Taking advantage of the bustling traffic in front of the government office, Wuming and Cheng Huaibao mingled in the convoy and waited for Dragon King Chen Cheng to appear and die.

Cheng Huaibao touched the deadly thing on his chest, looked at Wuming's face without any expression, and couldn't help but say, "Mu Tou, are you nervous?"

Wuming said lightly: "Nervous."

Cheng Huaibao was stunned for a moment before saying, "Why can't I see even a little nervousness from your face?"

Wuming smiled slightly, and said with a very strange look: "Who stipulates that nervousness must be written on his face?"

Cheng Huaibao shook his head and said, "Mu Tou, I really don't understand you now. Are you stupid? If you can come up with such a brilliant plan, those guys thought that all the plans were all I thought of. But if you are enlightened, why are you still the same as you are so sarcastic all day long?"

Wuming was silent, and his eyes were filled with confusion. In fact, he himself was no longer understanding himself. As he understood more and more about the world, he was also becoming more and more confused. Recently, he often asked himself in his heart: "The world has its own goals, either fame or profit, or peace of mind, but what about me? What is my goal?"

He didn't find the answer, but his thoughts became even more confused.

Shaking his head, Wuming seemed to shake all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his eyes were clear when he looked at Cheng Huaibao, as if he was talking to himself and saying to Cheng Huaibao: "Since a person lives in the world, there will always be the meaning and value of his existence. One day I will find the meaning and value that belongs to me."

Cheng Huaibao looked at Wuming in confusion. After hearing Wuming's philosophical words, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. Has he found the meaning and value of his existence in this world? Is fighting for power in the world his goal? He doesn't know.

Then Cheng Huaibao spat and said to himself: "What's wrong with me? Why are you going crazy with the wood? What is the occasion now? The key to victory or defeat is this, and I still want these things?" In this way, he no longer felt nervous.

Suddenly, black smoke rose from the southeast of the city, and a hustle and bustle sound came from there.

Cheng Huaibao was excited and said excitedly: "It seems that Lao Ji, Lao Long and the others have taken action."

Wuming didn't even look at the thick smoke in the distance. He took out something from his arms slowly and broke it up twice. It was a delicate folding crossbow, and he placed a foot-long pure steel short arrow on the crossbow.

Seeing this, Cheng Huaibao hurriedly took out the short crossbow in his arms, put a short arrow in his hand, and compared it in his hand. He couldn't stop talking about his mouth, "Old Ji has a lot of good things. Just say this little thing, if you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would have thought that the arrow from this little thing could shoot through an inch thick door panel. I'm not sure that I can avoid this thing within a distance of one meter. Can you do wood?"

Wuming just shook his head and didn't answer.

The government office suddenly became busy and Wuming and Cheng Huaibao looked at each other, knowing that the scene between them was about to begin.

As expected by both of them, Chen Cheng's tall and mighty figure rushed out from the gate of the government office, and more than 20 confidants of his masters surrounded him from beginning to end.

Seeing this formation from afar, Cheng Huaibao couldn't help but curse: "His grandma, this turtle is really a fearful person."

Wuming said slowly: "Didn't we have already calculated this situation? Why bother?"

Cheng Huaibao spat and said, "It's always a lot of trouble and the danger increases a lot. Remember to run faster for the wood a while. Saving your life is the most important thing. Even if all the lives of the Qinglong Gang are combined, it won't be as precious as a hair on your body."

Hearing Cheng Huaibao's exaggerated concern, Wuming patted him on his shoulders and said four simple words: "Be careful too." He followed the agreed plan in advance and sneaked to the side of the road alone.

Seeing Chen Cheng getting closer, Wuming's eyes narrowed and his crossbow stretched out from the darkness.

However, at this moment, Chen Cheng seemed to sense something. With a loud shout, his huge body, galloping rapidly, suddenly stood still like a nail. Two rays of light shot out from his two giant eyes, staring at Wuming two feet away, hiding beside a carriage next to the road.

Wuming really had no experience in assassination. Before he could do anything, the murderous thoughts in his heart had already arose. A master of this level, like Chen Cheng, was the most sensitive to murderous aura, so he naturally discovered it in advance.

Wuming knew that he had been exposed, so he did not panic and raised his hand to shoot out the short arrow from the short crossbow.

The short arrow struck a silver light that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and it hit Chen Cheng's chest like lightning.

Chen Cheng's eyes flashed again, but he didn't dodge. He could hardly see any movements he had made. His two big hands, like palm-leaf fan, were already folded in front of his chest.

The six or seven masters in front of Chen Cheng reacted quickly. Almost the moment the short arrow was shot out, he had already unfolded his body skills and attacked Wuming at the same time.

The nameless short arrow shot out, and the figure flashed, and it had jumped more than two feet away. The two swords and four swords that were attacked fell to nothing at the same time.

The distance was two feet away, and Chen Cheng was prepared in advance, so the short arrows naturally could not hurt him. Chen Cheng shouted loudly: "Scatter and surround him, you must catch him!" After shouting, he jumped up and chased Wuming. More than ten confidants beside him immediately jumped onto the roofs of both sides of the street, like a large scattered net, scattering towards Wuming.

Wuming did not love the battle. His father's death taught him a truth. His mind is much more important than martial arts. Impulse can only make bad things. Although his heart is full of the impulse to pounce on and tear Chen Cheng apart, his reason makes him resolutely implement his pre-plan and run south along the streets and alleys.

The streets were filled with residents who were panicking and avoiding, and Hanzhong Mansion seemed to be in chaos at this moment.

Wuming ran a few steps on the street. In order to avoid the panicked pedestrians, his body movements were much slower. Chen Cheng and others behind him waved their palms without hesitation to knock everyone in front of him away. God knows that there are a few people who can withstand the blow from his huge palm.

Seeing this situation, Wuming's kind face flashed through his mind, and sighed in his heart. He exerted force with a fierce force, and he jumped to a roof on the side of the road. He jumped twice and fell into the street in the distance.

How could the Qinglong Gang chase and intercept the person who was intercepted by him?

Chen Cheng shouted "Damn it." He was furious and no longer had time to care about how many people could keep up. He used his light skills with all his strength and tied behind Wuming.
Chapter completed!