Tang Peng glanced at Hua Cuo, not hiding the sarcasm on his lips.
The man in black took a step forward again: "Then why don't you want to leave?"
Tang Peng said calmly: "If you didn't pretend to be 'repaying a favor' and said you wanted to let me go, I would have risked my life to escape from here and wouldn't have cared about the life or death of this stinky woman. I think you should
You know, men all want to save face."
You are the stinky man - you have quietly placed the dagger behind Tang Peng's back, and as soon as he makes a move to escape alone, you will kill him with a knife. When you cursed in secret, you quietly put the knife down.
However, in the deepest part of my heart, a vague sweetness surged up: It feels so good to have a man who can accompany me through life and death!
"quack!"
The man in black gave a strange laugh: "It seems that you want to die with her. Well, then I will help you. But I never dreamed that you would die with her willingly."
Taking a deep breath, Tang Peng raised his right hand: "There are many things you didn't expect. This is nothing surprising."
"Actually, I really admire you. It's a pity, why do you still make such a stupid decision when you clearly don't know that you are my opponent? Are you really not afraid of death? Alas."
The man in black sighed silently, slowly raised his long knife, and was about to pounce with a sharp shout when he heard someone a dozen meters away from him saying lightly: "He is not afraid of death because he cannot die.
"
The sudden sound made everyone present tremble.
The people present were all considered to be absolute masters, but they didn't realize that there was someone else hiding in the secret.
The man in black suddenly turned around and whispered into the darkness: "Who is it!?"
"I think you should know me."
A man walked slowly out of the woods in the morning light with his hands behind his back.
This man was short in stature, wearing a dark-colored Zhongshan stand-up collar. He had a short cut and was not very tall. His figure even looked a little thin, but his eyes were very bright, but he exuded a kind of coldness that was indifferent to any life.
"The tenth month of Dragon Soaring, the cold-blooded Jing Hongming!?"
After seeing this middle-aged man, the man in black's pupils shrank suddenly, and with a loud voice, he quickly moved his feet two steps sideways, and stood side by side with the man using the military spear.
Jing Hongming!
More than ten years ago, when the little bird under Tang Peng's crotch had not yet grown hair, Jing Hongming, Hu Mietang, Xie Qingshang, and Qin Yuguan, who were also known as the four great close combat masters in China, participated in the fight.
In battles such as annihilating the Vietnamese Tiger Company, he and his teammates created the undefeated dragon myth and became the idol in the hearts of 2.3 million Chinese soldiers.
Unlike the vicious Hu Mie Tang, the free and easy Xie Qingshang, and the wild and unruly Qin Yuguan, Jing Hongming's biggest characteristic is his indifference, or cold-bloodedness, and he is absolutely as cruel as winter to his enemies.
More than ten years have passed by in the blink of an eye, and many famous figures have been lost in the long river of history. The former Long Teng Twelve has long been incomplete due to the sacrifices of Shang Xiaopeng and others.
But because of these, no one dares to ignore Longteng Twelve Moon and Jing Hongming.
Because there is only one result for ignoring Jing Hong's life, and that is death!
It's like a sword that has been sealed for a long time. It looks ordinary when hidden in the scabbard, as if the murderous intention has long been worn away by the years, but as soon as it is taken out of the scabbard, it is still so sharp and soul-stirring!
And Jing Hongming is undoubtedly such a person.
"Jing Hongming, the cold-blooded Jing Hongming is here!"
Tang Peng's eyes lit up with reverence, and he murmured: "Now, I don't have to die anymore."
This was the second time Tang Peng saw Jing Hongming. The first time was in Mount Paektu in the northeast.
That time, if Jing Hongming hadn't appeared in time, I believe he and Shen Huan would have died under Liao Jiangnan's black knife.
"Jing Hongming, Jing Hongming is here, it's finally here."
After seeing Jing Hongming, Huacuo's pale face turned a touching red, making her look much more charming.
Jing Hongming, who currently holds the rank of Major General, is the director of the Central Security Bureau and is in charge of three thousand masters in the palace. He is a very powerful person.
And Xiaomiao and others who protect Mr. Yan are his subordinates.
Now, Xiaomiao and others have been plotted against. Even a fool knows Jing Hongming's intention of coming in time this time.
As long as Jing Hongming appears, let alone these two men in black, even if it happens ten times more, they will have no chance of hurting Mr. Yan again!
After confirming that the person who came was Jing Hongming, Huacuo's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. He staggered and subconsciously hugged Tang Peng's waist to avoid collapsing on the ground.
Tang Peng wanted to push her away, but he was a little embarrassed because of her disheveled clothes, so he could only whisper: "Go inside and see your grandpa."
"Um!"
Hua Cuo nodded obediently, turned around and walked into the room, but turned back to look at Tang Peng's back. His eyes were complicated for a moment, and he thought to himself: Tang Peng - wait until Jing Hong Ming finishes cleaning up the two men in black.
Queen, what kind of reason should I find to trick him into killing you too? Having you alive is not a good thing for me and the Yan family after all.
As Jing Hongming approached, the two men in black clenched their weapons.
But Jing Hongming acted as if he hadn't seen them at all. He rubbed their shoulders and walked slowly between them and Tang Peng. Then he stopped and looked at the man in black with a long knife, frowning slightly: "You
Do you think, how should I deal with this matter?"
The two men in black came here to assassinate Mr. Yan, but Jing Hong, who was destined to be the head of Zhongnanhai's bodyguards, spoke to them in a consultative tone. If others saw it, they would definitely be puzzled.
However, Tang Peng knew very well: Jing Hongming had already recognized the man in black with the long knife. He arrived in time this time. It was true that he was to protect Mr. Yan, but he would never meddle with it for the sake of the Yan family.
Enter into the conflicts of some big families.
The man in black holding a long knife slowly put down the knife, but answered the question: "I didn't kill the guard here."
Jing Hongming said indifferently: "I have seen the causes of their deaths, and I believe that you will not use such despicable means to harm them, so I asked you how should I deal with this matter."
The meaning of what Jing Hongming said was obvious: If Xiaomiao and others died at the hands of men in black, he would not care about their backgrounds or who they were, and they would never be as easy to talk to as they are now.
The man in black was silent for a moment and then said: "Jing Hongming, I advise you not to get involved in this matter."
As he spoke, the man in black sighed lowly and murmured: "Actually, why would I want to come here? It's just that there are some things and I have to do it!"
When the man in black advised Jing Hongming not to get involved, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, but with the last helpless sigh of the man in black, he lowered his eyes and said calmly: "You can go
Already."
The man in black did not hesitate, bent down slightly, nodded to Jing Hongming, and quickly disappeared into the woods next to him with his companions.
"As a last resort!"
Staring at the place where the two men in black disappeared, Jing Hongming repeated these words before turning to look at Tang Peng: "Those who killed the guards died in your hands, right?"
Tang Peng nodded, but didn't say anything.
Jing Hongming added: "I have to thank you for this, and thank you for saving Mr. Yan. Otherwise, even if they die, they will not rest in peace."
Tang Peng turned around, touched the wound on his back, and said with a wry smile: "Haha, speaking of which, I have to thank you, because if you hadn't appeared in time, you might have died under that man's knife.
"
Jing Hongming frowned slightly: "Actually, even if you can't beat him, it's not much different. It's more than enough to escape with your life."
Tang Peng asked: "If you were me, would you run away alone in this situation?"
Jing Hongming said calmly: "I am not you. If I have to be replaced by you, no one can force me to run for my life."
"That's the truth."
Tang Peng shrugged his shoulders, turned his head and glanced into the room: "I have to go, if you agree."
"Why don't I agree?"
Before Tang Peng could say anything, Jing Hongming said calmly: "I know that you didn't go up the mountain tonight to assassinate Mr. Yan, but someone else, but you accidentally saved his old man and did it for me.
My men took revenge, so I must thank you."
Tang Peng was very pleased: "Hehe, thanks are enough..."
Jing Hongming interrupted him: "When I say I want to thank you, I just want to thank you. You can't refuse."
Tang Peng smiled bitterly: "I just realized today that you can't refuse gratitude - well, how do you want to thank me?"
Jing Hongming looked at the butterfly knife in his right hand and shook his head slightly: "This knife of yours looks very sharp, and I believe you can use it easily, but I don't think it is suitable for you. If you have a handy weapon, you can
Your skills can be improved by at least 10%, and you won’t necessarily lose to the one who uses the knife."
After Tang Peng became a killer, in addition to firearms, he usually only used two weapons when performing tasks: the divine arm crossbow and this butterfly knife.
Just as Jing Hongming said, Tang Peng was very comfortable with this butterfly knife and had a certain affection for it.
So after Jing Hongming said these words, he shook his head without thinking: "I think I am very suitable for use..."
Jing Hongming interrupted him again: "The butterfly knife is for girls. It has more than enough dexterity, but lacks strength."
Tang Peng was ashamed: "For girls? Then, what weapon do you think I should use?"
"Military Thorn."
When Jing Hongming slowly uttered these two words, he turned his right hand and a black military thorn suddenly lay across his palm.
Tang Peng was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly understood what Jing Hongming meant, his face suddenly changed, and he said cheerfully: "You, you don't want to give your military assassin to me, do you?
?”
Jing Hongming smiled, and that smile looked so warm and dazzling in the cool morning, just like the rising sun in the east that had just risen over the sea: "So I said just now that you can't refuse my gratitude to you."