Tsing Yi Street is very close to Tongpan Yamen, the straight-line distance is only 1 kilometer.
Lu Li arrived here by car and stopped on the side of the road to wait patiently.
At the same time, Xiaocha and Chen Zhizhong also arrived at the "Meeting Hall" early.
The place was noisy and full of people, including people from the patrol bureaus, traffic department, martial arts association, and the Wuwei Army, as well as the yamen related to public security. They were chatting and making connections.
Of course, Xiaocha was once again treated like a star.
Everyone was particularly concerned about her lifelong affairs, which made the girl miserable.
Fortunately, several senior officials and leaders arrived one after another, and everyone quickly stood up, not daring to say anything.
Xiaocha stared at the podium nervously.
I saw Zhang Tongpan sitting first on the right hand side, Xia Weixin and Jiang Haiyan sitting on the second and third seats respectively.
Fan Shouyi was the last one to arrive and walked unhurriedly towards the "explosive cylinder chair".
Xiaocha put her hand into her trouser pocket and grasped the remote control.
At the same time, he lowered his head, observed the target's movements with his peripheral vision, and was ready to detonate at any time.
But just as Fan Shouyi was about to take his seat, Zhang Tongpan suddenly stood up to greet him, and the two of them bowed and started chatting.
"Master Fan, I can't get through the Yangming Sutra. What's the problem?"
"Also, the Taiyin Lung Meridian in this hand is also a little uncomfortable..."
Zhang Tongpan asked two questions in succession, and Xia Weiyun looked disdainful next to him.
[As expected, this person likes to take advantage as rumored, and wants to prostitute himself for free. An inside view of a master who cultivates gods]
Jiang Haiyan also noticed this, with a hint of impatience on his face:
"Let's have a meeting first. If Zhang Tongpan has any questions, talk to Mr. Fan alone after the meeting."
"What Miss Jiang said is, then let's have a meeting."
Zhang Tongpai was respectful on his face, but he was slandering in his heart:
[Those who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, how can they understand our difficulties? How easy is it to meet a god-refining master]
But at this moment, Fan Shouyi took the initiative and said: "It's rare that Zhang Tongpan is in high spirits. I'll pay him a visit after the meeting."
The fetal breath of a dignified God Refiner unexpectedly descended from his body. Zhang Tongjian showed a playful look on his face and said pointedly: "Then I will respectfully welcome you."
Fan Shouyi also looked deeply at each other, and the two of them seemed to have kept silent about everything.
Xia Weiyun's expression turned cold: [They want to talk about promoting Bingposan!]
[The man surnamed Zhang is famous for his big appetite. Fan Shouyi came to visit him. He seemed to be in a hurry.]
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A group of senior officials and leaders were passing glasses on the stage, but they refused to take their seats, which made Xiaocha very anxious.
Chen Zhizhong stood next to him with a solemn face and his heart beating wildly:
【What on earth does this girl want to do?】
Yesterday, he only answered all Xiaocha's questions, but did not ask about specific plans. After all, the less we know about this kind of thing, the better.
Just when one of the two was anxious and the other uneasy, the big shots on the rostrum finally completed their communication.
Fan Shouyi also returned to his seat, shook his official robe and sat on the "explosive cylinder chair". His posture was very cool, but he was still thinking in his heart:
[Zhang He is in charge of criminal matters, so he is a very suitable candidate. But this old dog is greedy, and I am afraid he will make the lion open his mouth...]
At the same time, Xia Weiyun was also staring coldly, his eyes like knives.
Fan Shou looked back with a slight smile, his face a little sarcastic, and at the same time his butt touched the chair... and then his whole body suddenly trembled!
"No! It's [Spirit Sense] warning!!!"
The so-called spiritual sense, to put it bluntly, is the premonition of crisis. The god-refining monks have a clear mind and can easily detect dangers in the environment.
And a burst of fire really burst out from under Fan Shouyi's buttocks, proving the accuracy of his hunch.
It was Xiaocha who detonated the "anti-tank mine", which was quite timely.
But as soon as Fan Shou was prepared and had the "exchange" of martial arts cultivation, he had to jump out of the way with all his strength. The probability of saving his life was extremely high!
Fortunately, the laws of nature are clear and retribution will not be satisfactory.
Fan Shouyi was flirtatious and had a killer look in his eyes, which caused his energy to be distracted and his reaction to be 0.2 seconds slower.
It is these 0.2 seconds that become the difference between life and death!
I saw a dazzling column of flames spurting out from below, hitting Fan Shouyi's butt.
This was the directional blasting flame of an "anti-tank mine". As the instigator, Xiaocha was immediately delighted, but then his face turned pale!
It turns out that Fan Shou's integrated watch instantly appeared...a "honeycomb shield" composed of countless regular hexagons!?
This sci-fi scene is Fan Shouyi's body protection spell that he concentrated on with his mind, and it is also his last hope.
It's a pity that this thing is good at blocking bullets, but it's really not good enough when faced with directional blasts that can destroy tanks.
The "honeycomb shield" was easily penetrated by the air waves and turned into fluorescence and dissipated.
Fan Shou screamed miserably and was engulfed by the flames.
In the violent explosion, a big hole was opened in the roof, and gravel and rubble crashed down.
Everyone screamed and ran away, and the three senior officials were far away in a flash.
Xia Weiyun looked shocked at first, but then he became happy:
"What a trick! Even "Six Colors of the Virtual Realm" was easily penetrated! Fan Shouyi should be dead."
Jiang Haiyan shouted in a hissing voice: "Where's Mr. Fan! Check if Mr. Fan is okay!"
The sound rolled out, suppressing the panic. Everyone looked around and soon found Fan Shouyi in the ruins.
He looked dull, but he didn't have any injuries. Apart from being dirty, he didn't seem to be seriously injured?
Jiang Haiyan stepped forward and said urgently: "Master Fan, are you okay?"
Fan Shou murmured: "Fart, my butt hurts..."
Jiang Haiyan looked at his butt, and his expression changed drastically - Fan Shouyi's part below the navel was gone!
All the internal organs were exposed, and it was only the strong vitality of the marrow cleansing state that kept him alive.
But with this kind of injury, even if he is in the Xiantian realm, he will die, it's just a matter of time.
Jiang Haiyan was trembling all over and said in a trembling voice: "Thieves! Thieves! How brave! Blatantly assassinate the imperial official!"
During the Chinese New Year, Lu Li gave her a big gift. She probably shouldn't think about it this year.
At this time, Fan Shouyi was still whispering that his butt hurt.
Xia Weiyun thought about this person's face and joked: "Master Fan, you have no butt, you shouldn't feel pain anymore~"
As soon as these words came out, Fan Shouyi's originally dull expression suddenly condensed, and his eyes stared over, blooming with bright stars!
The next moment, a sharp roar was heard, and the "peach wood sword" shot out from the waist, slashing Xia Weiyun straight!
"It's not me who did it. Don't point it at me when you look back!"
Xia Weiyun dodged sideways, and the Taomu Sword passed by his arm dangerously.
It seemed like she was fine, but after only half a second, blood spurted out from her arm, leaving a big gash!
The Taomu sword turned nimbly like a bird, and then the sword blasted out a sonic boom shock wave and slashed over!
Xia Weiyun didn't dare to take the fight head-on, so he quickly dodged to the side, but he didn't get through completely, and a bloody gash was opened on his waist.
The body of the blood-replaced warrior who is immune to rifle bullets is as fragile as a potato!
Others were even more afraid of being accidentally injured, so they hid far away and did not dare to get close.
With the speed of sound, dexterity, sharpness, and a certain amount of intelligence, this flying sword is extremely terrifying!
Xiaocha secretly rejoiced that she didn't have a direct conflict.
After all, it was a flashback. After three strikes, the Taomu Sword lost its power and started to tilt.
Fan Shouyi reluctantly made a hand seal, causing the mahogany sword to fly back, piercing his forehead and stirring at the same time.
Shockingly, he died on his own, or his body and soul were destroyed!
Seeing this scene, Zhang Tongpan's face was full of regret: "The soul of the fetal breath realm is wasted."