Chapter 762 No need to discuss if there is no money
Hong Kong Island, Mu Yufeng.
There is a Buddha on the top of the peak, called Tan Buddha.
This Buddha is entirely made of bronze, weighs 520 tons and is 38 meters tall, making it the tallest in the world.
This is also the most famous scenic spot on Hong Kong Island.
But today, from early in the morning, the entire scenic spot was closed directly.
A large number of police officers cordoned off the entire Mu Yufeng.
After these police officers completed the blockade, there was no movement.
The altar Buddha is towering, with a huge head that can accommodate thirty to fifty people.
Zheng Junxi sat paralyzed on the Buddha's head, terrified and covered in chaff.
It's too scary.
From here, nothing can be seen around it, only the sky.
The feeling of not touching the sky and not touching the earth is enough to scare a few people to death.
The worst thing is that the mountain wind is very strong, making it difficult to speak.
Su Mu was five meters away from him, and there was actually a comfortable chair under his buttocks. There was a coffee table next to him, and there was no shortage of snacks, tea, and everything else.
It's actually really steaming.
Zheng Junxi's brain was shut down and he simply forgot to think about how Su Mu brought these things up.
He was awake the whole time and did not pass out.
But there are no such memories.
Even if it is sent up by helicopter, it will take a lot of manpower.
At first, Zheng Junxi had to press a few words, and if the threats didn't work, he would use inducements, and if the inducements didn't work, he would plead.
Unfortunately, Su Mu ignored him at all.
The time has come to nine o'clock in the morning.
The people at the foot of the mountain were heavily prepared.
First the police enforced martial law, and then the Flying Tigers surrounded the Buddha.
Then the entire Hong Kong Island Police Force was dispatched, and the director in charge of security also came. It can be said that we did not take it lightly.
Of course, external news must be blocked and limited to those who attended the Zheng family's birthday banquet.
Immediately afterwards, people from the Zheng family also came.
However, everyone was helpless.
The altar of Buddha is shiny and fifty meters high. Who knows how the other party got up there.
The two helicopters hovering overhead transmitted the real-time picture of the Buddha's head, and the Zheng family finally escaped from spewing blood.
The police remained silent.
Well, we are just here to make soy sauce.
Even if it isn't, it must be.
The other party is simply not a human being.
By the way, how did he get up there?
In the scene from the Buddha's head, Zheng Junxi was shaken by the strong wind and could not stand still. The boy waved his little hand and poured out a cup of tea. The white smoke did not even move, as if there was a void barrier around him.
By the way, what kind of person is this kind of ancient warrior?
He is the kind of fierce man in Hong Kong movies who flies up with his legs and punches the mountain in the air, causing half of the mountain to collapse.
What about internal strength and true energy, what about beating cattle across mountains, what about carrying bullets with one's body.
It's all so true.
It is said that the gold medal instructor of the police force is not even qualified to lick someone's feet.
This kind of person can be smashed by an armored vehicle, but my small body can't be torn into pieces in a minute?
The offerings from the Zheng family also came.
There are several hunched old guys who can be knocked down by the wind when they walk. It is said that they are also ancient warriors.
This time, let’s watch a show.
The ancient warriors enshrined by the Zheng family are basically the lowest among the ancient warriors, but for ordinary people, they are still extremely powerful.
In everyone's dumbfounded eyes, a few old guys in their twilight years, half-stepping into the coffin board, actually flew up the stairs to the sky of the Mu Yufeng Altar Buddha at a speed faster than a hundred-meter flying man.
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This scene has subverted many people's views.
There is a line between ancient warriors and ordinary people.
From the helicopter overhead, the camera captured the ancient warrior enshrined by the Zheng family who had just rushed to the altar of Buddha. The high-speed camera captured Su Mu as if he were a child's play by himself, spinning in circles to one against many, and several old guys were in a panic. The rat scurried away in a panic.
In the first round, the Zheng family was completely defeated.
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Cai, the chief steward of the Zheng family, appeared at the foot of the mountain accompanied by someone respectfully.
That's an old man.
He has white beard and hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his whole person exudes an air of immortality.
"Who is this?"
"How do I know?"
"Look at the wealthy uncle of the Chen family, he looks like a grandson."
"Baby, keep your voice down."
"I've become stupid. These people are simply superhuman. I decided to resign and go to learn from my master."
A group of Flying Tigers elites were taking shifts on one side. Those who were taking a break had cigarettes in their mouths, drank coffee, and were leisurely as if on an outing, whispering to each other.
"Do you think existences like them are more powerful than America's superheroes?"
"What kind of superhero? That's a comic book. This is ancient martial arts. Is the Chinese magic good?"
The guy who was rebutted rolled his eyes and then sighed:
"My mother, I really didn't expect that one person could be so powerful."
At this time, the immortal old man suddenly spoke.
His speaking voice was not loud, but his penetrating power was extremely powerful.
The foot of the mountain was at least a thousand meters away from the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind was strong, but every word he spoke could be transmitted to everyone's ears very clearly.
"Little friend, I, Haokong, was an idler in the mountains and died in service to the Zheng family. Can I fight?"
There is no momentum in this sentence, and there is even an indescribable gentleness. Anyone who hears it can feel a warmth in their hearts.
Su Mu, who was standing on the Buddha's head, was slightly startled.
Sure enough, it came.
Haokong?
There is nothing about the sect of ancient Eastern warriors that Su Mu doesn't know.
As strong as Haokong, how can it be nameless?
Even his power has completely surpassed the peak of innate Dzogchen and has broken through to the divine realm.
And most likely, this is all a disguise.
But his identity should have been separated from the Blood Society.
There is another possibility, that is - this Haokong is a super master that Feng Qingxuan and the others secretly found from the Hall of Heroes through some channel to deal with them.
These people probably don't have high backgrounds and don't have many connections. They are even nobles or even commoners in the Hall of Valor, and they still exist incognito.
No one traces their existence, and no one cares about them even after they die.
But any one of these super masters has the terrifying power to easily kill a super sect.
Sure enough, Feng Qingxuan and others did not disappoint him.
They can't stand upright and have learned the tricks.
The Zheng family are just poor people trying their tricks.
Su Mu looked at Junxi with an earthy face and smiled:
"Mr. Zheng, tell me, how much money is your family willing to pay to redeem your life?"
Zheng Junxi said tremblingly:
"Don't kill me, my grandfather will definitely give you money."
Su Mu laughed, stood up from the chair, and yelled at the foot of the mountain:
"You can fight, but you have to pay. If you don't have money, we won't talk."
Uncle Cai stood next to Haokong with a low eyebrow, but a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.
Hit the street!
Do you dare to be so presumptuous when you are about to die?
Haokong took a step forward and raised his voice:
"Little friend, if I am defeated, you can ask for anything from the Zheng family."
"I don't believe your nonsense, let the head of the Zheng family prove it."
Uncle Cai's face turned pale and he waved gently.
In the car that followed, a middle-aged man carrying a briefcase quickly got out and handed him a document.
The terms are listed above.
If Su Mu loses, it goes without saying that he will die.
Haokong lost, and the Zheng family's property was really at Su Muyu's disposal.
The Flying Tigers used a helicopter to deliver the contract as if facing a formidable enemy. After reading it, Su Mu laughed and did not return it to the other party. He just put it away and yelled: