Chapter Twenty-Six: The Conspiracy

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun carries a little north wind very depressed.

Trail went downstairs and ate a bowl of noodles and bought a cigarette. I met lao wang. He gave the check to Lao Wang and instructed him to take it all out.

Is it dangerous? master. Lao Wang said

It's all right, Lao Wang, here I'll deal with it. You then investigate your affairs. Take care of your own safety. Trail said

Lao Wang nodded and disappeared into the darkness.

Xiao Dao looked at the mobile phone given by Lao Wang, and there were two numbers in the address book. One is Lao Wang's and the other is Ah Xiang's. XiaoDao dialed Ah Xiang's number. There were three rings and the phone was answered

Hello, Ah Xiang's voice came out.

Ah Xiang, it's me. The trail said

Oh, big brother. Ah Xiang's excited voice came from the microphone.

Big brother, where are you? How are you? When will you be back? Ah Xiang said several questions in a row.

I have some things to do and will be back tomorrow soon. Are you practicing what I taught you? Trail asked.

Well, I practice all the time. Now you can throw the stone into the vat very accurately. Ah Xiang said

Okay, I hung up. After saying that, Xiaodao hung up the phone.

Don't, what else does Ah Xiang want to say? But there was a busy tone coming from the telephone handset. Ah Xiang looked at the phone a little lost.

While smoking a cigarette, the trail continued to walk in the direction of the Yajin Building.

It was completely dark, and the sky was blowing more windy. The late autumn wind carried the spirit of xiao killing, and tonight the moon did not come out.

Trail recitation: dead vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water people, ancient road west wind thin horses. As the sun sets, the broken intestines are at the end of the world. Grandpa, when can I drink and talk about poetry with your old man! The trail is a little sad, and Xu is dyed with a heart mirror this season.

On the balcony on the ninth floor, Zhou Yu looked at the path downstairs with a telescope, and next to him stood Mourning Biao and his father.

This person is a little interesting, Zhou Yu said smoking a lady's cigarette.

This guy is very good at kung fu. I couldn't do three moves under him, mourner said next to him

Oh, and there are still such people! Boss Zhou touched his chin and said. He knew the kung fu of the lost man, a mercenary by birth. He has killed people on the battlefield and belongs to crawling out of the pile of dead people. So what he said was still very certain. And with this Liu Lao five three tricks can not be picked up. It is conceivable that Liu Laowu's kung fu has reached some terrible point.

Dad, if this man can be used by us. Then we don't have to be afraid of Lao Wu's retaliation. And the demon organization behind them. Zhou Yu said.

Demon organizations are really headaches, and we need manpower. But the details of this man are unknown. People like him who are aggrieved must have a picture in our company. I have to guard against it. Boss Zhou said.

Boss, how do you think he's not an average person. Mourning Biao asked

Because, when I give him a check. He didn't even move his eyes. His city government, or mentality, is no longer inferior to me. Boss Zhou said. But there is nothing, wait for the ronin to pass this matter, it is best to join us. If you can't join, kill him. No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he can still be faster than a bullet.

Ha ha

The three of them laughed at the same time...