Song Ziyang took a deep breath, his right hand was as light and agile as a butterfly holding a flower, and streaks of silver light fell gracefully on his fingertips.
It looks like a ghost and is hard to see.
call!
Song Ziyang exhaled and saw that the wooden man in front of him had thirteen shining silver needles, each one with a different length.
"Although the acupuncture points are exactly the same, the last three needles were clearly inserted deeper." Song Ziyang frowned slightly and took the towel next to him to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
Then he sat down on the sofa, picked up the rhinoceros knife on the coffee table, and started stroking it gently.
This knife is only one foot and three inches long, and its entire body is white jade.
It is said that this horn is polished from the single horn of a rare descendant of rhinoceros and elk. It is stronger than gold and iron, does not touch blood, and is extremely sharp.
He was able to achieve a great reputation as the single mercenary king in five or six years, and this sword played the most important role.
Therefore, whenever he has free time, Song Ziyang will quietly stroke the blade and communicate with it.
Weapons are a warrior's second life, loyalty and never betrayal.
"My head is above the sky and my feet are on the earth. The whole world admires my domineering brother! The melancholy in his eyes, the cold beard, any shape, is sharp..."
Just then, the phone suddenly rang.
Song Ziyang frowned slightly. He had only been back to China for three days, and he had only told one or two people about his number. Who was calling him now?
"Hello!"
"Is this Brother Song?" There was a harsh brake sound on the phone, and a slightly urgent voice: "I am Wang Yong from Tianmen, our boss is willing to see you. I'll wait for you at the intersection of Dongchang Road.
ten minutes."
After saying that, he hung up directly without waiting for him to speak.
Song Ziyang was stunned for a moment, then thrust the knife into his waist, stood up, picked up his coat, and walked out.
The night seems to be stained with ink, and the cold stars are lonely.
The black Great Wall H6 is like a black lightning, tearing open the shrouded night.
Song Ziyang held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, frowned, and secretly thought about the phone call just now.
The Tianmen boss mentioned by Wang Yong is named Tie Feilin. When he was in Africa, he was a member of the Iron Fist mercenary team.
Song Ziyang had cooperated with them several times and was quite dissatisfied with them.
However, in the last joint operation, they were ambushed by their competitors.
That time, Song Ziyang was hit by a cannonball and lost consciousness. It was the most serious injury he suffered in his entire mercenary career.
If Tie Feilin hadn't carried him out, maybe he would have died.
This time, Song Ziyang returned to China and inquired about his whereabouts, just to thank him for his life-saving grace.
But I don’t want to be rejected three times in a row.
And the person who stood in the way of Tie Feilin was Wang Yong.
Now, why did Tie Feilin suddenly change his attitude? Listening to Wang Yong's tone, he seemed to be quite anxious. Could something be wrong?
Thinking of this, the cigarette butt that Song Ziyang was holding suddenly turned bright red, and the speed of the car was squeezed to the limit, emitting an overwhelming roar.
Crunch!
The car stopped steadily. Song Ziyang jumped out of the car. On the roadside, the door of a black Q5 with double flashing opened: "Get in!"
Song Ziyang got in, and before the door was closed tightly, the car sped out and rushed towards the newly developed Beicheng.
Inside the car, it was very quiet, except for the harsh low whistle of the cold wind pouring in through a narrow gap left in the car window.
"Don't you want to ask, where should I take you?" Wang Yong finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stared straight ahead and asked in a hoarse voice.
Song Ziyang raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a careless and lazy smile: "I can go anywhere, you are the one driving the car anyway."
"What if I take you to die?" Wang Yong tilted his head, his eyes full of provocation, and the chill in his words seemed to be a bit colder than the night wind blowing in.
Song Ziyang simply put his hands behind his head and slowly closed his eyes: "When you get to the Palace of Hell, tell me."
Wang Yong's sharp eyes lit up instantly.
He stopped talking and just concentrated on driving.
This time, it only took less than five minutes to arrive at the outskirts of a villa area located on a high ground.
Suddenly, more than a dozen men in black suits appeared in the headlights of the car. Wang Yong did not slow down, but directly bumped into them.
Bang bang!
Two people were unable to dodge and were knocked away. The others' faces changed and they chased after them, yelling and cursing.
"The Palace of Hell is here!" In front of Wang Yong, a bus was crossing the road, blocking the way. Then he stepped on the brake, then picked up a thick-backed machete on the seat and walked straight off.
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Song Ziyang also got out of the car. At this time, the autumn mood was already strong, and the dry night wind fell on people's bodies, bringing a biting chill.
"It's a bit eerie, but it's not worthy of being called the Palace of Hell!" Song Ziyang lowered his head, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and then said, "Did something happen to Brother Tie?"
By this time, if Song Ziyang still couldn't see that something was wrong, then he would have died long ago with no bones left, let alone becoming a mercenary king.
"Yes! Fang Xiong and others colluded with Dongxing Society and wanted to put our boss to death! Now, our boss is trapped in the villa above. He only has a dozen people under his command, but the enemy has two to three hundred."
Wang Yong suddenly raised his head and stared at him fiercely, his eyes fierce and almost crazy: "If you are afraid, you can drive away now before it is too late."
Song Ziyang smiled.
Wang Yong is not tall, talks little, and has an ordinary appearance. However, he must admit that this man has a ferocious blood.
His boss was under siege, the community was in rebellion, and it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, so he simply made a phone call and lured himself over to serve as his thug.
Want to take yourself to death? This is really true.
"What will you do if I leave?" Song Ziyang turned his head and glanced at the figure who had already chased him not far behind him.
Wang Yong said simply: "Then I will kill him alone. If the boss is not dead, I will tell him that Song Ziyang is not as upright and upright as he said, and he has misjudged the wrong person! However,
So many people in the club have turned into two-faced scum, I think the boss won’t be too surprised if there is one more."
"Thank you for the comfort!" Song Ziyang tightened his clothes, turned around and walked back the way he came.
When Wang Yong saw this, he couldn't help showing a hint of disappointment.
There was indeed a big problem in the society. He had just received a warning that someone in the society had colluded with the Dongxing Society and might besiege the boss's residence today. He immediately went to report to Fang Xiong, the second person in Tianmen, but he was assassinated.
If he hadn't seen the opportunity early and several of his brothers tried their best to intercept him, he might not have been able to escape.
As a result, Wang Yong could no longer trust anyone.
However, it is impossible for him to rescue the boss by himself.
Therefore, he had an idea and called out Song Ziyang. If this man was really as powerful as the boss said and could be called the king of mercenaries, then maybe some miracles would happen with his help.
But now, he was disappointed.
He doesn't blame Song Ziyang, everyone has their own choice.
Wang Yong clenched the knife in his hand, and suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply.
Because he saw Song Ziyang's originally sloppy figure suddenly moving like thunder.
"Dongxing Club is here...ah!" Before a young man from Dongxing Club on the opposite side could finish speaking, a stream of blood came out of his throat.
Wang Yong's eyes were sore, and the turbulent emotions rolled in his chest, and finally burst out from the depths of his throat: "Kill!"
There was a smile on Song Ziyang's lips, but his eyes were cold.
At this time, he had completely transformed into a killing machine.
His strikes were clean and neat, without any sloppiness. Every strike of the knife almost meant the end of a person's life. Every punch made would make a person lose their fighting ability.
The training of countless lives and deaths has given him an extremely terrifying control over the rhythm of battle.
So many people clearly felt that they could hit him, but before the blade fell on him, they suddenly realized that they had lost all their strength, and the excitement in their eyes was immediately replaced by infinite fear.
In the blink of an eye, none of the eight elite members of Dongxing Society were standing.
Wang Yong, who had just rushed forward but found that there was no opponent, could not help but show a hint of fear in his eyes.
The King of Soldiers, so fierce?
"Thank you for thinking of me when Brother Tie was in danger!" Song Ziyang put back the blood-stainless rhinoceros knife and gently patted him on the shoulder with his hand, his voice soft.
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