The woman in purple has an ordinary face, her hair is tied into a neat ponytail, and her eyes are not bright. She is holding a fashion magazine in her hand, sitting quietly on a chair in the lounge of the airport. She is the only one among the many passengers. An unremarkable one.
There are too many people at Charles de Gaulle Airport in France, the number of passengers like this is tens of thousands every day, and this woman's eyes are not the slightest aggressive, so even masters like Yan Yuanyi, Wu Yunlong, and Liu Mubai didn't even notice that it was going on. To be watched and watched.
Watching Yan Yuanyi and the others talking casually and discussing Wang Chao's situation gradually fade away, until the back disappeared into the crowd, the woman in purple looked back and didn't get up. Instead, he casually flipped through the fashion magazine in his hand, and finally turned his attention to a piece of gossip news.
"The female director of Chanel finally finalized the top cosmetics order with the British royal family. The series of kidnappings and shooting rumors that have plagued the female director recently do not seem to have any impact on her."
This news is very common. It simply shows a half-length photo of Zhang Tong, the female director. Zhang Tong in the magazine is radiant and mature in both temperament and appearance.
"Zhang Tong, Zhang Tong, you also have the foresight. You could clearly see my little brother's potential at that time, and tell him to owe you a favor. There are not many people with such vision."
After flicking the magazine in her hand, the woman in purple murmured softly to herself, with a smile that no one could understand, "But my younger brother's handwriting is getting bigger and bigger, beheading Situ's family, contacting the big circle , and now they are using the GOD assassination group as a springboard to directly reshuffle the forces of the entire Chinese world. It’s okay, okay. Let’s erase all enemies. I hope that after this time, it will be clean, at least in our At your wedding, there will be no more troublemakers."
Then she threw the magazine on the table and stood up.
She is naturally Tang Zichen, the supreme leader of the entire Tang Sect.
Only Tang Zichen's god-like psychological control ability and reserved spirit can hide his eyes from being sensed by Baodan-level masters.
"The 'God' of GOD, it seems that it has been eight or nine years since the first match, but I have always wanted to see the style of 'planting lotus in the fire' again, and see the true face of you, a self-proclaimed 'God'. Unfortunately, if When I returned to China, I didn’t meet my little brother by chance, and I didn’t teach him martial arts on a whim. Maybe the strongest person in this world is you. It’s a pity, it’s a pity, after you meet my little brother, you will know that you don’t Not a god. In this world, there will never be anyone who can surpass my little brother in the past, and there will never be in the future."
After sighing, Tang Zichen stepped into the crowd that was constantly flowing.
"Life is really amazing. Who knew, the boy I met on a whim could actually protect me from the wind and rain, shuffle the whole world for me, and become the destination of my life. Maybe I myself will never forget this change." Didn't expect it."
Just as Tang Zichen merged into the crowd, there was a sudden thunder from the overcast sky, followed by heavy rain, and the whole of France seemed to be submerged in the ocean of rain.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
The torrential rain was beating violently outside, seeming to destroy the entire world.
"Why did it rain so much this morning? It made it difficult to drive. The visibility is so low, and it seems that the rain will not stop until noon."
Zhang Tong drove a car through the pouring rain on the streets of Paris. After entering the area of Chinese influence in Chinatown, he stopped in front of a building that looked like a gymnasium.
This gymnasium-like building has a bright gold-lettered signboard "Wudang Swordsman Dojo" outside.
Needless to say, Zhang Tong funded and built this karate-style fencing gym similar to Taekwondo.
"It's almost summer, and the weather changes are normal. The storm in Indonesia is more serious, and it is accompanied by a tsunami when it is a little bigger. No one can see the power of the world falling apart."
Wang Chao has seen too many violent storms. When he was in Nanyang, he often practiced boxing on the beach where the tsunami came. Wind and rain like this is downright drizzle.
"Okay, let's go into the dojo. Today those Chinese associations are going to bring elites here to meet up. They have already come, it seems that it is not good to keep them waiting for a long time." Xia Yujue mouth, pointing Various cars parked in the parking lot.
It turned out that Wang Chao had an appointment with the bosses of the group of Chinese associations yesterday, and today he brought all the elites to gather in this Wudang swordsmanship dojo. By the way, he let himself select members and discuss a series of things.
Wang Chao nodded and walked into the fencing dojo.
The entire fencing dojo is not very spacious, about 300 square meters, the floor is hardwood floor, rough polished and not smooth, but when you take off your shoes and go barefoot, you can clearly feel the wood texture on the soles of your feet and feel comfortable.
In the center of the dojo is a black and white picture of Tai Chi, and there is a wooden shelf on the wall next to it. On the shelf, there are pure steel swords with openings on both sides. It looks green at first glance, and there are fine ice cracks on it. Wang Chao is also an expert in swords. He can tell at a glance that these pure steel swords are extremely sharp and high-quality goods that kill people and let blood. They are definitely not the iron sheets used by ordinary martial arts gyms, let alone other Japanese kendo gyms. A bamboo sword used for training.
Taiji diagrams, weapons racks, and many sword moves hanging on the walls, as well as diagrams of human meridians and acupoints. The style of the entire fencing dojo is permeated with a very heavy atmosphere.
Outside is the metropolis of Paris, a foreign country. But once entering this swordsmanship hall, it seems to be in an ancient Chinese Taoist temple.
But at this time, Wang Chao didn't have time to appreciate these, because there are many people sitting cross-legged on the floor of this ashram.
There are no chairs in the dojo, you can only sit on the ground, the wooden floor is also very clean, everyone has to take off their shoes and socks when they come in. Wash your feet.
Most of the people present were the bosses of the club that Wang Chao met yesterday, and some of them were full of energy, sitting still and calm. Obviously, these are some "elite" characters who can fight and kill in the French Chinese community.
If any Chinese association wants to thrive abroad, it cannot be killed, and it is absolutely impossible to lack violence. And among a group of violent gangs, there is no one who can stand up to the scene, even the most capable fighter.
There are top thugs similar to the "double bonus red sticks" in Hongmen, in any club. This group of people may not be the boss or the leader of the society, but they are undoubtedly the most powerful and the most murderous.
"Mr. Wang, although you initiated this gathering, but today you made so many of us wait, it must be too much pomp."
Just as Wang Chao came in, a young man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands in his arms suddenly stood up.
The young man was holding a two-foot-long green cloth bundle in his arms, which was very wide and heavy. Apparently the brie bread is of the metal kind.
As soon as he stood up abruptly and cooperated with the conversation, Wang Chao felt an extremely strong aura pressing towards him!
"Oh?" Facing the young man who suddenly stood up and showed his power, Wang Chao uttered an indignant cry: "You have a knife in your arms? You can do it."
Wang Chao spoke directly and didn't ask any questions.
Although he is well-known and well-known, some of the people present today are all first-class gold medal fighters of the "Double Flower Red Stick". Most of them are still unconvinced when they are asked to form a group and listen to his arrangements.
No, as soon as Wang Chao came in, someone provoked him immediately.
Wang Chao also thinks this is normal. It is not normal to organize a group of crab-like characters walking sideways without provocation.
"Huaqing Gang, Xue Xue, you are more famous than me, but if you want me to obey you, you have to show your hand."
While talking, this young man from the Huaqing Gang shook his bag, revealing a knife in a leather case, and then pulled the leather case, whoosh! A broad knife in the style of killing pigs and deboning was already in his hand.
This knife is really a butcher's knife, it looks heavy and heavy. The sharp blade seems to be freshly ground.
"The Huaqing gang's knife skills are top-notch, and they are all made by chefs. They slaughter pigs and sheep, cattle and horses. You have a bit of kung fu. Come, let me see, do you have the kung fu of 'paoding the ox'? "
Wang Chao looked at it and said casually.
While he was speaking, the young man didn't answer. He grabbed the ground with his toes and moved forward. Every time he grabbed the ground, he was a foot away.
Wang Chao frowned, and he just pointed out a finger, and flicked it directly on the knife, hum! Just like Hong Zhong Dalu, this young man stood up as if the knife was drawn by an iron rod, it shook violently, the knife was unsteady, and fell to the ground.
Everyone present was shocked.
"With such efforts, I'm afraid it will be difficult to organize and fight against the GOD assassination group." Wang Chao's ears moved as he spoke. Ignoring the young man, he turned his eyes to the door.
Outside the eaves at the door, it was still pouring rain, but a person wearing a bamboo hat could be vaguely seen approaching.
The man in the bamboo hat walked from the rain to the eaves without dripping water. Without raising his head, everyone could see his face clearly.
"Who is he? Someone is guarding the gate, why did you let this person in?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, the big bosses of the Chinese gang who were sitting in the dojo, the gold medal fighters all cast their gazes over. A big guy asked.
"I'm here to kick the gym." The man in the hat still lowered his head, but let out a heart-washing voice. "In addition to kicking the hall, I also came to kill people today."
"It's raining well this time. After killing someone, I can just walk away without leaving a trace."