Qiao Ba finally put down the book he was so fond of putting down, flipped a Buddhist bead with his right hand, and said softly: "It seems that Lin Ze wants to hold Scar to the throne."
"Higher position?" Li Si frowned slightly and asked in confusion. "Isn't he already in high position?"
After saying this, Li Si was shocked, and immediately found it funny.
Superior?
Take the leading position?
By the scar?
His three consecutive question words fully expressed his contempt for this question. Although Dao Scar has some foundation, he can be considered steady, but sitting in Jin Yuan's position is almost his limit in ten years. If he wants to make further progress,
I'm afraid it will take a long time to accumulate.
But judging from Master Ba’s tone, could it be that Lin Ze wanted to hold Scar and take the leading position in the North District?
Thinking of this, Li Si almost burst into laughter.
Letting Scar take the leading position in the North District means that he will soon be on an equal footing with Master Ba. But, who is Scar? Who is Master Ba?
In Li Si's view, Scar stood in front of Master Ba, just like a child who hadn't learned to walk yet. Even if Scar was thrown a chair, he wouldn't be able to climb up. If he climbed up, he wouldn't know how to sit down.
"It's not a good thing to force a young child to grow," Qiao Ba said slowly. "But if Lin Ze takes care of it carefully enough, Scar may not be able to accomplish great things."
Li Si lamented that in recent years, Ba Ye had indeed cultivated a Buddhist heart and a refined aura. However, it seemed that he had also lost his courage along the way.
A hint of disapproval at the corner of his eyebrows failed to escape Qiao Ba's notice. He moved another Buddhist bead and said in a leisurely voice: "Li Si, how many years have you been with me?"
Li Si was slightly stunned. He didn't understand why the Eighth Master suddenly brought the topic to him. He hurriedly said respectfully: "It's been fifteen years, the Eighth Master."
"Fifteen years -" Qiao Ba said meaningfully. "You have grown up, and you have also stopped moving forward. By now, you have begun to regress."
Li Si panicked, lowered his head quickly, and said with a guilty conscience: "Please give me some advice."
"Think about it for yourself." Qiao said calmly. "There are fewer and fewer old friends around me, and now you are the only one left. You are gradually unable to sit in the position of staff, and I have acquiesced that you should be a simple
A counselor who gives advice must never fail to withstand the test again. I hope you stay, but I don’t want another useless person around me.”
Li Sicheng agreed with fear, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Go down and let the chess pieces from the North District mix with the three forces and cause some trouble for Lin Ze. Lest he think that I, Qiao Ba, am eight years old and comatose and can't see things clearly." Qiao Ba waved his sleeves and motioned for Li Si to step back.
The only person left in the study was Qiao Ba, who was sitting alone at his desk, with his eyebrows closed and his eyes closed, as if in deep thought.
After a long time, he slowly opened his bottomless eyes and murmured to himself: "Lin Ze, Lin Ze, are you finally willing to reveal your strategies that amaze me more than just force? But why three years?
Why would you be so reckless and reckless before? Don't use growth to deal with me. Three years will never allow you to undergo a qualitative transformation. So, when will you be willing to give me an answer?"
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On the hillside, the wind blew violently.
It messes up people's hair and blurs their eyes.
There were nearly 400 people on both sides. Except for a gap of about three meters in the middle, more than 400 people filled the hillside. The dark crowds and the shining blades. The battle was about to break out, and a dull and strange atmosphere spread, every time
My heart is filled with gloom and determination.
This is a life-and-death battle. Before coming, everyone signed a life-and-death certificate. The life-and-death certificate of his or her cousin. If you die, you will get one hundred thousand settlement allowance. If you survive, your status will jump to at least three levels, and you will be able to enjoy good food and drink when you go back.
.
But, how many of these people can go back alive? Can you? Can I? Or can he?
No one is sure of returning from this lifeless battle. There is no retreat and no rescue. Even in this inaccessible and outlying area, even mobile phones cannot be reached. It seems to be isolated from the world.
No one knows if you are dead. If you are alive, you may not be able to go back.
But now that they are here, no one will bother to think about this problem. What they have to do is to cut down the enemies standing in front of them and send them to hell so that they can go to heaven.
Those who can come here, those who dare to come here, in addition to the confidants of the three regional elders, there are also some bastards who want to take this opportunity to rise to power and make a splash. They know that this is an opportunity for the carp to jump over the dragon's gate, and they will definitely go back alive.
You can be admired by thousands of people. If you don't come, you may spend your whole life working at the bottom, collecting some protection fees, and living a miserable life of poverty and poverty.
No one wants to live this kind of life, everyone wants to eat well and drink hot food, and everyone wants to go out and have dozens of younger brothers following them. This is their ultimate goal in living on the road.
Everyone knows that sooner or later, they will have to pay back their money. But they hope to enjoy all the happiness before paying it back, but they don't want to suffer disaster before they have tasted anything or enjoyed anything.
Lin Ze stood at the front, very calm and indifferent, just staring straight at the leading gangsters opposite. His expression remained unchanged.
He didn't have to come, he was just the man behind the scenes, he was even the controller of the entire Scar gang. His not coming was excusable, and it was also the hope of Scar and the others. But he came after all, and he couldn't do it
While his brothers are fighting a bloody battle, he sits in a comfortable room drinking tea. This is not his style, even if he really doesn't want to stand here and feel the cold wind.
"Lin Ze, either you die or I die today. Let's resolve our old and new grudges together today!"
Lin Ze flicked the cigarette butt from his fingers and said indifferently: "Nonsense." He waved his arm and uttered one word coldly: "Kill!"
Swish, brush, brush!
The bright blades were raised at the same time, and the blades shone with a dazzling cold light. Under the roar, hundreds of people rushed forward with their swords, as if even the hillside was frightened by the momentum and couldn't help but tremble.
The fight was about to break out, with flashes of swords and shadows exploding in this inaccessible place.
One side wears a thin white belt, and the other wears a thin red belt. It is not for anything else, just to avoid killing one's own people after getting red-blooded.
This is a melee, a battle that abandons morality, eliminates humanity, and even exposes ugly souls. They are no longer human beings, but cold machines. Cruel, bloodthirsty, and crazy.
After half an hour of melee, half of the gangsters had fallen down. They were groaning, twitching, and in pain. Even if they were lying on the ground, they would be trampled and squeezed.
At this moment, they would rather die immediately than suffer the pain alive. Anyway, they have already earned one hundred thousand. Their life may not be worth one hundred thousand.
This is the tragedy of the low-level gangsters. Their values are completely distorted and they do not have a peaceful mind.
Can life be measured in money?
Maybe some people can, but most people will never convert their lives into equivalent money. This is a desecration of life and a trampling of human nature.
An hour later, more and more people fell.
Even those who were still standing were out of breath and exhausted.
There were only less than thirty people from the three parties. But looking at the dark crowd on Scar's side, there were at least a hundred people. They knew that this fight was a complete failure.
Two hundred people can't take advantage of two hundred people, let alone more than thirty people facing a fierce battle of one hundred people?
However, they also knew why they lost. It was not because of Scar's tyrannical tactics, but because he had a group of thugs holding knives. These people were like gods of war, killing gods when they met and Buddha when they met. Buddha, I don’t even know what fear is and what fatigue is.
This group of people is like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the three parties and completely crushing them.
Is this the remaining veteran of the Little Sword Society?
Is this the fighting power of the core members of the Little Knife Club, which was very popular back then?
The leader of the three forces trembled with his legs, but a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Lin Ze was injured. Blood was flowing down his arm.
He really didn't want to get hurt. He already had enough scars on his body. He really had no reason to get hurt again. But in such a fierce battle, unless he was a god, he would inevitably get hurt.
In a melee of four hundred people, no matter how good Lin Ze is, he can't guarantee that he will not be injured. This is why martial arts masters can't have any other effect on the battlefield except killing a few more people.
Individuals can never fight against groups. This is an eternal iron law. It is a truth poured out with blood.
He stood proudly in the wind, and the bloody cold wind blew in. He couldn't help but frown slightly. In this fierce battle, he didn't kill anyone. Every opponent he faced, he just stabbed the wrist. , to remove the opponent's combat effectiveness and mobility. It's not that he is benevolent, but that in his opinion, the group of people in front of him have reached this point because of Qiao Ba's vicious plot.
Even though he knew that he would have to pay back sooner or later if he came out to fool around, he still didn't want to kill him.
The thirty people on the opposite side were at the end of their strength. Just when everyone in Scar thought that this bloody battle was about to end and a decisive victory was achieved, the leader of the opposite side, the man who had been holding back, finally revealed his ferocious smile and flicked his wrist. Yang, from the slope behind, more than ten men covered in pitch black suddenly appeared.
With their faces covered, they looked like ninjas in movies, looking like walkers wandering in the dark, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.
Lin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed softly: "Qiao Ba really has a trick up his sleeve."
"Can you guess the Eighth Master?" the leader said with a cruel smile. "So what if you still have a hundred people? Can you withstand the bloody killing of these ten dead soldiers? Even if you can, with the state of the weakest of you guys , how many people can leave alive? By then, the three parties will be completely destroyed, and the rebuilt Little Knife Society will also disappear. Not only will Master Ba be the leader of the South District, but the North District will also be firmly controlled by him."
While he was talking, the ten dead soldiers were already standing beside the leader. As long as he gave an order, they turned into a sharp sword and pierced the enemy's organs.
"I really don't know where you get your confidence." Lin Ze shook his head slightly. "I don't think Qiao Ba is as confident as you."
The leading man snorted coldly and shouted: "Come on, kill as many as you want!"
The dozen or so men in black moved upon hearing the order.
But as soon as they moved their bodies, before they could rush into the enemy's territory to kill them, they suddenly noticed a strange white light coming from the side.
In the blink of an eye, the white light flashed past like a meteor and passed through the throats of ten people. The next second, their strong and steady arms could not hold the sharp weapon and fell to the ground.
Lin Ze also stood there in surprise, looking confusedly to the side where the white light suddenly stopped.
Ding ding——
Crash--
The clear and melodious sound of bells rang, and a cold woman with silver hair, white clothes, a silver face, a transparent dagger, and bare feet walked slowly over.
She held a transparent dagger in one hand, blood flowing down and dripping into the loess. She raised her clear and emotionless eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. Under Lin Ze's stunned look, she said in a cold voice: "I said
After that, I will still look for you."
But with these words, Lin Ze could hear the strong impatience in her words. She is really a strange woman who doesn't like to talk——
