Lord

On the day of Lichun, Cen Zhuo took Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei, as well as Zhu Yeliang and Jinshui's rescue cabins, and drove two heavy trucks with the hall emblem scraped off, and drove to Beifu through Lianyun Pass.

Beifu is the largest city of the dyeing society in the north, ten times the size of Shenyang, and it is also the location of the northern branch office. It is known as the most important town in the Guan.

The truck was filled with black dice, reincarnated fire, and golden water's red spells. The life-swallowing knife was troublesome and couldn't stay in Shenyang. There was also Sun Moonlight, just in case.

After a nine-hour drive, they arrived at the outskirts of Beifu in the evening. Cen Zhuo signaled to pull over and take a rest before entering the city.

Jia Xibei was holding a lot of food, and couldn't get out of the car by himself, so he asked Gao Xiu to hug him. Yuan Zhen was upset when he saw it: "I said, we are here to fight, not to play with the children!"

Jia Xibei blushed and whispered, "The wheels are too high..."

He stretched out his toes and couldn't reach the ground.

"Come on," Gao Xiu gave Yuan Zhen a push, then turned around and said to Jia Xibei, "You can't go anywhere, you just jump down."

"Yes." Jia Xibei nodded obediently with red eyes.

They found a big tree with leaves, sat down on the spot, and shared food in a circle, all of which were compressed foods made of soybeans and cornstarch.

"Eat this every day from now on?" Cen Zhuo looked disgusted.

"There is something else." Jia Xibei searched among the pile of things, found two packs of compressed fruit slices, and handed them to him with his little butt pouted, "This is less, big brother, save some food."

Yuan Zhen glanced at his butt, it was round.

"Have I brought my cigarette?" Cen Zhuo asked again.

Jia Xibei quickly flipped through: "I brought two boxes."

"Why do you only bring two boxes?"

Jia Xibei was frightened and dared not speak.

"Oh, brother," Gao Xiu stroked Jia Xibei's head like a kitten, "Yuan Zhen already said that we are here to fight, not to play."

Yuan Zhen snorted coldly: "Bring me out at this time."

Cen Zhuo was angry: "I said you all..."

"Kids," Zhu Yeliang leaned back against the tree trunk, twirling grass leaves carelessly in his hands, "while eating, let's discuss business?"

Cen Zhuo stared: "Who do you call kid?"

Zhu Yeliang tilted his head: "Compared to me, aren't you a child?"

Cen Zhuo couldn't argue with him, so he just kicked him.

Zhui Yeliang cut to the chase: "We have two cars, the goal is too big."

He said here, and Jia Xibei took out a small handkerchief, grabbed Gao Xiu's hands, and wiped his fingers one by one. Yuan Zhen frowned again when she saw it.

"My opinion, divide into two teams," Zhuye Liang said to Gao Xiu, "you three in one team, take the rescue capsule to the hospital to treat Jin Shui's injuries, and Cen Zhuo and I went to the city to find out the situation."

"Yes," Cen Zhuo agreed, and added: "Your team has a contact person."

"The contact person is at great risk," Gao Xiu raised his hand, "I'll do it."

"Let's take the bones away," Zhu Yeliang continued to arrange, "Gao Xiu will contact you at any time to ensure the smooth flow of information."

"no problem."

Jia Xibei couldn't keep up with their train of thought, and listened blankly, Gao Xiu elbowed him: "Wipe your hands for brother Zhen."

Jia Xibei reacted like an obedient daughter-in-law, and went to shake Yuan Zhen's hand.

Yuan Zhen dodged in annoyance: "I don't need him to wipe it."

Jassie pouted, clutched a handkerchief and lowered his head.

"Let me tell you what's going on with you..." Gao Xiu pulled Yuan Zhen up, and the two went to the side to talk.

"I don't have your life, I can't stand being served..."

Fearing that they would fight, Jia Xibei held the leftover bag and twisted and followed.

"What kind of team is this..." Cen Zhuo shook his head.

Zhuyeliang stood up: "Probably the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

Cen Zhuo picked up stones and beat him.

After 10 minutes, they each got into the car, drove for half an hour, and stopped at the entrance of the main road leading to the city. Gao Xiu, Yuan Zhen, and Jia Xibei got off the car, carried the rescue capsule and walked into Beifu City.

Zhuo Yeliang unloaded two trucks of "goods" into one truck, and Cen Zhuo drove the empty truck into the woods, rushed down the hillside, and was about to get into the truck when he came back, when he saw an electronic signboard not far ahead.

"Ai ai ai," he patted the trunk, "there is actually a restaurant in Beifu!"

Zhuye said coldly, "Get in the car."

"Old Zhu, that meal of cornstarch just now hurt me too much, I'm going to do a gastric lavage."

"I'll wash it after entering Beifu."

"5 minutes, you look at the car."

Cen Zhuo walked towards the signboard alone, with a faint, dark red light, which he had never seen outside the pass.

Pushing open the door, it was a small restaurant, very dirty, it should be specially serving drivers. He ordered a bowl of porridge, added a vegetable paste, and sat down at a random table.

The taste was not very good, not much better than compressed food. At this time the door opened from the outside, and a tall, gentle man came in with a small mole under his left eye. He ordered a bowl of something in a hurry and sat next to him.

Cen Zhuo could tell at a glance that his clothes were expensive.

After not eating a few mouthfuls, the man got up to go to the bathroom, Cen Zhuo heard a man at the table obliquely in front of him muttering:

"See, she doesn't look bad."

"Farewell, there are still goods, and they have to be delivered tomorrow morning."

"For the matter of cuddling grass and beating rabbits, we will come here in turn, and we can make a fortune by selling them after we finish playing."

After a moment of silence, their voices quieted down.

"Which one of you has medicine?"

"I have."

"Hurry up, I'll be back in a while."

Cen Zhuo ate the porridge without changing his face, when a dwarf came over, took a look at him, poured a few drops of medicine into the bowl next door, went back as if nothing had happened, and talked about other things.

In a blink of an eye, the man came out of the toilet, scooped up a spoon to eat, Cen Zhuo put the bowl on the table, and looked at him: "Damn, you must be sick!"

With the spoon in his mouth, the man looked at him with a pampered indifference between his brows.

"Look at your mother!" Cen Zhuo stood up, and threw the unfinished porridge on him, ruining his good clothes, "Get up for me, come, let's talk outside!"

The people at the table in front glared at Cen Zhuo viciously.

After being splashed with something, the man didn't get angry. It could be seen that he was well-mannered. He put down the spoon and rested his slender fingers on the edge of the table: "He asked you to come and watch me?"

Of course Cen Zhuo didn't know what he was talking about, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out, the group quit and surrounded him: "Brother, what do you mean?"

Cen Zhuo tightened his grip on him: "Is it related to you?"

The group laughed: "It doesn't matter, you fucking know it!"

Cen Zhuo also smiled: "Get out of the way!"

They refused to give in, but took out pistols and daggers from their waistbands: "Whoever coaxes will give in!"

Cen Zhuo flew towards the man with the gun, dragged him to run out, and the man with the knife rushed forward, he easily dodged, opened the door and pushed the man out, then there was a bang, it was a gunshot, and the bullet pierced his body Forearm, penetrating injury.

"Fuck!" Enduring the pain, Cen Zhuo raised the table and threw it at them. Taking advantage of the confusion of the group, he grabbed a chair and rushed up. Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind him. It was Zhu Yeliang, who smashed the glass door and broke in.

Cen Zhuo only felt a gentle force pull him back, and then a familiar figure appeared in front of his eyes, his big hand went straight to the man holding the gun, and he slapped down the man's chest, bloody and bloody.

The small restaurant fell silent, Zhu Yeliang shook his hands, turned around and went out to protect Cen Zhuo, the rescued person stood outside the shop, seeing Zhu Yeliang's face, he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing him, Zhu Yeliang lost his mind for a moment.

Cen Zhuo covered the wound on his forearm and said to the man, "You can go."

"What's going on?" Zhui Yeliang asked.

Cen Zhuo strode towards the heavy truck: "The gang drugged him."

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"It's just a matter of a word."

"A word?" Zhuye slapped him, "The arm is fucking pierced!"

"Small wound."

"Cen Zhuo, I don't like to cooperate with people with mental illness."

Cen Zhuo stopped, turned around and looked at him: "If a group of people drug me, do you fucking care?"

Behind Zhuyeliang, he saw that gentle figure, he didn't leave, but followed him all the time.

"I only care about my people! Those who have nothing to do with me..." Zhui Yeliang turned around following his gaze, saw the face with the mole, and asked very rudely, "Is there something wrong with you?"

A gust of night wind blew through, blowing the man's hair. There was a hole in the right temple, which was the entrance.

a controller.

"You..." the man said, there was something indescribable in his voice, "Where did the optical eyepiece come from?"

Cen Zhuo was surprised, he actually saw that Zhuyeliang's "eyes" were not his, it was completely subconscious, he took a step forward and stood in front of Zhuyeliang.

"Do you know Ding Huanliang?" He asked.

The man shook his head: "I only know the original owner of these 'eyes'." He looked at the injury on Cen Zhuo's forearm, "You need to stop the bleeding, I have HP, do you want to come?"

HP?Cen Zhuo had never heard of it, and looked back at Zhu Yeliang.

HomecarePackage, a very expensive wound emergency treatment device, the size of an ordinary book, can repair malignant trauma including knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and burns.

Zhu Yeliang was a little surprised. After three years, this guy can still afford HP in a city controlled by the dyeing society.

"Old Zhu?" Cen Zhuo listened to him.

"Stop the bleeding first," said Zhuyeliang, "let him drive."

The man stretched out his hand towards them: "Yao Huangyun."

A once-powerful name, Zhu Yeliang stared at him, Suzaku, who was in charge of southern affairs in the Lion Hall, was dignified, and Maitreya Yao, Huangyun, was in charge of the Lion Hall.

Yao Huangyun was driving, and Cen Zhuo was in the co-pilot. The speed of the car was not fast. Looking at the street view along the road, they had been driving towards the city center. After passing through an electronic gate, there were suddenly more lotus flags in Dyeshe.

Cen Zhuo's palms were sweating, and he pretended to ask casually, "What is this place?"

"Have you heard of the first group of Beifutang?" Yao Huangyun said lightly, "the site of the Qingshan group."

The hairs all over Cen Zhuo's body stood on end, it was because he accidentally entered the opponent's stronghold: "I haven't heard of it, I only heard of the Chaoyang group."

Yao Huangyun raised his eyebrows and said nothing.He is very beautiful, especially the mole, he seems to know that he is beautiful, indifferent, aloof, with a kind of pride that a good thing has been spoiled.

"Are you the eldest brother of the Qingshan group?" Cen Zhuo asked.

He smiled: "Am I like a big brother?" Holding back his smile, he said again: "You are like a big brother."

Cen Zhuo's nerves tensed up.

"Your viciousness in the small restaurant, there are people under your hands," Yao Huangyun analyzed objectively without any emotion, "Driving such a big car, what is it loaded with? Weapons, or bones?"

Cen Zhuo was about to make a move, when a beam of light suddenly shot in front of him, passing through the windshield and shining on his face, he was startled, and the car stopped.

Yao Huangyun lowered the car window, and a group of young men with lotus badges ran over, holding high-power lamps: "Brother Yao, where have you been! We have been looking for you for two hours, have you had dinner yet?"

Yao Huangyun nodded, then raised the window, and the car started slowly. Cen Zhuo heard the gang of younger brothers yelling outside, "It's a good thing the team leader hasn't come back, otherwise we will be in trouble!"

Cen Zhuo looked at Yao Huangyun. He also has a big brother style, let alone a hall master: "In such a big battle, it's not like looking for you, but like arresting you."

He remembered what he said in the small restaurant: He told you to come and watch me?

Who is this "he"?

Yao Huangyun drove the car into a large yard, which was different from Cen Zhuo's yard in Shenyang. There were high walls on all sides, high-voltage electricity, and dead birds on the power grid. There was a small building in the middle. There is a luxurious swimming pool with lights, and behind the building is a lush maple forest.

Yao Huangyun turned off the engine: "You're right," the surroundings were pitch black, only the roof lights were on, "If I didn't run into you, I'd run away."

Cen Zhuo was stunned, run?He is not the owner of this yard, then...

"Who is the owner here?"

The roof lights went out, and Yao Huangyun said softly, "The leader of the Qingshan team in Beifu Hall of Dyeshe, Dahetian Jiang Zongtao."

Cen Zhuo froze in the darkness.

Jiang Zongtao's small building is extremely luxurious, with ambergris, famous paintings, and holographic projection landscape walls. In comparison, Cen Zhuo's chairman's building is the house of the village chief in the countryside.

HP was in the special treatment room on the second floor of the villa. After aseptic treatment, he waited outside every night. Yao Huangyun changed into clean clothes and came down, smoking a cigarette and asked him, "Aren't the bones off?"

Zhuyeliang's grasshopper green was scrapped in Dalan, and Cen Zhuo replaced him with a new one. It was still not very good, but the color was better, turning into a peacock green that was flamboyant.

"I never take my bones off."

Yao Huangyun narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "I always feel... I have seen you somewhere."

Zhui Yeliang avoided his sight, pointed to his own painting: "This body?"

"No," Yao Huangyun smiled, "It's a feeling, familiar."

Zhu Yeliang also smiled: "I'm a skeletal brand, how can I have the chance to meet the mother-of-pearl Maitreya of the Lion Hall!"

Yao Huangyun's face changed. In an instant, after all these intense emotions of surprise, ruthlessness, and stinging pain, he softened, as if he had been stretched by an unchangeable reality: "There are not many people who remember this name."

"It's only been three years," said Zhu Yeliang, "the youngest figure in the Lion Hall, who swept away thousands of troops with a long sword, how many people will never forget your demeanor..."

Yao Huangyun interrupted him: "What's your name?"

"Cool every night."

Really didn't know each other, Yao Huangyun lowered his voice: "What's the purpose of you coming to Beifu?"

Zhu Yeliang approached him and whispered, "Zuo Shiya, are you in Beifu?"

Yao Huangyun was dumbfounded.