Han Xuan was a lover of cold weapons when he was in the special forces of the Southwest Military Region. He once saw this extremely domineering weapon on the books in the library.
The Divine Arm Crossbow was improved by the Jinyiwei of the Ming Empire. Although its range could only reach about thirty meters, it was the undisputed king of close combat weapons of that era.
However, the cost of this kind of thing is too high. It costs hundreds of silver to make a divine arm crossbow. Later, with the invasion of the Manchu Empire and the prevalence of bloodier blood drops, the divine arm crossbow slowly
Withdrew from the weapon spectrum.
Even in the modern era of rapidly developed technology, no one has made this thing, because it is not as convenient as a long-range, easy-to-carry pistol.
But Han Xuan didn't expect to see the divine arm crossbow here today!
Suddenly, Han Xuan thought of someone. He looked at Tang Peng, who was walking slowly over. His face was as white as snow, but the scar that almost ran across his entire face turned red, as if it had crawled on a centipede.
He whispered: "You, you are the so-called king of killers - the demon soul?"
When Han Xuan was hanging around in the Middle East a few years ago, he came into contact with some professional mercenaries and learned some things about professional killers from their mouths, including the King of Killers, Demon Soul.
Crossbow arrows are the demon soul's favorite tool for committing crimes.
Therefore, when he saw that Tang Peng had a divine arm crossbow on his arm, Han Xuan immediately thought of his identity.
Tang Peng's steps froze for a moment, but then he walked up to him without answering his question: "Tell me who is behind this, and I can let you go."
Han Xuan licked his lips, shook his head and said slowly: "You can take that woman away, kill me, or hand me over to the police, but I won't tell you who is the mastermind behind me.
I think you should know the rules here better than me."
"If you don't say it, others will." Tang Peng sneered slightly.
Han Xuan also smiled, and his smile was as scary as a ghost: "They are just helpers I found. As long as I don't tell you, you won't know who that person is, even if you torture them to death."
"Oh, it seems that you are forcing me to torture you?"
Tang Peng stared at Han Xuan, raised his left hand and pushed open the door. At a glance, he saw Pan Dongdong huddled in the corner, and also saw the windbreaker covering her body. His face changed slightly, and there was a fierce murderous intention.
Han Xuan couldn't help but take a step back and asked in a low voice: "What did you do to her?"
Han Xuan took a deep breath and felt better. He shook his head and said, "She's fine. If you don't believe me, you can ask her."
Before Tang Peng said anything, Tang Wenju, who was covered in blood, walked over quickly and asked aggressively: "Tang Peng, how is it? What else are you doing with him? Get out of the way and let me stab him!"
"Dad, don't worry about it. I will take care of it. You go and see Pan Dongdong in the house first."
Tang Peng smiled and said this, then regretted it: Although Han Xuan said that he had not done anything to Pan Dongdong, Tang Peng could tell at a glance that the clothes on her body looked like that. At this time, he asked Old Tang to see her.
How embarrassing it would be if he saw her disheveled. Don't forget that Pan Dongdong is his woman now.
Old Tang was stunned, stretched his head to look into the room, and asked: "Pan Dongdong? Who is Pan Dongdong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Tang quickly turned his head away, weighed the butcher knife in his hand, and said, "I won't go, you can go."
It turned out that Old Tang also saw that Sister Dong seemed to be disheveled, and also guessed that this woman had a special relationship with his son, otherwise his son would never come here for her - but if Dongdong and his son had such a relationship,
If there is such a relationship, then it doesn’t seem very convenient for him as the elder, right?
Of course Tang Peng couldn't go in to see Pan Dongdong, because he knew that Han Xuan was by no means as easy to deal with as the thugs just now. Even if Old Tang had a knife in his left hand and a pistol in his right, it wouldn't take long before he would still be killed...
Tang Peng smiled and was about to say, 'It's better to wait until I deal with this person before talking about it', but Han Xuan spoke: "She is wearing clothes."
As a former professional butcher, Tang Wenju was also very sensitive to the smell of danger. Now he smelled a different murderous aura from Han Xuan, and he was even more worried that his son would suffer a loss, so he quickly urged his son: "Hand this man over."
Give it to me, you go see that stuff."
Tang Peng did not speak, but raised his right hand slightly towards Han Xuan and walked towards the center of the yard: "Come with me."
Han Xuan didn't say a word and strode to the center of the yard first.
After Tang Wenju saw what his son meant, he sighed softly and walked into the house.
…
Han Xuan took the lead to walk to the center of the yard, stood facing north and south, and asked Tang Peng, who was opposite him: "Is that man your father?"
Tang Peng nodded: "Yes, he is my father."
Han Xuan slowly pulled out a sharp knife from his waist and said bluntly: "I envy you very much. I envy you for having such a father."
"Have you ever worked in the army before?" Tang Peng asked again.
Han Xuan still answered truthfully: "I used to lead the Langya Special Forces Brigade of the Southwest Military Region for several years. Later, I left the army because of my mistakes and went abroad."
"Yeah." Tang Peng nodded: "It's the same thing, you tell me who is the mastermind behind this, and I'll let you go."
"There are only two ways I can take now, one is to die at your hands, the other is to chop off one of your right hands before leaving. Other than that, there is no third way!"
As soon as Han Xuan finished speaking, he let out a loud shout and rushed towards Tang Peng with his sword drawn!
…
Tang Wenju walked up to Xia Hou Fuzui, squatted down, and pulled the black windbreaker up her legs, and then he saw the ropes binding her ankles.
"You, what's your name, Dongdong? I didn't hear clearly just now, what's the relationship between you and my son, oh, Tang Peng?" Tang Wenju put down the weapon in his hand and began to untie Pan Dongdong's feet.
Pan Dongdong did not speak, but shook his head.
"Oh, if it's not convenient, just forget it - numb, the rope is tied with a deadlock."
Tang Wenju cursed and then saw the butcher's knife next to him. He quickly grabbed it and started to cut the rope. While cutting, he kept nagging: "This rope is not very professional at all. I remember when I tied pigs, I only needed one."
A small piece of rope can tie the pig tightly, and it takes no effort to untie it. How can it be like... Oops, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mock you for being a pig. I am Tang Peng's father.
How can I be sarcastic to you, right...Hey, I'd better not say anything special."
Tang Wenju was extremely skilled in using a knife, and he quickly cut off the two ropes that tied Pan Dongdong, and asked, "Why don't you speak?"
After Pan Dongdong's hands and feet were free, he immediately raised his hand and tore off the tape on his mouth. After taking a deep breath, he said: "Tang, Uncle Tang, my mouth was stuck with tape just now, so I couldn't answer you. My, my name is
Pan Dongdong is Tang Peng’s friend.”
"Hey, look at my look, why didn't I see the tape on your mouth?" Tang Wenju said remorsefully, and asked: "Who is that, Pan Dongdong, right? Do you want me to pull you up?"
"No, I can get up by myself, thank you Uncle Tang."
Pan Dongdong quickly refused, grabbing his windbreaker with one hand and holding on to the wall with the other when he stood up, Tang Wenju was already running towards the door quickly.
He saw his son starting to fight with that person, and was afraid that Tang Peng would suffer.
After seeing Tang Wenju with blood on his face and running out in a hurry, Pan Dongdong was momentarily absent-minded: It turns out that he is Tang Peng's father - look at his father, although he was only a butcher, he was much better than me who relied on his famous family.
How many times better my father was, able to fight side by side with Tang Peng without knowing why... But my father only used me as a bargaining chip, and even broke up with me after my relationship with the Yan family broke up.
Father-daughter relationship.
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When Han Xuan rushed towards Tang Pengfei, he was determined to die - he would rather die than reveal who sent him to kidnap Pan Dongdong.
Han Xuan's approach may be a bit silly or tragic, but he is undoubtedly a man who sticks to his principles!
A real man is not good or bad at all, but his attitude towards things!
Han Xuan was born in the Langya Special Forces Brigade of the Southwest Military Region, and his kung fu was quite impressive, especially when his life and fortune were at stake. He would naturally not show any mercy for every stab or kick he made, because he knew
Who is he facing: the legendary king of killers, Demon Soul!
God can testify that if Han Xuan and Tang Peng were fighting in the ring at this time, Tang Peng would not dare to say that he could defeat Han Xuan even if he tried his best.
However, God knows better that Tang Peng, who is not considered a top master in fighting skills today, will have a surge in force value that cannot be explained by science when he encounters others fighting against him!
In other words, Tang Peng's ability to fight hard is to get stronger when he is strong, and to be merciless when he is weak. As long as he is not in the same situation as when he was exhausted and fighting Liao Jiangnan, he can be regarded as a close fighter today.
Everyone is fighting to destroy the Tang Dynasty, and there is no way to say whether they will win or lose.
Tang Peng himself was also puzzled by his inexplicable performance. In the end, he could only use the word "potential" to explain it: it means that the more ferocious the enemy, the greater his potential will be unleashed!
Just like in front of him, when Han Xuan came up and showed desperate momentum, Tang Peng's blood started to boil. He shouted and avoided his stabbing knife, and while bending and twisting, his right knee
He quickly lifted it up and pushed hard against his crotch.
Han Xuan stabbed the air with his sword, tapped the toes of his right foot, flew into the air, and landed three meters away with a forward somersault in mid-air. He suddenly turned around and looked at Tang Peng: "You - don't use weapons?"
Tang Peng said calmly: "I can use it, but you have to be qualified to let me use it."