5 Retreating to Advance The reappearance of the plague lit up a guiding light for me among countless fragments. When I first arrived at Xunfu Garden, it was his appearance that made me notice the special nature of the lotus key.
And before he died, he showed the two lotus flower tattoos on his arms, which seemed to deliberately wake me up.
"Could it be that the plague knew that Shi Dao had leaked his secrets and deliberately killed people to silence him?" This inference is barely tenable, otherwise how can we explain why Shi Dao jumped into the sea after all?
"Can you send someone to check under the cliff? Or was he not buried in the sea?" I still hold on to a glimmer of hope.
The elephant monk touched his livid chin and shook his head without hesitation: "Impossible, there are reefs like jagged teeth under the cliff. Once a person falls down, his body will definitely be penetrated and then eaten clean by sharks offshore.
, not even the bones are left. I think there’s no need to waste your efforts.”
I think his tone of voice is getting weirder and weirder, and his words seem to be very fluent. Could it be that he has deliberately improved his ability to deal with people after he took on the position of quasi-host?
There is a detail that I have never noticed before. The fingers of the elephant monk are unusually long and smooth, with a very feminine tendency. When Master Xianyun and Zhang Baisen broke into the Fengge Temple, the four monks, the dragon, the elephant, the lion, and the tiger
In addition, Master Shenbi has fought against me. I feel that he must be practicing strong and domineering foreign hard skills. How could he maintain his fingers to such an extent?
Seeing that I was silent, Monk Xiang coughed a few times in embarrassment and bent down to ask for instructions: "Mr. Feng, if you don't have any other instructions, should I leave first?"
I nodded, and he hurriedly walked along the long alley towards the marrow washing hall.
Xiao Kereng suddenly came out and stood beside me, observing the steps of the elephant monk as he left, and asked in confusion: "Mr. Feng, did you also realize something? Although the elephant monk was walking,
He has been deliberately controlling his body movements, but he can still show the characteristics of a top light kung fu master. Whether he is lifting his feet or falling down, he is as light as a civet cat catching mice - I know the martial arts of Feng Keji Temple.
It is a powerful and wild way. Every disciple must first develop solid footwork skills at the beginning of his career. The research on Qing Gong is not even "mediocre". Why is it that only Xiang Monk's Qing Gong is
The basics are so good?"
I nodded and expressed my appreciation for Xiao Kereng's carefulness.
Xiang Monk is the number one master below Master Shenbi. If Fengkeo Temple wants to choose a new host, it must be him. I hope that I and Xiao Kereng are just too suspicious, otherwise Fengkeo Temple will have no one who can take on the role.
Already.
Zhang Baisen had gone back to the courtyard a long time ago. After the repeated blows, his mood became very low. There were few helpers at first, and the Shao brothers were lost one after another. For a while, I was fighting alone again.
After returning to the small courtyard, Tycoon and Guan Baoling were still standing in the courtyard holding hands. It seemed that once they were together, they completely forgot about their fatigue and were always in high spirits.
As soon as I stepped into the courtyard gate, I felt the gloomy clouds hanging in the air, blocking most of the bright sunshine, and my mood immediately became gloomy.
"Mr. Ye, I want to discuss a few things with you straight to the point. Do you have time?" I walked up to the tycoon and deliberately controlled my eyes to prevent Guan Baoling from entering my sight. However, the fragrance of her body floated in the wind.
Entering my nose, there is no escape.
The tycoon patted the back of Guan Baoling's hand easily, and she withdrew her palm knowingly, turned around and walked back to the room. This action can only be done by a man and a woman who rub elbows with each other every day and are so familiar with each other that they have a tacit understanding. At least, between me and her
We haven't gotten close to this level yet.
"Let's talk." The tycoon subconsciously raised his chin, as if he was ready to listen to the work reports from his subordinates.
I secretly sneered in my heart, but kept a calm expression on my face: "Mr. Ye, I have been entrusted by Mr. Sun Long to take full charge of the daily affairs of the Japanese branch of the Sharpshooter Club. Now, we have all been notified to temporarily provide you with
Serve, so I hope we can unite sincerely and do everything well in the next step."
In terms of wording and tone, I always use the title "you" instead of "you". Since we are not under the tycoon's command, our status in the world is equal, and there is no need to belittle oneself. From another aspect, he commandeered Wang Jiangnan
, Hawke and others will only continue to be besieged by powerful enemies. Not only will they not be able to escape the predicament, they will also mess up the fruits of victory that were already within easy reach.
The tycoon nodded his chin proudly: "Go on!" He hadn't slept all night, and there was already gray stubble on his chin. Although his expression did not show excessive fatigue, I could tell that he was just struggling to hold on.
.
Three years ago, when he first appeared on the Forbes list of the richest people in the United States, his published age was fifty-one. As of today, everyone calls him an "old-timer" in public. Twenty-first Century
In the ever-changing landscape of the world, once the word "old" is attached to it, it is about to be ruthlessly abandoned by the rolling wheels of the times.
Suddenly, my hostility towards him was mixed with an inexplicable feeling of pity.
An old man who is no longer young will die step by step no matter how unwilling he is. Also, he has been cruelly cursed by "black magic". As a gangster man, what does "ed" represent? That is male
With a total loss of dignity, what's the use of having hundreds of beautiful girls?
I thought the expression on my face at this moment must be extremely complicated and weird, which made the tycoon widen his eyes suspiciously and stare at me fiercely. When I looked down at the top of his head, I saw that the hair on the top of his head was very sparse.
The new hair roots are all silvery white.
"He is old, or as most martial arts veterans say, when a person's martial arts status reaches its peak, aging will follow, until it drags him into the trough of decline and death." I suddenly remembered.
In the Egyptian desert, the scalpel finally decided to die, unwilling to be controlled by the shadow of the phantom demon, and finally gave up his life.
Scalpel's life is a clear process of struggle, rise, prosperity, decline, and death, which can be used as a reference for future generations to explore the world.
"Feng, go on, don't play riddles." The tycoon laughed loudly.
"Mr. Ye, I would like to ask you to provide a batch of elite munitions to equip Xunfu Park into a temporary fortress. At least until the extortion case is over, I hope to ensure everyone's safety." I changed my tone because I had woken up -
——It would be such a cruel and boring thing to have an imaginary enemy who is approaching an aging tycoon. His death date can be clearly calculated, but I am prospering and my future is bright and brilliant.
He realized the change in my attitude and raised his eyebrows: "Is it that serious?"
I nodded in response: "It's more serious than imagined. Shao Bai's death was probably caused by the 'Reborn' organization under the Qinglong Society."
The tycoon concealed his shock with a smile, clapped his hands gently, and said "oh" noncommittally. He turned around and looked at the door where Guan Baoling had just walked in. He seemed to have made up his mind and whispered a phone number.
"Call on the phone. You can call the other party 'Blue Albatross'. Just say whatever you want." His tone began to become less relaxed.
I obediently took out the phone and dialed the number. The other party picked up the phone almost immediately but remained silent.
"Blue Albatross?"
"Yes." The other person was a middle-aged man with a Scottish accent.
"I need to equip a two-story villa with about 700 square meters of arms and surveillance equipment. The firing intensity is based on the intensity of combat against ground light armored vehicles and combat helicopters, and the circular defense radius is two kilometers. Please provide a special anti-terrorism layout expert and deliver it within ten hours.
Xunfuen Villa at the foot of Mokuwanzhou Mountain in Hokkaido." I quickly put forward my request to the microphone. These measures are mainly used to fight against the forces of the black and white.
There was no response and the other party hung up the phone.
"Feng, if it's just to deal with a blackmail case, it seems like there's no need to mobilize so many troops, right?" The tycoon showed a little uneasiness.
I laughed. He dared to go into danger alone. I don’t know how many people have been arranged behind the scenes to support him. It’s just not convenient to make it public. As for the people who made the call to publicly recruit the Sharpshooter Club, they were trying to create suspicion and hide it in the dark.
The blackmailers saw this. This strategy of "building plank roads in the open and crossing Chencang secretly" is a common trick used by the gangsters.
"I know it's not necessary - but then again, when you are conducting frequent global business activities, you won't just buy one insurance, right? Miss Guan has disappeared twice, and no one wants to see her encounter a third time.
Dangerous, isn't it?" I emphasized the word "missing" in my tone. He is a sensible person and will definitely understand my subtext.
During the days in the glass box, Guan Baoling belonged to me and had nothing to do with the tycoon. At that time, we were just a pair of ordinary men and women in dire straits. As for each other's identities, she was neither a shining queen nor a superstar, and I was not a big star.
The invincible warrior known as the Egyptian Desert.
"Haha, thank you." The tycoon smiled lightly and ignored my words.
Ten hours is not too long, and I believe that the work of American anti-terrorism experts will definitely satisfy people. What I need to do is to stay here without any worries until things take a new turn.
The cold was getting worse all the time. The tycoon was wearing much thinner clothes than me, and his face had changed a bit due to the cold.
The snow dripping under the eaves gradually condensed into ice ridges. The outdoor temperature should have reached minus five degrees Celsius or even lower. Even the square tiles under our feet had thin ice flowers.
In fact, we can go into the room at the same time. The radiators provided by the temple for the guest rooms are pretty good. There is no need to freeze outside. But if the tycoon doesn't make a suggestion, I won't take the initiative to speak. Judging from my abundant internal strength, even if I freeze
You can work for more than ten hours without any harm.
Xiao Kereng had entered the room long ago and believed that she and Zhang Baisen should be able to communicate more.
"Feng, I have always admired you. Recently I read the information about you collected by Helen and Handcuffs, and I have a deeper understanding of you. When Scalpel was alive, he repeatedly praised your mind, martial arts, and wisdom.
I understand that he hopes that we can have the possibility of cooperation. Now, this is such an opportunity. What I lack most is young people like you with pioneering thinking, who can be independent and find new ways."
I smiled and responded politely to his appreciation, but I was thinking over and over again about the strange behavior of the elephant monk. Until the truth is revealed, everyone around me is worthy of suspicion, especially the elephant monk who behaved very differently.