At midnight, Leng Shanrong, one of the five sharp knives under Yan Huafeng's command, is in the 'Nobles' Bar in the city center of N City. The bustling and noisy bar has suspended its extravagance tonight and turned into a rebel barracks. More than 800 knife-wielding men have already
It fills up.
Within the Nongchao Gang, Yan Huafeng's five sharp knives had already established prestige five years ago. They are as famous as Weng Yun's Twelve Blood Blades and have become synonymous with the gang's strength and victory. It was Nongchao's initiative to other underworlds.
The challenge lies in the confidence. So the shadow of Sanke's defeat disappeared without a trace because of Leng Shanrong's arrival. Confidence returned again, morale was boosted, and everyone eagerly hoped to launch an attack as soon as possible, break through the defense line, and enter the headquarters.
region, a reprieve from shame.
After drinking and eating, under the arrangements of the various leaders, everyone quickly recharged their batteries and waited for the general attack tomorrow. The entire bar was shrouded in silence, and there was no sound.
Leng Shanrong stayed alone in the office on the fifth floor, looking at the latest intelligence and instructions from Yan Huafeng, and thinking about how to coordinate the offensive cooperation in his own area during tomorrow's attack.
"Be careful about Di Cheng?" Leng Shanrong read softly the sentence underlined in red on the information sheet. It described Di Cheng's weapons and body shape in detail. There was only one sentence to introduce him, which was related to "Burial"
The leader of "Soul Group" has similar strength! Later, Yan Huafeng's reminder "Beware of Di Cheng" was specially added!
Leng Shanrong is the strongest among the five sharp knives, second only to Sank in strength. Especially his breakthrough some time ago has allowed him to move from mid-level silver to high-level! The growth in strength is accompanied by the expansion of confidence. He has the desire to
The urge to take advantage of this underworld storm to become famous in the underground world is to make all gangsters remember his name, Leng Shanrong.
But... Tianmen's sudden insertion made him both surprised and solemn.
Wolf King Ma Hao was severely injured by Tianmen, Zhu Xiong and Zhu Hu were severely injured by Tianmen, Alpha Wolf Demon Wolf was severely injured by Tianmen, Baohu Sangke was severely injured by Tianmen...
The series of sudden changes not only made Yan Huafeng's eyes flash with stars, but Leng Shanrong also felt a chill.
Tianmen is so powerful!
The leader of the Tianmen Sect is called Di Cheng? He is still a monster who can compete with the leader of the "Soul Burial Group"!
"Soul Burial Group"... Thinking of this organization with unknown numbers and unknown strength, Leng Shanrong was silent again. When did the number of strong people appear in batches?! But it was also this mysterious organization that suddenly appeared.
, gave the Wolf King and even Yan Huafeng the confidence to annex and make waves, and was their biggest support for daring to stir up the underworld storm!
Leng Shanrong is confident that the "Soul Burial Group" is enough to kill all the senior leaders of Tianmen! SX, HN, and the two provinces' underworld will belong to the alliance! Or... belong to Yan Huafeng!
Suddenly, several small and dull sounds rang outside, or... sounded on the wall. Leng Shanrong, who was immersed in his thoughts, came back to his senses and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already three o'clock in the morning, which happened to be
When people are most mentally exhausted, it may be their own delusion.
Leng Shanrong stretched his stiff body and looked at the falling snowflakes outside. A few cold smiles appeared on his indifferent face. Tianmen... Entering this melee is your worst choice. Wait until you win the tide.
One target will be your SC headquarters!
Bang bang soon there was another burst of the same sound, the sound was very soft and deep.
This time Leng Shanrong heard clearly, it was not an illusion!
There should be a few personal guards outside the door, but after five or six years of getting along with each other, Leng Shanrong knew them very well. He liked to be quiet when he was thinking about things, and hated being disturbed by others, even the slightest sound.
He didn't know if it was for psychological reasons, but he always felt that the slight sound was so awkward and uncomfortable.
"Who is outside? What are you doing!" Leng Shanrong shouted dissatisfied.
Click! The door of the room suddenly opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked in slowly. The mask covered his face, and the red lenses reflected the strange light, which was in sharp contrast with the pale color of the whole body. At a glance,
, always makes people feel a little weird.
"Who are you?" Leng Shanrong asked strangely, why did a doctor come in? He is not sick.
"Leng Shanrong?" A hoarse whisper like a ghost's voice floated out from inside the mask, floating and swirling in the room. The warm office seemed to suddenly feel a little colder.
"I am Leng Shanrong, who are you!" Leng Shanrong was keenly aware of the danger, but Leng Shanrong still did not think about anything bad. After all, this is his palace, with a total of 800 elite gangs from the first to fifth floors.
Everyone, there are four powerful confidants guarding the door. If you are an enemy, you must not break into your office all the way.
What's more... the enemy has the courage to come alone to his own territory and act arrogantly?
It's a joke, absolutely impossible.
So Leng Shanrong didn't think about the worst at all, he just felt strange.
The doctor didn't speak again. He placed the two iron boxes on the sofa, pulled the clothes rack over, and then opened one of the iron boxes. The cold mist drifted away, and there were bags of blood inside, with some special symbols.
medicine bottle.
"What blood type?" The doctor said again in a hoarse and deep voice.
"Type O." Leng Shanrong responded in a very "cooperative" manner. Out of curiosity, he left his seat and walked up. "What are you doing?"
His fingertips ran across the blood bag, and he selected the five bags of blood marked with an "O" shape. He took out a small device that shook left and right, placed the blood bag on it, and then began to prepare potions and hang them on the clothes rack.
.As if no one else was around...or perhaps preparing something carefully and meticulously.
Leng Shanrong was even more curious. He looked left and right. Sometimes he took out a bottle of potion and looked at the name and trademark. Sometimes he took out a small gadget and played with it curiously. Sometimes he even helped the doctor. From time to time
I also asked the doctor, but the doctor was busy arranging his own equipment and ignored him.
"What's in this box?" "Assisting" the doctor to arrange the things, Leng Shanrong pointed to another medical box of the same size and opened it directly.
The small space is actually filled with knives, iron hooks and small bottles of various colors, showing a unique coldness under the bright light.
"This is..." Leng Shanrong picked up a bottle filled with red liquid and stirred it gently. A large number of fingernails floated inside, which was extremely dense and scary.
Frowning slightly, Leng Shanrong felt a little nauseous, but soon... a chill rose from his heart, and the sense of danger that had been replaced by curiosity reappeared, and became clearer.
"Who are you!" Leng Shanrong stared at the doctor, and happened to find that the doctor was standing in front of him, looking straight at him. His already cold eyes were even colder under the red lenses.
His brows furrowed more and more, and his uneasiness grew stronger. Leng Shanrong snorted coldly, and suddenly reached forward with his right hand, clasping at the doctor's neck like an eagle's claw, intending to take down this weird guy first, and then question him properly.
But just as he raised his tense right hand, the doctor took action one step ahead of him. His seemingly white and tender fingertips quickly touched the midline in front of Leng Shanrong's body, one and a half inches below his navel - Qihai point at an astonishing speed.
!
The Qihai point meridian belongs to the Ren meridian. After being hit, the force will impact the arteries and veins of the abdominal wall and the intercostal space, breaking Qi and blood stasis, which can cause the body to malfunction. This point is one of the thirty-six fatal points in the human body. If it is hit hard, it may
It can kill people. Due to its special location, strong people can often gather hard muscles in this part through exercise. It is difficult to kill people with just heavy blows, and there will not even be too obvious injuries.
But it was the touch of the doctor's fingertips that made the high-ranking silver-level Leng Shanrong stiffen up and lie down on his back, falling on the sofa that had just been decorated.
The doctor took action again, and his slender, white, womanly fingers clasped into the depression between the first and second cervical spinous processes at the back of the neck, which was the Yamen point among the thirty-six fatal points!
However, the doctor's purpose was not to kill, but to rely on his understanding of acupuncture points and exquisite control of force to injure Leng Shanrong's energy and blood, causing him to lose the ability to move and speak.
"Gu Gu" Leng Shanrong kept opening and closing his mouth, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his body twitched uncontrollably, as if he was having an epileptic attack.
He was horrified to find that he couldn't control his body.
With just a few clicks of his fingers, he subdued the silver-level Leng Shanrong. Such a powerful and even terrifying move was really frightening. He could control the acupuncture points of the human body exquisitely, and he could manipulate the assassination to such a degree. The identity of the person coming
Needless to say, it is natural to know - the eight tribes of Tianmen, led by Leng Feng, Fang Zhongshou!
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