Bright lights illuminate the meeting room, there are no shadows in every corner, and the position of the bulb is shot perfectly.
A burly man in a tracksuit knocked on the door of the meeting room.
"How's the situation?" The man sitting at the top opened his eyes. For a moment, the light in the meeting room seemed to be a little brighter, and it took a while for it to return to normal.
"The situation has been found out, the envoy of Lianxiang is dead!" The strong man in the sportswear knelt on one knee, lowered his head, not daring to look at the man in front of him.
"Dead? Did you see the corpse?" The man above said with deep suspicion.
"Looking at it from a distance, the Pingan soldiers are too closely guarded, and their subordinates dare not approach. From the appearance of their clothes, they are messengers of pity and fragrance." The burly man in sportswear said.
"Are you sure?" the man above asked.
"Not sure!" The burly man in the sportswear hesitated and said.
"How did you deal with the body of the Lianxiang messenger?" the man above asked.
"I fed the blood-stained black boy." The burly man in sportswear said.
"Are you finished?" the man above asked.
"It's over, and the bones are eaten too." The burly man in the sportswear replied.
"Go down!" said the man above.
"Yes, altar master!" The man in the sportswear stepped back respectfully.
The man is the new altar master of Black Moon Province, Chen Daogui. Unexpectedly, in the first planned action, an envoy and more than 500 brothers were lost. This made him feel the heavy pressure, but at the same time, he was also thinking about how to fight back. He knew very well that the underground royal court was not capable of dealing with it. means of members. Then it's not a matter of the capable going up to the weak and the weak going down. The fate of the weak is miserable.
The other brothers died as soon as they died, but the messenger of Lianxiang could not die. He was not only a messenger, but also had a special identity, who's nephew was he. If it weren't for this relationship, how could he sit on the position of envoy based on his strength
The altar master looked at the other people in the meeting room, there were not many people, only four, but these four people were not simple, they were all incense masters. It can be said that the five of them can decide the fate of the entire southern area.
"What do you think?" Chen Daogui asked the four incense masters. Although he was anxious inside, his face was calm and his tone was calm.
"Fake." Lu Yunfeng said, these two words have no beginning and no end, but everyone understood what he meant. The Lianxiang envoy killed by the Ping'an Army was a fake, and the Lianxiang envoy was not dead.
"Rescue the envoy of Lianxiang." He Renyong has long black hair tied into a ponytail, and looks like an artist, but his horse face looks out of place.
"How to save?" Wang Yanbing looked indifferent, "If the envoy of Lianxiang is not dead, Ping An will inevitably set up many traps waiting for us to take the bait. At that time, people will not be rescued, but more brothers will die instead." Wang Yanbing is not ignorant of Lianxiang The identity of the envoy, on the contrary, he knew the background of the Lianxiang envoy better than anyone present, but he was not afraid, he also had a background.
The relationship behind Lianxiang messenger can't move him.
"There must be difficulties, but people must be rescued. They know that their own people have been arrested, but they don't try to rescue them. Will the brothers still work loyally in the future?" Lu Yunfeng's tone is unquestionable, "As for how to rescue, everyone can do it. Discuss, there will always be a way to get the best of both worlds."
"I can't help it, who can do it? Tell me!" Wang Yanbing's attitude was indifferent. Lu Yunfeng and the envoy of Lianxiang were together, and they vented through one nostril.
"Humans must be rescued, otherwise, if the envoy of Lianxiang accidentally reveals some secrets, everyone will be in trouble." He Renyong said, and everyone was shocked. Indeed, if it was an ordinary envoy, he would be arrested. Just caught him, his knowledge is limited, the messenger of Lianxiang is different, he knows too many secrets.
"What does Xiangzhu Liu want to say?" Chen Daogui called the names, Liu Jilin, the oldest of the four Xiangzhu, with the oldest qualifications, usually looks like a good old man, but no one dares to despise him. It is absolutely terrifying for a person to be able to sit in the position of the incense master for such a long time without doing anything.
"We need to confirm one thing first, whether the messenger of Lianxiang is dead or alive. After confirming this matter, we can make a plan." Liu Jilin didn't intend to speak, but Chen Daogui was the altar master, and he had no choice but to speak .
"Liu Xiangzhu is right, this is indeed an urgent matter." Chen Daogui showed admiration, and Liu Jilin was worthy of being the old Xiangzhu, and he grasped the key point at once. He sat up straight for a few minutes, and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to die next time."
Martial arts arena.
Taishan Mountain has won 12 consecutive victories. This record cannot be said to be advanced, but it is certainly not low. His strength has already won the recognition of the Pingan soldiers. This can be seen from the strength of the people on stage.
If he doesn't recognize his strength, the fighters will use crooked means to fight him. The arena is like a battlefield, only looking at the results, not the means. It's okay to use hidden weapons, poison, and tactics. That kind of situation is for ranking , It will only be used when necessary. Under normal circumstances, soldiers will not use such methods, but choose aboveboard methods.
The fighters who are now in power are using aboveboard methods.
"Come again!" Tai Dongyue had many wounds on his body, but none of them were fatal. To him, they were all skin wounds. His expression was excited. The opponents he met before were all too weak to win. The first time he met so many powerful masters, he could let go of his hands and feet without restraint.
One by one, the masters were knocked out of the ring by him. The fighters were very gentlemen, and when he was exhausted, they gave him the meat of monsters. It was the first time Taishan Mountain ate Warcraft meat. When he took the first bite, he almost vomited it out. Seeing the laughter of the soldiers, he swallowed it.
The soldiers laughed in good faith, which he understood as ridicule, but soon, he realized that no one laughed at him. Warcraft meat is a good thing, and it contains huge energy. Soon, his physical strength recovered At the peak, he let out a roar like a beast, and said loudly: "Again, I want to hit 20 with one."
"Arrogance, I'll meet you!" Bigfoot came on stage. Bigfoot doesn't take the power route, but no one dares to underestimate his strength. He is explosive, and when he kicks suddenly, the elephant has to back up.
"Good job!" Seeing a big foot appearing, Tai Dongyue didn't even think about it, he just punched it out, the wind and thunder resounded, and the void twisted, everyone stared closely, looking forward to the result
Most of the prisons of the Ping'an Army are empty, because there are not many prisoners. In the era of food shortage, it is not easy to become a prisoner. You must have enough status and status. Otherwise, the death penalty is the destination. .
In the depths of the prison, a vague figure slowly emerged