Chapter 256: The Imminent Situation Changes Instantly
Chapter 256: The desperate situation changes rapidly
Zhihao was sighing secretly when the Flying Knife King took out another flying knife from his waist. With a move of his arm, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The flying knife stabbed firmly into the center of the circle, and the tail of the knife was steady without even a trace of trembling.
No. When Zhihao saw it, the flying knife was half-expected. It was so powerful.
On the wooden board, there is a beautiful composition, with six flying knives forming a circle, and the seventh flying knife is exactly at the center of the circle. Zhihao wonders, is this playing throwing knives? Even if it is a magic trick, it may not be like this.
It's amazing. If you invite the Olympic shooting champion to shoot with a steam rifle from ten meters away, you may not be able to be so accurate and draw such a standardized picture.
Zhihao shouted out loud, "Brother Wang's magical skills are unparalleled by anyone. Zhihao doesn't dare to embarrass himself in front of Brother Wang. Zhihao is willing to give in."
"Haha, little brother is too humble. Today is just for fun, not serious." The Flying Knife King cupped his hand, "Little brother just showed off his skills in front of the elder brother to help the brothers present."
"Then Zhihao has no choice but to show his shame."
"You're welcome, little brother, please."
Seeing the Flying Knife King like this, Zhihao could only bite the bullet and show off his sword in front of Guan Gong. Fortunately, he had some experience in dart training. Although he was not as skilled as the Flying Knife King, he could still manage it.
Show your hands and feet, and you won't be too ashamed.
Zhihao stood firmly, staring at the pattern "drawn" by the Flying Knife King without moving. His mind slowly focused again. Gradually, the half-foot-sized circle became bigger and bigger in Zhihao's eyes.
, every millimeter is revealed, as clear as day.
The focus of Zhihao's eyes was concentrated on the flying knife in the middle. Yes, he pierced it there. Firstly, he showed his accuracy with hidden weapons. Secondly, by being hit by the flying knife of the Flying Knife King, he also showed his respect for his senior.
Respect.
Zhihao held the dart between his two fingers, waved his right arm lightly, stretched his wrist, and a dart passed through a bright black light. There was a soft sound, and there was an extra dart under the flying knife in the center of the circle.
Almost touching the flying knife, only half a finger's distance away.
"That's right, that's right." The Flying Knife King nodded and smiled, "It's not easy to reach such a state at such a young age. Haha... I had a lot of fun today, so I won't play with you so I can do it for myself."
Then he walked towards the sofa, regardless of what Zhihao said.
Zhihao hurriedly handed over his hand, "Thank you, Brother Wang, for the compliment. Compared with Brother Wang, Zhihao's skills..."
"Little brother, don't be so modest." Before Zhihao could finish speaking, someone stood up from the sofa and gave Zhihao a fist. Without walking over, he smiled slightly and said, "Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth, and each generation has become stronger than the previous generation.
ah."
"I wonder if this dear friend has any advice?" Zhihao turned around quickly and bowed his hands in salute.
Zhihao heard that the Nanhao forces had the Four Great Vajras, and he must be the last one. Zhihao recalled the competition just now, and it was obvious that the first three did not try their best, so that he could stand here with his whole body.
I couldn't help but feel grateful. The person in front of Zhihao was nearly forty years old, with a fair complexion, regular features, a handsome figure, neat black hair, and a pair of eyes that looked particularly energetic.
"I can't talk about it in person. My surname is Dong, and the brothers gave me a nickname, Wan Shi Dong. Wan Shi Dong, Dong Wan Shi. This is a joke among the brothers. How can I have such ability?" Wan Shi Dong laughed loudly, "
I have carefully observed the performance of this little brother just now. He has extraordinary skills and values love and justice, so I will not embarrass you."
"Thank you Brother Dong for your kindness." Zhihao respectfully saluted with clasped fists.
In Zhihao's imagination, the last one of the four kings must be a master with extraordinary skills and strength. Generally speaking, the protagonist is often the one who gets the most out of it, and the most powerful person is the one who gets the most out of it. Unexpectedly, Director Wanshi
He didn't even go on stage, and he just didn't embarrass himself when he spoke, which made Zhihao very grateful, and Zhihao hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted.
"Haha..., little brother, can't you hear it?" Director Wanshi looked at Zhihao and laughed loudly, "I don't have any skills, why should I embarrass you? I know a little about fists, kicks, strength, and hidden weapons.
But you are not proficient in any of them. That’s all. It’s rare for you to be so skilled at such a young age, and to be merciful to the eagle claw, which shows your great justice. But that eagle claw still scratched you, so I will take care of you on behalf of the eagle claw.
I can't help you little brother." After saying that, without waiting for Zhihao to say anything, he fisted his fists, sat down carelessly, and ignored Zhihao again.
Zhihao smiled gratefully and clasped his fists, "Brother Dong, you're so polite. Thank you, Brother Dong."
Director Wanshi was sitting on the sofa, looking at Zhihao, but he did not make any move, nor did he show any courtesy to Zhihao. At the same time, Zhihao saw Eagle Claw Li sitting next to Director Wanshi, and he also clasped his fists at him. Zhihao hurriedly clasped his fists
Return gift.
The hall fell into silence again for a while, with only pieces of wood scattered in the corners, as if witnessing the struggle just now. Although it was shocking, it was not thrilling.
Xueting's heart finally fell back into her belly. Still with timid surprise, she slowly walked to Zhihao with timid steps. A soft and cold hand quietly reached out to Zhihao's hand, and then
He grabbed it tightly.
Zhihao glanced at He Donghai with a respectful and sincere expression of asking for advice. He was very sincere. At least he gave He Donghai a clear attitude. He came here to calm things down and not to make trouble unreasonably.
The hall was quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to He Donghai in unison. It was time for the boss to make a statement. Especially Liu Xiaoyuan, whose eager eyes seemed extremely urgent, as if He Donghai's words and deeds determined his life or death.
He Donghai smiled slightly, his stern face still solemn, and he slowly stood up straight from behind the boss's desk. The eyes under his sword-shaped brows glowed with indifference, and the air was cold.
"Young man, your skills are indeed good. What a pity..." He Donghai sneered, "Don't think that no one can take you down because my Four Diamonds cherish their talents. It's too much to let you stand here carefree.
It seems that there is no one in my southern trench!"
"Mr. He..." Zhihao was about to speak, but was cut off by He Donghai, "Someone, get this kid!"
He Donghai shouted loudly, and instantly, to the surprise of everyone present, more than ten people rushed in, surrounding Zhihao and Xueting.
I saw more than ten people dressed in the same riot gear, camouflage uniforms, helmets, bulletproof vests, and high-waisted field boots. What was even more frightening was that each of them held a sniper rifle in their hands and wore a scope.
The kind of person who is well prepared and armed to the teeth.
The muzzles of the guns were all pointed at Zhihao. The long barrel of the gun showed how lethal it was. Each team member's right eye was leaning on the scope, his left hand was holding the gun body, and his right hand was already lightly pressing on the trigger.
Waiting for an order, all the guns were fired, beating Zhihao into a honeycomb.
Zhihao took a breath of cold air, and Xueting beside him had lost her beauty, and the hand in Zhihao's hand began to tremble slightly. Zhihao squeezed Xueting's hand gently, signaling Xueting to relax, but like this
In such a situation, can Xueting be able to relax?
The situation was changing rapidly, which Zhihao didn't expect. Now, in this situation, there is no way out, and there is no room for negotiation. Zhihao gritted his teeth secretly, and it seemed that this was the only way.
Zhihao pondered for a moment, looked at He Donghai, and said slowly, without panic or panic, "Mr. He, it was Zhihao who hurt your men. Zhihao offended Mr. He. When Mr. He asked about the crime, Zhihao did not run away.
But this matter has nothing to do with Meng Xueting. Zhihao has something to ask for, I wonder if Mr. He can agree to it?"
