A trace of panic flashed in the man's eyes, and he said: "Are you really going to find the Dragon Lord?"
Wu Bei sneered: "This is my business, you just need to answer the questions!"
"Our leader is at the Jucai Guild Hall in Shicheng, and his name is Cheng Zhaotong."
Wu Bei: "Do you have his phone number?"
"Yes, yes."
"Call him." Wu Beihan said.
The man hesitated for a moment, but finally dialed Cheng Zhaotong's number. When the call was connected, a voice with a male duck voice came from the other side: "Is that kid a coward?"
The man glanced at Wu Bei, who took the phone and said, "Are you talking about me?"
The person opposite was silent for a moment and said, "Are you Wu Bei?"
Wu Bei: "It's me. Threatening my family. Did you give this order?"
"Friend Wu, we have conducted an investigation on you. You are a miracle doctor. To be honest, we would rather be friends with you, otherwise we would not use this method to force you to stay away from the Tang Sect."
Wu Bei's tone was cold, with a touch of contempt: "Do you think the Xiantian Grand Master can be threatened by trash like you?"
The man was silent for a moment and said: "It turns out that your Excellency is already a Grand Master. It seems that our information has been delayed."
Wu Bei: "Wash your neck, and I'll go get your head!"
By the time he finished speaking, he had hung up the phone.
In Shicheng, Jucai Guild Hall, a thin, short young man snorted heavily. He was sitting on a recliner, his body swaying back and forth, his expression solemn.
The information they obtained was from a month ago. Under normal circumstances, people would not change much within a month, but who would have thought that Wu Bei would directly advance from a divine master to an innate person?
He had a headache. As the branch president, he was only a master of the divine realm. If Wu Bei came to him, he really couldn't defeat him.
After hesitating for a moment, he picked up another phone and called.
He suddenly sat upright with a respectful expression: "Dragon Lord! The situation has changed, that person is the innate grand master..."
After reporting the situation, he added: "Dragon Lord, this person is likely to kill me...what? The left and right guardians are in Shicheng? Great! With two guardians here, this kid will definitely die!"
"Yes, yes! I understand!" Cheng Zhaotong said repeatedly, and then waited for a while before slowly putting down the phone.
A smile appeared on his face. His worries had been solved. The left and right guardians of the Golden Dragon Society happened to be working in Shicheng and would be there in a short while. If Wu Bei came here, he would have thrown himself into a trap and would be close to death.
!
The reason why he is confident is because the guardians on the left and right are two martial king-level masters, that is, human immortals! Human immortals, human immortals! The adaptability, speed, and strength are far beyond ordinary people. With them here, even if there are a hundred of them
He is not afraid of Wu Bei!
In Mingyang County, Wu Bei returned home, and Tang Bingyun and Luo Changsheng were waiting for him in the hospital.
"Wu Bei, is it solved?" Tang Bingyun asked when he saw Wu Bei approaching the door.
Wu Bei strode over, his whole body steaming with heat, and there was a layer of light mist on his skin, as if he had just taken a hot bath in the winter.
"Bingyun, Lao Luo, let's go to Shicheng to kill people!"
Tang Bingyun didn't ask, just nodded: "Okay."
Luo Changsheng smiled and said: "Killing, I like it."
He took the evil sword and took the sleeve arrows with him. Soon a helicopter hovered outside the courtyard, and the three of them jumped on the plane and flew to Shicheng.
The plane belongs to Tianlong, and Wu Bei, as the leader of the Blackstone team, has the right to call it at any time.
This is a military helicopter with a top speed of 400 kilometers per hour. It takes less than half an hour to get from Mingyang County to Shicheng!
Half an hour later, the three of them had appeared on the top floor of the Jucai Club. It was early in the morning, and the club was still busy and noisy.
On the floor of the guild hall, Cheng Zhaotong was waiting for the guardians to arrive. He thought that even if Wu Bei wanted to take revenge on him, he would have to wait until tomorrow. But he was wrong, Wu Bei was already here, and he came very quickly.
The door behind him was pushed open, and Cheng Zhaotong frowned: "How many times have I told you to knock on the door before you come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders sank, and then he felt an excruciating pain, as if he was being clamped by an iron vice. He screamed in pain: "Who are you?"
A face slowly turned in front of him, it was Wu Bei.
"Are you Wu Bei?" Cheng Zhaotong was extremely shocked. This man had only been on the phone for half an hour, but he actually came to his door.
Wu Bei didn't answer. He took out a handful of golden needles and pierced the opponent's body one by one. While pricking the needles, he said: "There is a way to amplify the pain a hundred times. You are very lucky. Immediately
You can experience its effects.”
Cheng Zhaotong's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and he said in a trembling voice: "Friend Wu, please don't get excited. There must have been a misunderstanding between us before."
Wu Bei took his left hand, which was stuck with dozens of needles and could not move, so he could only let it be manipulated.
"Your name is Cheng Zhaotong?"
"Yes, the villain is Cheng Zhaotong, the president of the K-province branch of the Golden Dragon Society."
"Tell me, what do you, the Golden Dragon Society, do?"
Cheng Zhaotong: "The Golden Dragon Society was jointly established by the seven major spiritual families. The purpose is to safeguard the interests of the seven major families. The work of the Golden Dragon Society is mainly assassinations and intelligence tasks, and the funds are provided by the seven major families."
Wu Bei: "Why did Jinlong deal with me?"
Cheng Zhaotong smiled bitterly: "I don't know about this matter. I was just following orders."
"Crack!"
Wu Bei broke one of his fingers directly. Cheng Zhaotong opened his mouth wide in pain and his facial features were distorted. It took him a long time to let out a shrill cry. The fingers were connected to the heart, and the pain of breaking was unbearable. Such pain would be even more severe if it were magnified a hundred times.
The horror is beyond human endurance.
It took several minutes for Cheng Zhaotong to regain his composure. He was covered in cold sweat. Due to the high degree of tension, a large number of capillaries under the skin burst, making his whole body look red.
Wu Bei said calmly: "Let me ask you again, who instigated Jinlong to deal with me?"
Cheng Zhaotong actually cried and said: "I don't know, but I guess that this matter may be related to Tang Tianji of Tang Sect, because he and our Dragon Lord are sworn brothers."
"Tang Tianji?" Wu Bei stared at him and said, "Call your Dragon Lord."
Cheng Zhaotong said quickly: "I don't have the qualifications. It's always the Dragon Lord who calls us."
"Find a way." Wu Bei said coldly, staring at his other hand.
Cheng Zhaotong trembled and said: "There is a way! If there is an emergency, I can find a way to contact the above." Then he told how to use it.
Wu Bei took out a bell-like object from the drawer and pressed it. The object flashed a few times and then stopped moving.
Half a minute later, the phone rang. Wu Bei picked up the receiver, and an angry voice came from the other side: "What's the matter?"