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The elder was dragged into the wounded station with his neck held down, followed by his group of women. Jia Xibei sat on a small chair that was brought in temporarily, with the corpses of the girls and the mortician behind him.

"Let go of me!" The elder tried to straighten his neck, "What are you doing!"

Jia Xibei stared at him intently, there was no weakness on her girly face, only hatred for the conspirators, and the determination to wipe out the Heptagram.

"Master, why did you arrest me!" the elder asked.

Jia Xibei's big eyes flickered: "Elder, you are still around for a day and two nights." He tilted his head cutely, "It looks like you are waiting for me to catch you."

The elder was dumb.

The girl he sent was dead, and there was a male corpse next to it. Obviously, the poisonous plan hadn’t worked. “Our car is out of battery,” the elder argued, “We’re waiting for someone to pick it up.”

Jia Xibei looked at Chen Jun. Chen Jun was taken aback. He had more than enough mobility but not enough attention to details. He said in a muffled voice, "I only arrested people, but I didn't pay attention to the car."

Jassie didn't speak.

The elder snorted coldly, and pushed Chen Jun away: "The hall master doesn't like the woman I sent, so just kill her. There is no need to find me to see the corpse." He shook his wide sleeves and smoothed his beard, "Please The hall master sent someone to send us out of the city!"

Jia Xibei still didn't speak, and turned his eyes to the back of him.

The elder turned his head and saw a child in a skirt coming from the door, his head was covered with a black veil, his face was hazy and he couldn't see his face clearly, he was about seven or eight years old, with a whistle hanging on his chest.

Chen Jun stared at her in astonishment.

Jia Xibei got up to greet him with a very respectful look, and the elders immediately realized that this was Lancheng's body god, which was consistent with the information they had.

The girl took Jia Xibei's hand, climbed onto his lap, and sat down obediently.

"This child," asked the elder, "why does he cover his face?"

"She is not an ordinary child," said Jia Xibei, "her face can only be seen by Lancheng people."

This confirmed the elder's judgment that there was a god living in that small body, and it was the spiritual temple of Lancheng.

The elder left in no hurry, and approached the flesh god by looking at the two corpses: "Master, our woman is so obedient, why did she offend you, she will be killed?"

"She was poisoned to death." Jia Xibei said coldly.

The elder had a surprised expression.

Jia Xibei said again: "You poisoned."

"Absurd!" The elder laughed, "Why should I poison the woman I sent out with my own hands, not to mention that I have already left Lancheng for a day and two nights, so how can I have the chance to poison?"

"I'm the one you want to poison to death," Jia Xibei hugged the flesh god to protect his chest, "As for where the poison is applied, you know exactly where."

The elder's cloudy old eyes widened: "Master, you must have evidence for what you say!"

Jia Xibei glanced at the male corpse next to the female corpse: "That's the evidence, I have witnesses."

The elder lowered his face: "She doesn't want to stay in Lancheng to serve her former enemies, and she may poison herself without authorization, but it has nothing to do with me." He raised his hands, "I came to Lancheng to negotiate peace with my heart!"

Listening to his farting, Jia Xibei scratched the flesh god's little face with his thumb through the black veil: "Then let the child say that the child's eyes are the most transparent."

The elder frowned, and looked at the flesh god, his eyes were blocked by a layer of black veil.

Jia Xibei held her little hand and teased her with his legs bouncing: "Who wants to kill me, is it the sister lying over there, or this old man with the white beard?"

The elders were sweating slightly on both sides of their noses. They also believed in God and worshiped oracle and divine punishment.

The child's little head covered in black veil turned around, stretched out a limp finger, dangling back and forth, pointing at the elder.

"This is framing," the elder yelled, "It's framing!"

The God of Flesh might have been frightened by him, jumped off Jia Xibei's lap, and ran towards the door with his baggy skirt.

The incident happened in an instant, the elder suddenly kicked up the hem of the long coat, pulled out a dagger from the concealed boot shaft, rushed forward and grabbed the child by the collar, and stabbed her stomach once, twice, waiting for Chen Jun to react , the soft body has fallen in a pool of blood.

"What are you doing!" Chen Jun roared.

Jia Xibei stood up from the chair and yelled, "Take him down!"

The elder held up a bloody dagger: "You guys planted me and forced me to kill someone!"

"Elder, it doesn't matter if you poisoned it now," Jia Xibei pointed at the corpse on the ground, "You killed the flesh god of Lancheng, and so many people watched, you are an active criminal!"

"I don't know who she is at all." The elder laughed, his facial features under the white beard were distorted, it was hard to imagine that he was the kind old man before.

"You can't kill anyone," Jia Xibei stomped, "Xiaojun!"

Chen Jun drew out his gun, and almost at the same time, the seven-pointed star women in the corner swarmed up. Like the elders, they pulled out their pocket knives from their boots. They searched their bodies before entering the wounded barracks, but only their back , without lifting the skirt.

"Protect the hall master!" Chen Jun raised his gun, and there were all women in front of the gun, so he couldn't let go of it for a while.

The women surrounded the elders in the middle, forming a living human wall. The knives were raised high, with the tips of the knives facing outwards, and the elders roared in the shield formed by the women: "Yes, I did the poison. How about it!"

Jassie drew a pistol from his back.

"It was I who planned everything, to destroy Lancheng, and to avenge the Sky Arrow!"

Jia Xibei pursed his lips, this was the first time he aimed a gun at a live target.

"Your physical god is dead, and Lancheng will be defeated!" the elder yelled, the joy of succeeding in the plot drove him mad, and once he became mad, he would be overwhelmed with pride.

"Do you know who I am? I am also a god," the elder put on a victorious gesture among the women, "The flesh-body god of the seven-pointed star killed the flesh-body god of Lancheng, this is God's will!"

With a bang, Jia Xibei shot, his hands trembling a little, but he hit, and fell to the woman facing him, the knife came out of his hand, and it slammed.

Chen Jun was astonished, that timid crybaby, that tender sissy, holding a hot gun, ordered him: "Chen Jun, I want to live!"

He didn't call him Xiaojun softly, but acted decisively and decisively like a real hall master.

Chen Jun fired immediately, and the women were not afraid of death, and rushed forward like crazy, hugging him, even though his chest was pierced by random guns.

Jia Xibei approached Chen Jun while shooting, and changed the magazine once in the middle. The ground was bloody and slippery, and he was stabbed several times in the arms and back. He didn't cry or even scream, and rushed ahead in the melee.

The last woman fell at his feet, and the elder faced the gun alone. He was imprisoned, but he was still arrogant, with his head held high, complacent about killing the soul boy in Lancheng.

"You have no room to struggle," Jiaxibei frowned, blood dripping down his fingertips, "I want to know the situation in your place, specifically."

"Young man," the elder glanced at him disdainfully, "a guy like a woman cannot be a leader, why do you think I will tell you?"

Jia Xibei was not irritated by his sarcasm, he had heard this kind of words too many times: "You don't tell me, I know that you lost a lot in the last decisive battle, so you are a god of flesh, so you don't hesitate to take the risk to come to Lancheng Kill me," he said after a pause, "it's a pity that he didn't kill me."

"Yes," the elder sighed, "I didn't kill you," the subject changed, "but heaven has eyes, let me kill your flesh god!"

This was a devastating blow to Lancheng.

"What are you?" the elder bared his canine teeth ferociously, "You are neither male nor female, nor yin nor yang, ten of you can't compare to a flesh god!"

Chen Jun couldn't listen anymore, and twisted his arm to take him away, but Jia Xibei stopped him and called out abruptly: "Little Er."

Junior?Chen Jun frowned, his back turned cold and he suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at the ground.

The body of the child in the pool of blood was gone. No one paid attention to the scuffle just now, but now when Jia Xibei yelled, a short figure ran out from the corner.

The elder stared straight at the eyes, Lancheng's physical god...could be resurrected from the dead?

The child took off the black veil on his head, revealing a small dirty face. It was a boy. He unbuttoned the bloody coat with holes, and inside was thick artificial fibers and a blood bag that had been pierced.

It was the second child of Lao Yang's family, sticking out his tongue at the elder mischievously.

"This is the flesh god you killed." Jia Xibei faced him with that neither yin nor yang, male or female face, happy but not frivolous.

"You..." The elder knew that he had been tricked. He thought he was brilliant, but he was defeated by a sissy teenager in half a century. He was not reconciled.

"Not reconciled?" Jia Xibei stabbed him in the heart, pointing at the female corpse behind him, "Is she willing to die of poison? Is this woman who you treat as a human shield willing to do!"

"Haha," the elder laughed, "don't come here to teach me a lesson, you brat, don't be too happy, you have a saying that the mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows."

oriole?Jia Xibei and Chen Jun looked at each other.

"The flying machine you killed and snatched from the Sky Arrow was originally the equipment of the Peony Lion," said the elder. "Three years ago, it was secretly thrown out of Lancheng by the Dyeing Society. Let the soaring arrow go on the back."

Jia Xibei was stunned, the one who walked away with Zhuyeliang turned out to be the equipment of Peony Lion again, suddenly, something jumped in his heart, and it was fleeting.

"Why did Dyeshe throw such a powerful thing to us?" The elder's withered lips squirmed sinisterly, "Because they would rather make us strong than let the peony lion come back."

The so-called anti-foreign must first settle inside, Chen Jun gnashed his teeth.

"I don't know the relationship between Peony Lion and your Jialantang, but I know that the dyeing society will not let Peony Lion and people related to him go."

Jia Xibei let the elder run more and more sideways on the road of Peony Lion. The old man didn't know that Jialantang was accepting the recruitment of the dyeing company in Xingdu.

"You have the Heptagram to the west, and the Ranshe to the east, sissy," the elder stared at Jia Xibei fiercely, "Just wait and see, Lancheng's future is doomed!"

Sissy, a stigma that cannot be shaken off in a lifetime.

"Shut up," Jia Xibei waved his hands tiredly, "tight guard."

He shuffled out of the wounded military station. The sun was setting on the majestic city wall. It was getting dark quickly. The smell of blood, the pressure from Xichulan City, and the dangerous and unknown situation made him breathless. He suddenly remembered Gao Xiu's words: Killing and bleeding, you are like a little girl, you will suffer.

Sure enough, you can't do it yourself?

Tears rolled in the circles of his eyes, but he didn't dare to wipe them away, for fear of being seen by the left and right. He is now the hall master, and he doesn't even have the freedom to cry in public.

"So you can grow up."

Yuan Zhen's voice rang in his ears.

"No one is born to be a leader. They all fall down and get back up. Here is your chance."

That day, under the brilliant starry sky, they kissed each other and promised the future.

Jia Xibei sniffed hard, yes, he can't back down, he still has to be an excellent controller and an outstanding leader, and he is going to look for Yuan Zhen shiningly.

Back in the room, Mammy tidied up the house and replaced the sheets and quilts with new ones. He grinned and took off his blood-stained clothes, revealing ugly new wounds and old scars, as well as the unfinished golden-winged three-legged crow on his back.

After a while, Chen Jun arrived, and he helped him with medicine and bandages like an old lady. Jia Xibei endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, blinking his eyes and calling: "Xiaojun, I'm in so much pain."

He buried his face in the bed, like a wronged little animal, holding back his tears so hard that his face turned red.

"Don't bear the pain," Chen Jun said helplessly, "Cry, I won't laugh at you."

"Really?" This person always thought he was crying and weak, Jia Xibei shook his feet, "Then I really cried."

Chen Jun nodded. He confronted Heptagram just now. This kid looked like a master strategist, majestic, but when he came back, he shrunk into a soft, fleshy little pompom, and no one could do anything about him.

Jia Xibei clutched the corner of the quilt and brewed for a long time, but no tears came: "Xiaojun, it's strange, you make me cry, and I can't cry anymore."

Chen Jun put away the scissors and bandages: "That's because you have grown up."

Jia Xibei's eyes lit up, has he really grown up?As Yuan Zhen said, grown up a little bit?Then how many times does he have to grow to become such an excellent fighter as Peony Lion?

The peony lion... Jia Xibei couldn't help frowning. He heard from the elder of the seven-pointed star that it took a year for the Sky Arrow to mount the aircraft, but it only took one minute for Zhuyeliang, which means that he has something that matches that thing. Interface, this is too abnormal.

Jia Xibei suddenly thought of something, and swallowed nervously.

In the Beifu, Gao Xiu said that when the peony lion was captured, the cabin of the rider was empty. Can the flesh and blood really disappear out of thin air, or... that legendary skeleton has no rider at all?

Left lion teeth, right lion teeth, glazed eyes, lion roar, Zhu Yeliang is covered with peony lion equipment, all the way out of the customs, he seems to be... taking back his own things one by one!

Jiaxi Beiteng sat up, if Zhuyeliang was really the peony lion, what was his purpose of hiding his identity and burying his name in Jialantang?

Suddenly, two words flashed through my mind - revenge.

The lion hall was seized by the dye society, and the peony lion was dismantled into pieces. How could Zhu Yeliang not hate it? The recovery of equipment must be to prepare for revenge, so he tried his best to facilitate the exit, destroying the dead along the way.

Jia Xibei trembled, so what happened to himself and Yuan Zhen, Brother Xiu, and Brother Cen?A pawn used by him?The insignificant cannon fodder in his rage?

Also, if Zhui Yeliang came back for revenge, why did he agree to recruit security?What exactly does he want in the prison city of Hindu?Brother Cen and the others followed him, what kind of danger would they fall into?

"Xiaojun!" Jia Xibei jumped out of bed, and put clothes on his head, regardless of the injury, "I'm going to Xingdu, you stay and look after the house!"

"Ah?" It was so sudden that Chen Jun didn't react, "What's the matter?"

"Brother Cen and the others are in danger, I have to tell them!" Jia Xibei bit his lip and said in a trembling voice, "I don't know if it's too late..."

Chen Jun went through the recent important matters in his mind, and only asked: "What about that elder?"

Jia Xibei's hand froze to pack his things, and after weighing the pros and cons, he ordered decisively: "Kill him, this person cannot be kept."

Chapter 67 Old Files┃Breath on the cheeks, tongue rolled over the gums, fierce like a war.

He Feifan stood outside Si Jie's door, without a suit, only wearing the most common white shirt. Group after group of people went in and out, and when they saw him, they all greeted him mockingly: "Oh, this is not Secretary He." ."

He Feifan didn't raise his head, he just answered vaguely, and they didn't want to say more to him.

It was almost noon when Si Jie made time to meet him. He was still in the lounge, poured him a glass of Green Tara, and asked him with his suit buttons open: "How are you doing?"

He Feifei raised his head and said, "It's okay."

Si Jie stared at him, took a sip of the Red Tara in his hand, his gloomy eyes flickered: "What do you want from me?"

He Feifan seemed embarrassed and didn't say anything right away.

Si Jie raised Erlang's legs and leaned against the back of the sofa to look at him.

"Branch," He Feifei mulled over, a little abruptly, "Now that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, do senior cadres have some seasonal benefits..."

Si Jie frowned, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, he swung his glass slowly.

"It's just..." He Feifan held back for a long time, and finally said, "Are there any zongzi?"

Si Jie was stunned, Erlang put his legs down, put down his wine glass, and leaned towards him in surprise.

"Then what?" He Feifan looked awkward, "Can I have one, just..."

Si Jie interrupted him: "He wants?"

He Feifan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled bluntly: "No, he never asks me for anything, I want to give it to him."

Si Jie looked at his watch: "You waited for me for more than two hours, just for this?"

It was indeed too fucking embarrassing, He Feifei brushed his hair and nodded shamelessly: "Yeah."

Si Jie was annoyed, this was the first time He Feifan approached him after he was in distress, and just because of such a crap, he reprimanded: "Can you be a bit of a goddamn success!"

This is the tone of the boss talking to his younger brother, and He Feifan also disappeared: "Brother, 'you are not allowed to be a senior cadre for a lifetime, and you are forbidden to wear formal clothes'. Huanliang and I have no future, so we just want to live a good life."

Living, Si Jie chewed on these three words and shook his head: "He is not a person living a life at all."

He Feifan was amazed by Si Jie's way of looking at people. Indeed, Ding Huanliang did not give up after falling so hard, and was only thinking about making a comeback.

Si Jie got up, first went to the low temperature box to get a gift box wrapped in gold paper, then took out a letter from the desk drawer, and put it in front of He Feifan at the same time.

The meaning couldn't be more clear, equivalent exchange.

"Who is the letter to?" He Feifan didn't get started easily.

Si Jie lit two cigarettes and gave him one: "President."

He Feifan took it over: "I don't have permission."

Si Jie exhaled a smoke ring: "You don't need to go upstairs." He arranged the pale pink gemstones on the neckline in the smoke, with a lazy and extravagant temperament, "Send it to the first floor."

There is a symbolic mailbox in the lobby on the first floor of the headquarters. Yuzawa named it Treasure Box. Anyone and anything can write to him directly. Everyone in the senior cadres is in danger, and secretly arranges younger brothers to patrol around.

"What content?" He Feifei asked.

Si Jie flicked the cigarette ash, squinted his eyes like a cat, "It's blank."

He Feifei was puzzled.

Si Jie licked his lips that were dry from smoking: "Guan Tieqiang is recruiting at Jialantang in Xingdu, and only Zhu Jian is in Jianghan. I'll see his reaction."

A trial.

He Feifan considered that although the letter was empty, as long as he appeared in front of the treasure chest, the Western Branch would definitely take action, ranging from being beaten to being killed.

He looked at Si Jie, in a place like Jianghan that eats people and doesn't spit out their bones, the less status a person has, the more he will be used as garbage, and even step on it in the mud.

Si Jie also looked at him.

He Feifan stretched out his hand to cover the letter, then stretched out his other hand, and picked up the golden gift box juxtaposed with the envelope.

He came down from the fifth floor, took a look at the treasure box from a distance, walked along the corridor, passed through two buildings, and entered the archives room in the northeast corner of the huge building complex of the dyeing society, where he and Ding Huanliang worked.

Although it is called the archives room, it has four floors, including offices, databases, and exhibition halls, and hundreds of work units. They are just two small clerks in this complicated structure.

He opened the door and entered the room, but Ding Huanliang was not there, probably because he was called by the head of the documentation team to sort out the files. He Feifan didn't know how to make surprises and romances, so he put the gift box in the kid's usual drawer, and felt in his trousers pocket. Letter, go out.

The door slammed shut, and at the same time, Ding Huanliang came out of the bathroom, looked at the door with his head, and sat back at his desk.

There are all kinds of files on the table, paper, chip, encrypted, boring clerical work, but he is not bored at all. If it was not in the war era, he might find such a job and bury his head in it. Just one day.

After starting the marker, he opened the drawer and looked down, seeing a gift box wrapped in gold paper, which was very delicate and out of place in this shabby office.

He was surprised, the kind of surprise that he couldn't suppress even though he knew who sent it. He took out the box and put it on the table. He didn't know where to open it, as if he couldn't bear to open it from anywhere.

Given their current situation, they simply cannot afford such a luxury.

Slowly opening the package, there was a layer of gold paper, a layer of color box, and then a small individual package. Suddenly, there was a scent of grass leaves. Ding Huanliang knew what it was, and he took out the vacuum-preserved rice dumplings a little clumsily.

On the way out from Beifu, He Feifan broke his ribs, and he carried him for several hours. At that time, they hadn't experienced what happened later, they were just two bastards who each took what they needed.

Sitting awkwardly on the side of the road, He Feifan asked him: What do you like?

Ding Huanliang said: Zongzi.

When I was a child, I made it at home every summer, but I haven't eaten it for many years.

That guy actually still remembers, how the hell could he remember!

Ding Huanliang sat there quietly, but there was a fire and a torrent in his heart. Why did they never think about eating rice dumplings when they were in Jiangjing Villa, but now they gave him such a beautiful thing?Was it at that time that the mind was full of power and didn't cherish it, and had to wait until everything was lost before going to see each other?

At this moment the door opened, he shook, it was He Feifan, his white shirt was covered in blood.

He stood up in surprise: "What's wrong with you!"

"It's okay." He Feifei went to the bathroom to wash his face, "I had a fight with someone."

He downplayed it, but in fact Zhu Jian's people dragged him to the utility room and beat him up. If there were more than a dozen people, he would be able to tell the fortune when he came back.

Ding Huanliang probably understood what was going on with this box of zongzi.

He Feifan came out shirtless, saw the unpacked box on the table, and smiled terribly: "How is it, have you eaten?"

Ding Huanliang stared at him, staring at his body covered in injuries.

He Feifan posted it: "Hey, let me see, I haven't seen it yet."

Ding Huanliang pushed him so hard that he swayed.

"No, what's the matter?" He Feifan pretended to be confused, "I won't fight with you."

Ding Huanliang suddenly hugged him, viciously, strangling him sorely, He Feifei gritted his teeth and stood up, was beaten, the rice dumpling was delivered, the fucking romantic is all romantic, and when he finally plays handsome, he can't lose the chain.

He held Ding Huanliang's waist: "A box of zongzi is so happy?"

Ding Huanliang buried his face in his neck and did not speak.

"If I eat rice dumplings for you every day in the future, will I stop showing face to me?"

He thought Ding Huanliang was chubby.

"It's not because of the zongzi." Ding Huanliang said.

He Feifei thought he was blunt, he had this problem.

"It's because of you."

He Feifan was stunned, the hands touching the slender waist were a little sweaty, as if he was not daring, he slowly looked at him, Ding Huanliang was leaning on his shoulder, his faint eyes moved, and his lips parted.

"Fucking office."

Ding Huanliang wanted to say, do you still care about this, but He Feifan didn't give him a chance at all, and kissed him all over his face, snorting his cheeks, rolling his tongue over his gums, it was as fierce as a war.

Ding Huanliang couldn't close his eyes, his cheekbones, eyelashes, and eyelids were trembling all over, and he said unwillingly, "It fell on your hands...fucking...fuck it!"

The more he said this, the more excited He Feifan became. He grabbed him by the waist several times and lifted him up, pushing him against the filing cabinet and the desk, making him admit that he had fallen and subdued him.

Ding Huanliang didn't agree, he was stubborn and vigorous, biting He Feifei's point.

After all, it was the community office, and they parted ways without further ado.

The files fell all over the floor, and Ding Huanliang cleaned them up one by one. He Feifan couldn't do this kind of meticulous work, so he went to lie down on the sofa in the back room. The large area of ​​soft tissue contusion made him tired.

Ding Huanliang thought about it, and saw a line of words on an open paper document: ... the knife path is fierce. When using the knife, it does not go straight out, but puts the back of the knife close to the shoulder. amazing.

Ding Huanliang paused. He had seen this habit of using a knife before, but he couldn't remember it for a while. When he turned over the file, he saw that the title code on the file was blank.

Yuze likes to make archives and records. He is also the overlord of the society. Bai Ruer did not have this habit. This caused the dyeing society to have a large number of files before taking over Jianghan. Ding Huanliang has seen a lot of files, all of which are products of the former Jianghan era.

The document is very thin, similar to an informative summary analysis. Ding Huanliang turned down page by page. This person, to be precise, is a skeleton, equipped with double knives and cannons, and has great power. Judging from the tone of the narrative, the recorder They are tactical personnel, and those who are recorded are the enemies of the dyeing society.

Ding Huanliang's heart skipped a beat, is it the peony lion?

But when the peony lion shocked the world, he was just a low-level cadre in Shenyang, a small city outside the pass, and it was impossible to see its swordsmanship.

Closing the file, Ding Huanliang fell into deep thought. An old document, the past is gone, and it is meaningless to pursue it again, but it is related to the peony lion. It is Yuzawa's nightmare, a legend that has disappeared.

He got up from behind his desk, took the key and went to the database. The decisive battle between Jianghan and Han was recorded by video. There were seven volumes and 22 entries. The Peony Lion was the most brilliant page.

The database is on the third floor, which is insulated from moisture and heat, and has a constant temperature all year round.

There was no one in the quiet video area, only the hum of the dryer turning far away. According to the electronic index, Ding Huanliang quickly found the entry "Jianghan Battle" and it was classified in the memorabilia, number 079, 23-25, Section B, West District, year: Permanent, Classification: Normal.

He found the file rack, pulled out the "Peony Lion" sub-entry, and there were seven chip cards in it. He randomly took one and put it into the player to start playing.

A mountain made of skeletons, a sea of ​​intertwined firepower, a great battle that shakes the universe.Arhat, Tunsheng Knife, Laden Maitreya, Daheitian, many skeletons that have disappeared appear on the screen, and they are all big bosses at the branch manager level. This is a meeting of heroes.

In the center of the picture is the Peony Lion. At the core of the fire vortex, the flames are scorching white. It is dragging two scarlet blades and a flashing cannon on its back. It rushes out of the fierce fire, and its whole body is bright red.

Across the screen, after three years of time, Ding Huanliang was overwhelmed by it. The evil spirit and the courage to sweep away thousands of troops were enough to make mountains and rivers tremble and the earth tremble.

Then, it drew out the saber, the back of the saber turned backwards first, and then swung out with all its strength.

Ding Huanliang was stunned, his whole face was as pale as bleeding. After a long time, he pressed the pause button, went back and watched it again, and watched it again, and watched it again.

Indeed, in Beifu, during the scuffle with Jialantang, there was a person who brandished a knife and chased him and He Feifan like this—it was that outsider, Zhu Yeliang.

The blood all over his body faded away in an instant, and then rushed back suddenly, making Ding Huanliang's fingertips tingle. Is Zhu Yeliang a peony lion?How could he show up in Shenyang?What about Cen Zhuo, does he know?

Turning off the player, the flashes of light flashed through his mind, that's why Jialantang was invincible all the way, that's why the dyeing club failed again and again, and that's why the undercover lurking among the four major branch chiefs was determined.

Guan Tieqiang is simply whimsical, how could Peony Lion accept the dyeing company's offer!

But it accepted, why?

conspiracy.

The place of recruitment is Menggui City, Xingdu, where the felons from the Lion Hall and the government army era are imprisoned. If this seal is opened, the world will be in chaos.

Ding Huanliang left the video area, rushed out of the database, and went straight downstairs to the headquarters. He had no authority and could not take the elevator that went straight to the tenth floor, so he had to climb the stairs. Can't stop, because the world is turning upside down, God's dice is turning the other side of fate.

On the sixth floor, he encountered the first group of interceptors and made a hard breakthrough. Then on the eighth floor, the security team opened fire. He was shot in the left calf. The other party saw that he was unarmed, so he rushed up to the ninth floor without paying attention. .

This time, it was Zhu Jian who met on a narrow road, wearing a luxurious suit in the narrow stairwell, with the lotus emblem polished to shine.

"Get out of the way!" Ding Huanliang yelled, "I have made an important discovery, and I have to report it to the president immediately!"

Zhu Jian was too lazy to talk to him, so he gave his younger brother a wink, and shot his right calf with a bang.

"You..." Ding Huanliang knelt on the ground, bleeding profusely, "I want to see the president, this is related to the survival of your western branch, and even the entire dyeing society!"

"Oh?" Zhu Jian didn't believe that a small clerk could influence someone's life or death, "Let's hear it."

Ding Huanliang stared at him, and said word by word: "You, no, qualification, qualification, listen."

Zhu Jian drew his gun, opened the safety, and put it on his head: "A low-level cadre trespassing on the high-level cadre's activity area, according to regulations, can be executed on the spot."

He looked down at Ding Huanliang's face, with a smile, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.