The atmosphere suddenly became dull, and there was only the sound of the eight-faced Buddha holding his bones and instigating his bones.

Qiao Zhenhong took a puff of cigarette, reached out to turn the gun on the table, and the muzzle was towards Wang Lang, and then took out a gun from the back, which was still facing Wang Lang.

Meng Crook smiled, shook his wrists, stepped back her sleeves, and picked up a cup of tea, "Brother, you and my brother have known each other for more than ten years, and have been fighting openly and secretly for more than ten years. Shouldn't it be time to stop now? There is no need for you and my brother to get through money? Do you think so? Besides, you don't have to pay anything in this business. Just wait for the money to be collected."

Wang Lang picked up a cup of tea and rinsed his mouth, "Meng Clepton, as a person, no matter whether he is good or bad, he must have some bottom line and some principles."

Meng Crook put down the teacup and leaned on his crutch with his hands, "Brother, my brother knows what you mean, but in your eyes, is the so-called national justice really that important? Brother, do you do so much of this land? I have read the news. Some time ago, you were wanted, and the whole people are arresting you. Brother, the national guardians are regarded as criminals who share the same hatred of the nation. I feel bad. Why do you still need this? Money, money is the king of this world. Those who say that money cannot buy all these words are all paupers."

"Stop, Meng Cuzi, you are a person born on this land at least. It would be fine if you don't make contributions. Is it a bit too much to treat the disaster?" Wang Lang crossed his legs.

Meng Crook laughed, "Brother, today, this is the world. People on the land under our feet live the most comfortable and the best place to make money. Why not make money? Yes, I was born on this land, but all I have given me is pain. I was born without a mother. My father was just an addict. I was a gangster at the age of ten, I became a follower for the black boss at the age of fourteen, and the boss who killed me became the youngest boss in Guinan Province at the age of eighteen. In order to escape the investigation and smuggle abroad at the age of eighteen, I cleared all the surrounding forces at the age of twenty-four, and I became a famous poisonous rice. Brother, my brother knows that it is not easy for you, and I live more tiring than my brother. Now we have come to this position. Why not make money with resources? You and my brother join forces, and there are no one in the world who dares to touch us. Why not do it?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, put one foot on the table, and shook the chair, "Meng Crook, I won't argue with you, there's nothing to do with you."

Meng Crooker's face was gloomy and stared at Wang Lang straight at him, "Brother, what do you mean is to break up with me with my brother?"

Wang Lang yawned, "It would not be an exaggeration to understand this."

"Okay! Brother, after you die, my brother will erect a monument for you with four words written on it, National Guardian!" Meng Crouched his hands.

"Come!" Meng Crooker shouted.

The eight-faced Buddha picked up the rolled straw mat and shook a gun in his hand, and shot him into the sky.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound of fierce firefighting outside. The sound was very close, just outside the yard.

Meng Crook's expression changed, staring at the Eight-Faced Buddha, with a curved look on the corner of his lips, "I'll tell you how the Eight-Faced Buddha came from today. It turned out that the two of you joined forces, haha! You two, you want to do me on my territory, aren't you a little too arrogant?"

Wang Lang remained silent.

Meng Cuzi suddenly overturned the table, turned around and ran away with a crutch, Qiao Zhenhong next to him picked up his gun and fired.

Wang Lang shook and dodged the bullets. After two shots from the eight-faced Buddha, he hid behind the table and stopped the gunshots outside.

"How many people have you brought?" Wang Lang turned around and asked.

"It is difficult to bring people through the border. Only one hundred people are brought, but don't worry, these hundred people are fully armed and are all combat elites. Today I will definitely kill Meng Clee." The Eight-faced Buddha said.

Wang Lang looked up at the roof and said, "Move it, don't hit it."

The Eight-faced Buddha didn't understand what it meant. With a thud, the roof broke and a body fell from the sky.

Bang!

The Eight-faced Buddha shot in a hurry.

With a clang, the bullet was forcibly changed its trajectory to the other side.

There was a man standing between Wang Lang and the Eight-faced Buddha. His sideburns had no hair, his hair was red on his head and his slanted bangs were very handsome, but he seemed to be in the ascetic style. He was carrying a nunchakus in his hand, a leather jacket on his upper body, loose red pants on his lower body, and leather boots on his feet.

The man stared at the Eight-Faced Buddha and held up the three nunchakus in his hand. The Eight-Faced Buddha's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and did not dare to fire the second shot because he had a strong feeling that he would be cold here before the second shot was shot.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "Third brother, stop making trouble."

The man turned around and grinned, "Second brother."

As he spoke, the man took a knife from his back and placed it next to Wang Lang. "Second brother, my master's wife asked me to bring your knife."

Wang Lang sat up and reached out to touch the long sword. It was so heavy that most people could not pick it up. The scabbard was pitch black and a golden dragon wrapped around it. The knife was one meter two long. When he pulled out the long sword, the blade was also pitch black. A black dragon appeared and faintly appeared on the back of the knife, and there were two words on the handle.

The dragon!

The sword of the Black Dragon King of Longmen.

Wang Lang reached out to touch him gently, murmured, "It's been more than ten years, old guy."

"Second brother, the master's wife said you should practice swords." The man said.

Wang Lang looked up at the person who came.

Among the seven dragon kings of the Dragon Gate, the third one is the Red Dragon King Li Yan.

The Lord of Chilong Hall in Guinan Province.

Slowly put the knife into the sheath, Wang Lang held the knife in his hand, "When will there be a Boss Qiao in Guinan Province?"

Li Yan hooked his feet to a chair, "A real estate man later tasted the benefits of being in trouble, and he was out of control and embarked on this road."

Wang Lang took out his ears and carried the knife to walk out.

Li Yan followed Wang Lang, "Second brother, don't move, I should do this on my territory."

The three nunchakus in his hand shook and stretched straight, like a stick, Li Yan rushed towards the chaotic crowd.

The people in the yard were basically lying on the wall and shooting outside. Meng Crooked and Qiao Zhenhong disappeared, and I don’t know where to go.

Wang Lang stood at the door and the Eight-faced Buddha walked over, "Dragon King, you should have a considerable force in the mainland."

"Ask what should be asked, don't ask what should not be asked. Wouldn't you go to take revenge?" Wang Lang turned his head, his lips slightly raised.

The Eight-faced Buddha was silent for a moment, and left with a gun in his arms.

Wang Lang sat on the threshold, lit a cigarette, and the bullet slid past next to him. Wang Lang smoked the cigarette motionlessly, leaning against the dragon sword in his arms.

The people lying on the yard wall gradually began to retreat to the backyard. Someone saw Wang Lang, but they didn't care and just ran.

Wang Lang was smoking a cigarette, as if waiting for something.

When the cigarette is finished.

Someone fell from the sky.

Wang Lang drew his sword.
Chapter completed!