Volume 8 Kanglong has regrets 2 92 The summit of the eight groups
Juan Ba Kanglong has regrets (2) 92 Eight Group Summit
Coming out of Chief No. 01, Hanzi breathed a long sigh of relief.
Looking at the increasingly clear sky, Hanzi murmured: "It's time for a big cleanup."
Inside Yuntian Yunlong Hall.
"Xiao Guo, have all the posts been sent out?" Hanzi leaned on the soft leather chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said calmly.
"Everything has been sent out. There are seven posts in total in BJ's Ji Huihai Industrial, Tiedi Group, Qingfeng Group, Yanlong Group, the Northern Great Society, the Yis Society, the Xile Society, and the Shanghai Donghao Society. They have been posted today.
All will be delivered in the morning." Xiao Guo said respectfully.
"Oh, what's everyone's reaction?"
"Master Du Sanye and Li Xiaosheng did not come forward to accept the invitation, but they stated that they would not participate. Gu Haihui disagreed, Tie Yi agreed, Ji Qingfeng did not express his opinion, and Donghao boss Li Donghao readily agreed."
"Which one of the two bones, Is or Sile, is harder to chew?"
"It's not easy to chew. Yisi mainly smuggles arms. There are many Russians in the group, and these people are not very obedient. Xiler's Li Xiaosheng is regarded as a god by his subordinates in the club, and he will not be easily obeyed.
They killed us. The reason why they were controlled by the dark organization of Country J last time was because they were tricked into thinking."
"Very well, Xiao Guo, you go down first and make the venue for the Eighth Group Summit better. Don't worry, they will all come on time and be very well-behaved."
Night, deep.
The headquarters of the Islamic community in city j, province h.
"Third Master, are we really not going to attend the Eighth Group Summit organized by Yuntian Group the day after tomorrow?" A young man in his thirties was sitting on the boss's chair with his arms around a very coquettishly dressed woman.
The curly man with her face nibbling on her face asked cautiously.
"Damn, who is Xie Yuntian? He doesn't deserve to let me go all the way to attend some bullshit Eighth Regiment Summit? If he is sincere, why doesn't he set the location of the Eighth Regiment Summit in our J City?" The curly-haired man said.
It's Mr. Du Sanye from the Yishu Club.
"Third Master, the one who sent the invitation post was Lu Mohan, not Xie Yuntian." The young man secretly glanced at the charming woman who was lying in Mr. Du's arms with most of her breasts exposed, and swallowed secretly.
"Lu Mohan? Who is he? I've never heard of him." Mr. Du's hands were squeezing the charming woman's body randomly, not feeling unnatural at all because the young man was beside him.
"I heard that this Lu Mohan is the mistress of Xie Yuntian's daughter. The Yunxiao Club in Yun Province was eaten two years ago. I heard that it was this kid who did it."
"Ah, so this guy still has two brushes." Du Sanye pinched the charming woman's breasts hard, then pushed her away and sat up straight.
"Not two, but countless brushes." Hanzi slowly walked in from the door with a smile.
"Who dares to break into Yisi privately?" Du Sanye and the young man were both shocked.
It should be noted that at the Yis headquarters, there were not even 200 Yis men guarding the outside, but this young man broke in silently, without any warning in advance, how could he not surprise them.
The young man yelled angrily, stretched out his hand and grabbed Hanzi.
Hanzi stood there and smiled lightly. When his hand reached half a foot in front of him, he suddenly stretched out his hand and twisted it. With a "click", the young man screamed like a pig.
One of his wrists has been crushed to pieces by Han Zi!
Hanzi suddenly kicked out his right foot, and with a "click" sound, the young man flew out to the ground. With a clatter, he bumped into the charming girl who had just gotten up from Mr. Du's arms and had not yet walked out of the door.
The woman knocked over an antique shelf in the room, and all the antiques on the shelf fell down and shattered into pieces.
And the young man finally got his wish, lying on that charming woman's body and being kissed. However, the price was too high.
Just as the young man was yelling angrily, more than ten people from the Yishu community outside had already rushed in. They all held gleaming daggers in their hands and shouted to greet Hanzi.
Hanzi didn't even think about it, nor did he dodge. He just pinched left and slapped right, and a dozen screams sounded almost at the same time. In just a blink of an eye, the ground fell.
Got a piece.
Footsteps outside kept ringing, people kept rushing in, and sirens also sounded.
Hanzi stood at the door, knocking down as many as they came in. Within a moment, the fifty or sixty men of Yisi who were guarding this floor were lying on the ground, Yiyi was screaming, and their hands were either broken or broken.
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"Hey, kid, your kung fu is pretty good. It's just that you don't have the life to perform anymore." Du Sanye's cold voice came from behind Han Zi.
Han Zi turned around and saw Du Sanye holding an exquisite pistol at him. The black muzzle of the gun was like a ghost in the night, staring at him.
"Really, you want to try shooting?" Hanzi shrugged and smiled lightly.
"Bang--"
Gunshot, manual.
Mr. Du Sanye looked at Hanzi who was still standing there with a faint smile, holding a fist in the air with one hand tightly. He did not fall down as he imagined, and he couldn't help showing a look of horror on his face.
"Lao Du, this gun is pretty good. Can you get me a few thousand of them?" Hanzi slowly turned his fist around and opened it gently. A shiny copper-colored bullet hit the head steadily.
Lying in the palm of his hand.
Mr. Du Sanye was so shocked that he took a step back and fell down on the boss's chair with a bang. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
Catching the bullet with his bare hands, he couldn't see how Hanzi took action.
With a faint smile, Hanzi slowly approached him.
He raised the gun again in disbelief. But this time, before he pulled the trigger, Hanzi's hand moved again.
"Bang--"
Gunshots were fired.
It was not Du Sanye who fired the gun, but his gun exploded in his hand at that moment.
It turned out that just at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, Han ejected the bullet in his hand. The bullet slipped from the black hole of the muzzle and exploded inside the pistol.
Du Sanye screamed in agony. He held his right hand with his left hand, and his hand was dripping with blood. It turned out that half of his palm had been blown to pieces.
Hanzi smiled and said, "Third Master, does it hurt? Let me help you take a look." After saying that, he stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck, and lifted him out of the table like a chicken.
At this time, thugs from other floors rushed up. Everyone had guns in their hands, pointed at Hanzi, and shouted, "Put the third master down, or I will beat you to death."
Hanzi turned a blind eye to the black muzzles and looked at Mr. Du Sanye who was pale with fright. He put a little force on his hand and said with a smile: "Old Du, do you believe it? I can do it with just a little force."