"Yes." Gong Feixue nodded slightly, nestled in Wang Fan's arms, and the two turned away.
Their shadows were long in the moonlight, and there was a hint of indescribable sadness and loneliness in Gong Feixue's eyes.
Isolated and helpless, she was left with only Wang Fan.
The two went to a five-star hotel and got a presidential suite.
The purpose of going to a five-star hotel is simple, because five-star hotels are relatively safe.
Anyone who can open a five-star hotel has an unusual background. No matter how arrogant the Northwest Wolf King is, he will still be afraid.
Inside the room, Gong Feixue looked gloomy and depressed.
Wang Fan no longer had that kind of thoughts and could only accompany him quietly.
The two drank some wine and fell asleep quickly.
However, Wang Fan was destined not to sleep peacefully this night.
He had just fallen asleep when he received a call from Mo Wenrou. The words on the phone made him lose all sleep.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Gong Feixue was also woken up. Seeing Wang Fan's expression, she couldn't help but ask.
"The Wolf King of the Northwest and Hei Ye are fighting. You have a good rest here and don't go out. I'll go take a look." Wang Fan said to Gong Feixue.
"Then be careful." After Gong Feixue said that, he suddenly stood up and lightly tapped Wang Fan's forehead, "I'll wait for you to come back."
"Okay." Wang Fan nodded, instead of being gentle with Gong Feixue, he put on his clothes and quickly left the hotel.
The night is dark and windy.
Lang Yan, wearing a black armor, left the Prairie Pastoral with eight northwest warriors and went straight to the Ziye Tea House.
The eight fierce men all held bright sharp knives in their hands, the light was dazzling, and their faces were full of fear.
Lang Yan was holding a white canvas bag in his hand, which contained his homemade explosives.
Tonight's battle is a battle for his honor and a battle for his rise and rectification of his name.
If he does well, he will completely replace Lang Jiang and become the
A character specially trained for the Wolf King.
Therefore, he did not dare to slack off and could only succeed and not fail.
Not only did he want to blow up the Ziye Teahouse, he also wanted to find a way to kill Master Hei to prove his strength.
They parked the car a few kilometers away from the Ziye Tea House, then got out of the car and ran towards the Ziye Tea House.
Lang Yan didn't know that while they were rushing to Ziye Teahouse, Master Hei had also sent thirty dead soldiers to kill Prairie Pastoral.
Ten minutes later, Lang Yan and his party approached the Ziye Tea House.
With a wave of his hand, the eight people quickly dispersed and hid in eight corners outside the Ziye Teahouse, waiting for help.
Lang Yan, on the other hand, put on a silk scarf, covered his face, and ran towards the Ziye Tea House in a swagger.
"Who are you?" At the door of Ziye Tea House, two sturdy men realized something was wrong and were about to ask questions.
Lang Yan suddenly rushed forward, holding the explosive in his left hand, and suddenly pulled out the iron rod with his right hand and blasted it out.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and a burly man fell to the ground instantly, with blood flowing all over his face.
His head had been smashed and was a mass of flesh and blood.
Lang Yan didn't pause, and with a backhand wave, the iron rod flew towards another big man like thunder and lightning.
The big man was not slow to react. He took two steps back to avoid the iron bar bombardment and was about to shout for an enemy attack.
However, a dagger suddenly shot out of Lang Jiang's sleeve. The dagger broke through the air and pierced the big man's throat like lightning.
The big man grumbled a few times in his throat, fell to the ground with a thump, and made no sound again.
"Trash!" Lang Yan pushed the two of them aside, scolded him with disdain, opened the door with a stick, and dodged directly in.
The lobby on the first floor of Ziye Tea House,
Dozens of fierce men have already been ambushed, and each of them looks like a wolf and a tiger, watching eagerly.
Obviously, Master Hei was also afraid that the Northwest Wolf King would attack at night, so he made preparations in advance.
When dozens of fierce men saw Lang Yan intruding, their eyes flashed fiercely, and they rushed towards Langjiang madly, their roars shaking the sky.
Lang Yan was just stunned for a moment, then grinned.
He put away the iron rod, suddenly pulled the bomb out of the bag, and threw it out brutally.
"I'll give you a big gift!" He smiled ferociously and quickly ran out of the tea house. After running more than ten meters away, he directly pressed the remote control button.
boom!
There was a loud noise and flames shot into the sky.
Those dozens of fierce men were directly blown over, their limbs and broken arms flying everywhere, and blood flowed all over the sky. Some of the unlucky ones were directly blown into a bloody mess, and quickly disappeared in the firelight, with no bones left.
Screams, roars, curses, howls, etc., all kinds of sounds came from Ziye Tea House, it was so miserable.
There were also some people who jumped out from the third and second floors of the Ziye Tea House. These people who were able to come out were all fierce generals under Hei Ye. Otherwise, they would not have been able to react so quickly.
"Kill!" Lang Yan laughed ferociously, shouted the word "kill", picked up the iron rod, and took the lead.
At the same time, the other eight people also quickly stood up, holding sharp knives in their hands, and killed the nearest enemy to them.
For a time, the sky was filled with murderous intent.
Plop, plop!
Leveraging the residual power of the bomb, the nine men of Lang Yan were like nine gods of war, unstoppable.
One after another, fierce men fell at their feet, and their clothes were soon dyed red with blood.
Of course, under the crazy counterattack of those fierce men, they also lost. But relatively speaking, they were much better.
Lang Yan trudged even more wildly, with unparalleled bravery.
Iron rod waved, blood
The flow continued, and the iron rod in his hand was like the sickle of death, reaping the lives of the enemies again and again, which was extremely terrifying.
In just twenty minutes, all the fierce generals who rushed out of the tea house were wiped out, and no one was left alive. On Lang Yan's side, only one man was killed and two were seriously injured.
However, even so, Lang Yan was not happy. He frowned and couldn't help asking, "There's no one around anymore. Have you seen Master Hei?"
Master Hei is the target of Lang Yan's trip. He is not satisfied if Master Hei does not die.
"No." The seven fierce men shook their heads.
"Evacuate!" Lang Yan gave the decisive order without asking any questions, waving his hand and leading everyone to evacuate.
The fighting was so fierce and the police would be dispatched soon. He didn't want to make the same mistake as Lang Jiang.
At the end of the battle here, Prairie Pastoral was also attacked by thirty dead soldiers.
These thirty dead soldiers were all carefully trained by Master Hei. Each one of them was completely loyal to Master Hei and had extraordinary fighting prowess.
Moreover, since he is a dead soldier, to put it bluntly, he is not afraid of death and does not care about his life. Compared with ordinary gangsters, he has the courage and consciousness to fight to the death.
Thirty dead soldiers rushed in crazily, and soon they were fighting with the fierce generals of the Northwest Wolf King.
In just a few minutes, more than a dozen dead soldiers killed eight of the Wolf King's fierce generals at the cost of their lives.
The battle was fierce!
"Damn it, I'm looking for death!" The Northwest Wolf King looked at this scene and was extremely angry, raging with rage.
The madness of the dead warrior inspired the bloodiness and ferocity of the Wolf King!
With a ferocious laugh, the Northwest Wolf King directly grabbed a door, tore it open with brute force, and then killed the dead soldiers.
The heavy door panel, in the hands of the Northwest Wolf King, was like a wooden stick, dancing up and down and flying sideways.
In just a few seconds, five dead soldiers were smashed to death under the door. Their deaths were miserable.