Lao Yang and the others' original plan was for Gang Leader Yang himself to go in and find out what was going on, to see if this was just a simple fraud den or if there was a big devil in charge. After they figured out the situation, they would decide what to do next.

After all, there are old people who cannot be touched inside and outside.

Mr. Yu personally helped with the deliberation and considered almost all risk points and countermeasures, but none of them was "Lao Yang's secret was exposed before he succeeded".

Gang Leader Yang is an old man who is the opposite of "a smooth talker but a weak performer". If he is also unreliable, are there any reliable people in this huge martial arts world?

If Mr. Zhou were twenty years younger, Lao Yang would definitely hold back and keep quiet, and go in looking for opportunities to make money again.

But Lao Zhou is over seventy, and even his flesh, bones, and soul have degenerated into reed sticks with sparse vitality. A man in his seventies is like a pile of reed sticks. If no one touches him, he will be without wind.

Shake it automatically and cannot stand the wait.

The coldness in Xu Shaowen's eyes did not fade away: "Grandpa Yang, what can I do for you?"

While they were talking, three or four people in white robes rushed up and grabbed Lao Zhou half-forcefully. Lao Zhou didn't know whether he broke his butt squat just now or was frightened. His legs seemed to be unable to control and his feet were hanging down.

On the ground, let people drag it.

Lao Yang seemed to stretch his neck with great difficulty, held down the crutches, and took a few steps forward, pretending to be surprised: "Isn't this... Lao Zhou? He lives downstairs in our house, what happened to him? What is this?

"

Xu Shaowen squinted his eyes: "It's so dark that you can see clearly. Grandpa, you have good eyesight."

"What?" Lao Yang seemed to have poor ears and tilted his head towards Xu Shaowen. Then he did not answer his words and only said to his old friends who got off the same car with a confused look, "Old Zhou

He was a good man. He suddenly disappeared a few days ago. My family went crazy and even called the police. Who knew he was here! Why didn't you call home? Hey, Xiao Xu, please let someone put him down quickly.

, I think I’ll send you to the hospital!”

Xu Shaowen's eyes twitched - these old guys are very easy to be obsessed with things. It's easy to trick them into withdrawing money and paying them to board a pirate ship, but impulse can't last long. On the first night after arriving at the base, they are most likely to regret and most likely to regret it.

It’s easy to get people’s hearts wandering. It takes a lot of well-thought-out rhetoric to coax them.

Who would have thought that before the sweet words could be put to use, such an accident would happen. The old people who had just got off the car looked at each other hesitantly, and whispers broke out everywhere.

"what happened?"

"Why do I feel so weird and scared?"

"Actually, I didn't tell my family...well, let's make a phone call. Hmm...why is there no signal?"

"I don't have a signal on my cell phone either..."

Xu Shaowen said patiently: "It may be that the nearby base station is undergoing maintenance. The signal has not been good these two days. Don't worry."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Lao Yang shouting from the side: "Lao Zhou!"

Mr. Zhou, who was about to be taken away, heard the sound and turned around with difficulty. When he saw an acquaintance, Mr. Zhou's three souls and seven souls were frightened and immediately returned to their places and struggled: "Help! Don't drink their water.

, they are laying inside..."

Xu Shaowen: "..."

Immortal!

A man next to Lao Zhou quickly grabbed his front and pressed his chest and neck a few times. Lao Zhou was like an old turtle whose neck was stretched out, stiffly holding his neck and making no sound.

.

He was dragged back to the small building.

Gang Leader Yang's pupils shrank and he quickly grasped the head of his crutch.

Xu Shaowen: "This uncle has been abused by his children, and his mental state is really not very good. He said a few words at the afternoon confession meeting. Maybe our counseling work was not done well, and he was a little confused at night..."

"No!" Lao Yang raised his voice and interrupted him again, "I know all of Lao Zhou's children. They are all good children and they did not abuse him."

Xu Shaowen's eyes were like poisonous snakes, looking over dangerously: "Grandpa Zhou said it himself."

Lao Yang knew that he could no longer be kind today, so he simply stopped pretending to be crazy and said one word at a time: "It is against the law to abuse the elderly. Have you called the police?"

"Xiao Xu," at this time, an old lady who had just got off the car was the first to speak, "I'm afraid that my daughter won't be able to find me in a hurry. Otherwise, I won't participate this time and wait until the next organization.

Activities, you call me again."

"Xiao Xu, I too..."

"The fare can be deducted."

"I also want to quit. Which of you wants to continue participating?"

The old people wearing little red riding hoods fell silent for a moment, and no one spoke.

Xu Shaowen thought that the driver was right. Their base used to cultivate loyal backbones, and the "threshold" was very high. Only those who were brought back were loyal believers who had developed well outside and were qualified to receive thorough training.

Focus on brainwashing and go back to help them develop offline.

Now, in order to catch up on tasks and make quick money, they get back all the stupid ones. The risk is quite high, because once someone asks for a refund, the situation can easily get out of control. It is impossible to put them back. Old age

People are stingy, and if they think they have been defrauded of money, they will not give up. As long as they leave the base, the police may be called immediately.

He said: "Before coming here, I asked everyone to sign a contract. It states that even if you quit midway, there will be no refunds. Didn't everyone read it carefully?"

When the "Old Red Riding Hoods" heard this, they immediately exploded. Some old comrades were usually good at making noises and rolling around. After hearing such unreasonable words, they rolled up their sleeves and showed off their various martial arts skills.

"So, please feel free to enjoy it." Xu Shaowen smiled coldly, and as soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people in white robes appeared around him and drove them together.

Surrounded, "Don't worry, we will send you all home safely in ten days."

Han Dongsheng put down the telescope: "For some reason, Gang Leader Yang and the others had a conflict with these cult members as soon as they got out of the car, and now they are surrounded. Mr. Xiao Yu, what should I do?"

Yu Lanchuan replied briefly: "Wait."

But Han Dongsheng didn't intend to wait any longer. Sometimes he felt that he was used to listening to others give orders, and he became a cowardly man who had no idea and no master, and would only wait helplessly.

Waiting for a salary increase, looking forward to bonuses, looking forward to being an office director before retiring...even if it's a deputy.

Sometimes I dream about the company allocating welfare housing to employees as it did before.

These so-called "dreams" are so tacky and worthless that young people will sneer at them.

But it is actually very far away, leaving the wasted and troubled middle-aged people scratching their heads and unable to figure out how to realize them.

Han Dongsheng zipped up his coat, picked up a stick from the trunk, and got out of the car.

Lao Yang put his crutch across his chest: "Xiao Xu, if you are unreasonable, we won't be polite."

Xu Shaowen turned his head half-way, with a sarcastic look on his face, intending to see how rude these old people who could enter the history museum were, but before he could see clearly, the shadow of a stick flashed in front of his eyes, and the word "split" for a dog-beating stick appeared.

When the head fell, the hardwood crutch brought up a fierce sound of wind. Xu Shaowen was startled and hurriedly dodged sideways with his head in his hands. The crutch did not make him any worse. It turned into a "poke" in the middle and struck Xu Shaowen twice.

The empty door between his arms stabbed him in the stomach.

Xu Shaowen retched and took seven or eight steps back. He was supported by someone with all kinds of hands and feet, and his eyes widened: "Dog-beating stick! You...who are you?"

Lao Yang's face tightened, and only a thin line remained on his lips that had been drained by time. They were pressed tightly together. His straight waist had a vague air of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. He said slowly: "Young man,

You surnamed Xu are a bit too arrogant."

It is said that the great demon Xu Zhao had countless disciples. In order to show that they were his filial sons and grandsons, all of his disciples took the surname "Xu".

Xu Shaowen angrily yelled: "You meddling old man!"

Several people in white robes rushed forward. Old Yang's arms swayed, and the crutch weighing five or six pounds was as flexible as a vine - the Beggar Gang was originally a gang that was good at fighting in groups and being beaten by groups. The word "tangle" in his old man's name

The trick can make ten vicious dogs howl and keep them from getting close.

The old red hats behind Lao Yang saw the ninety-year-old man fighting for the first time. They all stretched their necks, feeling that they could fight for another five hundred years.

At this moment, red and blue lights suddenly flashed in the direction of the front yard, followed by sirens!

The whole courtyard suddenly seemed to explode, and the cult members in white robes rushed towards the backyard en masse.

Lao Yang took off a piece of his white robe, propped himself on the ground with his crutches, and gasped for air. He did not dare to step forward to stop the crowd - he was old after all, and it was okay to use his skill to show off a few moves with young people who knew how to respect the elderly and love the young.

, waving old arms and legs to really fight is still too strenuous.

An old lady wearing a red hat stood on tiptoe and grabbed him: "You are so inspiring. Do you want to start a Qigong class? I will be the first to sign up!"

Lao Yang: "..."

The fleeing cult members rushed into the backyard, and the leading ones got into the cars parked in the backyard. For a moment, no one could care about the other, and they rushed out without even closing the car door.

The engine roared violently, and the cultists who drove away didn't care whether they would hit anyone or not.

Suddenly, several black shadows fell from the shadows of the trees on the wall and jumped into the middle of the small courtyard. They quickly threw out a few old people who were standing there unaware of hiding from the car and pushed them to a safe place under the tree in the corner.

"Gang Leader Yang!"

The Beggar Clan disciples have arrived.

Lao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his waist was about to twist: "Don't let them run away!"

"You can't run away!" A Beggar Clan disciple turned around and smiled at him, "We threw the alarm in the front yard, and the police are behind us!"

Lao Yang was stunned for a moment, only to hear the sharp sound of brakes coming from behind him again.

The cult members who had just rushed out of the backyard were so panicked that they almost stepped on the accelerator. Unexpectedly, someone was so wicked. They placed long nails specially designed to puncture car tires on the road. Buses and minibuses were leaking air as if they were farting.

Crash into a ball.

Then, the lights came on, and the evil cult members discovered that behind the nail belt was a row of police cars, lying quietly in the night, waiting.
To be continued...