This guy was looking in the direction of the corridor entrance, and I turned my head to look, and then I heard the sound of the door opening.
Two people came up, and when I saw the man behind Manager Qu, I was so scared that my soul flew out of my head! I quickly ducked and hid in the room.
It turned out to be 50% off... Master.
Long time no see, Master Zhe is still the same, with a crew cut, eyes, a slightly awkward walking posture, and his thick book under his arm.
The crowd whispered: "Who is this? Why don't you recognize him?"
"Idiot, you haven't seen it yet? This must be the new janitor's discount. I heard that he is also a master of swordsmanship. This is fair to the sword boy. The superiors sent him here to take advantage of this opportunity.
Establish authority.”
"Do you think this guy can do it? Why do I feel like he doesn't have much momentum?"
"I don't know. I've never seen this person take action. I hope he can do it. Otherwise, our money will be wasted."
The people detained here are all people from three religions and nine streams. They have been locked up for too long, and most of them have a sense of hostility hidden in their hearts.
Daowazi sounded the war gong, which was undoubtedly like a flame touching dry wood, instantly igniting the atmosphere.
"Damn it! Daowazi is so good!"
"What kind of gatekeeper! What kind of top master! Hack them all to death!"
"Come on, come on! Anyone who wants to make a fortune will buy it and leave!"
A gambler opened a game and acted as the banker, shouting that he should place his bet quickly.
Although these people loudly expressed their support for Daowazi, almost without exception, they all bought and the gatekeeper won.
There are ones for five yuan, one yuan, and even a few cents.
I didn't participate, but I saw that there was only one exception, and that was this guy next to me. He had a knife.
He bet five dollars and then said: "This is all my property. I support Daowazi. Young people need encouragement."
"Quiet! Stop making noise!"
Manager Qu shouted loudly. He looked at Dao Wazi and said coldly: "Changchun rules, fair duel, life and death are determined by God, no regrets."
Daowazi stared at Master Zhe and replied firmly: "I will never regret it!"
"Okay! Take your knife!"
A Miao knife with a leather sheath flew over from the air. Daowazi raised his hand and firmly grasped the long knife.
His eyes were nostalgic, he stroked the blade and murmured: "Good brother, we haven't seen each other for twenty years..."
This knife is very long, visually estimated to be about 1.5 meters.
The moment he touched the knife, Daowazi's eyes became extremely sharp.
I saw him holding the long knife behind his back with one hand, flicking his thumb upwards, and suddenly the cold light came out of the sheath! The sharp Miao knife spun around in the air and was firmly held in his hand.
There was a loud clap of applause behind me, and I heard Fei Wuchang praising: "Okay, just this one move of the sword shows twenty years of skill."
"Why the hell are you following me?"
"Who is following you? Why are you hiding here? Are you afraid to see people?"
"I....!"
I was too lazy to pay attention to him. This man always smelled bad, so I quickly stayed away from him.
I hid behind the door and poked my head out to take a look.
It's too early now, Master Zhe's position is unclear, and I can't expose it yet.
Daowazi's man and knife are one, and there seems to be no flaw in that direction.
He pointed forward with the tip of the knife and said coldly: "Come on, don't hold your hands back. I heard that you also use a knife. Where is your knife?"
Master Fold didn't waste any time. He opened the thick book on the spot and took out his seven or eight-inch long folding knife.
