days have passed]

"That's fine, that's fine."

An Xia felt relieved and wandered around the streets of Myanmar, trying to find something to eat.

During the more than ten years in the world of Old Nine Gates, he was mainly dedicated to killing bandits. Although he met some beauties, they were all just illusions after all.

I did get a lot of summoning points, but before I traveled back, the country was going through economic difficulties, so I exchanged all of them for items and left them in that world.

As he was walking, a young man wearing a grey T-shirt and glasses bumped into him.

He seemed to be hiding from someone and looked panicked.

An Xia looked at the young man with a surprised expression: "Second Master! Why did you come back with me?"

The young man had no intention of paying attention to An Xia and turned around to run somewhere else.

An Xia grabbed him and said, "Hey, Second Master, don't run away. This guy is unfamiliar with the place."

"stop!"

A few more people ran over from the distance.

The young man hurriedly shook off An Xia's hand: "Hey, I'm not some Second Master, let me go!"

An Xia only then realized that this was a fusion of film and television, so it was normal to have a few people who looked alike.

Thinking about the more than ten years of fighting side by side with the people of Jiumen, and thinking that they would never see each other again, An Xia felt sad.

When he looked up and forward again, the "Er Ye" young man with glasses had been pinned to the ground. Those people were holding the young man and coming over to catch An Xia.

An Xia was stunned. She originally wanted to just send these people away and be done with it, but this would only be a temporary solution and not a permanent solution.

Since this young man is so similar to the Second Master, I must help him no matter what.

Pretending to be defeated, An Xia was taken away along with the young man.

On the bus, An Xia approached the young man and said, "Hello, my name is An Xia, what's your name?"

The young man looked at him speechlessly. Although he didn't know who these people were, it had come to this point. Was this guy serious about striking up a conversation?

"Why aren't you talking? What's your name?"

"Mr. Pan."

Seeing Pan Sheng silent again, An Xia thought that she was blocking his way and explained:

"I have no ill intentions. I just saw that you look a lot like a friend of mine, which delayed your escape. What's wrong with you? Did you borrow money from a loan shark?"

"Brother, are you so careless? This is Myanmar!" Pan Shengren was numb.

"Hey~ These are just minor issues. My nickname is Troublemaker. Don't worry, I'm here, and everything will be fine."

Pan Sheng looked at An Xia as if she was mentally retarded, shook his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Mr. Pan? Why are you silent?"

"Where are you from?"

“Why did you come to Myanmar?”

"Did you know there is a Tan family in Burma?"

Pan Sheng was originally thinking about how to escape from this predicament, but then he ran into this guy. For a moment, he felt that his future was bleak.

"Stop talking! Put the hood on!"

Fortunately, at this time, a group of thugs came and put caps on Pan Sheng and An Xia’s heads, and the world finally became quiet.

...

after a while.

The bus carrying An Xia and others drove into a large courtyard that looked like a prison. The courtyard was deserted and seemed isolated from the world.

As soon as the hoods were taken off, An Xia and others were pinned to the ground and beaten and kicked.

Everyone was put on black hoods halfway through the journey, and when they opened their eyes again, they had already arrived here.

In addition to An Xia and Pan Sheng, several other people were also brought here. Except for him, all of them wore glasses.

Being beaten, An Xia swayed to Pan Sheng's side again: "Just bear with it for now, I'll see what's going on and come back to rescue you."

Pan Sheng didn't feel that much pain even when he was beaten, but An Xia's words broke his defense and he couldn't help but shed tears.

An Xia had no habit of comforting men. Seeing Pan Sheng crying, he had no choice but to ignore him for the time being. He turned around and observed the surrounding environment.

"Oooh!"

An Xia cried out in surprise. The scattered people standing around were all armed with guns.

Everyone held an AK in their hands.

In front of them, the man with long braids who led them over seemed to have a grudge against Pan Sheng and was looking at him with a disdainful smile.

Just when he was laughing the happiest, a middle-aged man holding a popsicle, also with long hair scattered on his shoulders, walked up behind him and kicked him on the butt, pointing at An Xia and the others.

"Hit again! We all make a living with our brains, and you come here after I hurt you?"

The man with long braided hair looked depressed, but it was obvious that his status was not as good as the man with long hair and shawl.

"Ah!" On the side, the thug who kicked An Xia fell to the ground, covering his feet and crying.

The man with the shawl walked up and kicked him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Brother, this guy is too hard, I, I, I..."

The shawl man was so angry when he heard what Ma Zai said. He kicked Ma Zai hard and threw the popsicle on his face, cursing: "You useless thing, you beat yourself up. If you don't know how to beat someone, I'll teach you!"

As he said that, he kicked the henchman in the stomach again and again.

It was not until the thug was kicked half to death that he was dragged out like a dead dog.

After the thugs were dragged away, the man with the shawl stepped forward and helped An Xia up. Seeing this, the other thugs also helped up the people around them.

After everyone stood up, the man in the shawl smiled and spoke to everyone.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I apologize on his behalf."

The man with the shawl pointed at the man with braids and spoke in a sincere tone.

"My last name is Lu, and I'm the manager here. From now on, you will work for me. Thank you for your cooperation."

Seeing that Manager Lu was so polite, a fat man wearing glasses yelled:

"Cooperate with the damn thing, I want to go home!"

Hearing what he said, the others also started shouting, only An Xia and Pan Sheng stood there obediently.

Manager Lu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the henchmen who had just helped this group of people up pressed them to the ground again, including Pan Sheng who had been silent.

Only An Xia escaped because the man who had just hit him was dragged away.

Manager Lu stepped forward, put his arm on An Xia's shoulder, smacked his lips and looked at everyone.

Pan Sheng, who was being pressed to the ground, looked at An Xia who was standing leisurely on the side, thinking that he had not said anything just now.

Unknowingly.

I shed tears of grievance again.

......

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