"Who is this person? Why does he release flames? Does he have the same ability as Wuqing?"
Zhuiming kicked the flames and fell to the ground. He was very shocked when he saw the figure leaving quickly.
Wang Jian put away his spear and took out a red spear again and stuck it on the ground: "It should be An Shigeng. I can't forget that guy's laughter."
Of course, he had never actually met An Shigeng, but after watching the movie, he would naturally recognize him.
Zhui Ming was shocked by this: "I didn't expect An Shigeng to be so powerful."
"Normally, his father An Yunshan is the truly terrifying one. He absorbs kung fu with one hand and absorbs the true energy of countless warriors. Many masters have fallen into his hands."
"How can it be!"
Ignoring Zhui's shock, he turned around and walked towards the workshop: "How is it impossible? How much do you know about Anjia? There must be an ulterior motive for people to hide it so deeply. Now that they are attacking the market with counterfeit currency, it is nothing more than motivating the people.
Panic, when the country becomes unstable, there will be an opportunity to take advantage of it!"
"No way!"
Zhui Ming felt that the news he got today was too exaggerated, and he was shocked one after another. He didn't even know if what Wang Jian said was true, but it seemed very possible.
"You are the richest man in the world, and with Cai Xiang as your backer, you can risk ruining your current life of luxury and lust. What else can you pursue?"
Zhui Ming was silent. Indeed, in this life, what people pursue is nothing more than fame, fortune, power and beauty.
The An family is the richest man. He has long been tired of fame, wealth and beauty. The only thing he can pursue is probably power.
The best shortcut to chasing power is of course rebellion.
When you become the emperor, you are the one who controls the greatest power in the world. This is what ambitious people want to do most.
Roar!
At this moment, a roar came from the workshop, and it sounded like a cold-blooded roar.
Once he encounters a problem, he can only yell or transform, and his routine has been established.
Wang Jian and Zhui Ming looked at each other in shock and rushed in, only to see Leng Xue chop a man's head into pieces with a sword.
The man's body actually turned into a little bit of ashes and scattered around.
At the same time, Lengxue lowered his head and hugged a woman who was lying in a pool of blood. He quickly picked her up and ran out of the workshop: "She is still alive."
"Help!"
Zhuiming hurriedly stepped forward to help. Wang Jian did not follow him, but stayed in the workshop to check the situation.
The workshops are filled with the corpses of the six-door policemen, and the butterflies are also dead, and they die with their eyes open.
And where Han Long turned into ashes, the traces looked quite obvious.
Wang Jian thought about what kind of soldier Han Long seemed to have been trained into before. He looked similar to a zombie or zombie, completely unconscious but with fighting instincts.
A very strange species, but he has no interest in it.
It is true that this thing requires dead people to refine it, and it is made with golden needles placed in the back of the head. It has great flaws and is ineffective. It is not known how much resources will be spent to specifically refine it.
If you have this time, you might as well spend time with Michaela and the others. When you really need to use it, it will be on ordinary occasions.
A truly powerful warrior is useless. For example, Zhuge Zhengwo, knowing his weakness, turned hundreds of monsters into ashes with one move.
He reached out and picked up the two golden needles on the ground, and left the workshop without looking at the dead butterflies.
When we returned to Shenhou Mansion, the hall was busy treating Ji Yaohua.
Although he and Qingwu had no favorable impressions of Ji Yaohua, and because of them, people in the Shenhou Mansion also had doubts about Ji Yaohua.
But human life is at stake. Before there is any evidence, how could Zhuge Zhengwo, Qing Qing and the others ignore death and refuse to save him?
Qingwu even used mind-reading skills to stimulate Ji Yaohua's brain, allowing Ji Yaohua who was in shock to recover to a certain extent.
Wang Jian nodded at Qing Qing, who had finished his work, and came to Zhuge Zhengwo; "Sir, this is the golden needle found from the fly ash that Han Long turned into. I suspect that it is this kind of thing that controls Han Long."
Zhuge Zhengwo took the golden needle and looked at it suspiciously.
Tie Shou next to him said in surprise: "Han Long? Isn't he dead?"
"That's true, but when my subordinates and Zhui Ming rushed into the workshop, they saw Han Long being beaten to death in cold blood."
Lengxue on the side saw that Ji Yaohua seemed to have stabilized and passed the dangerous period, and his mentality became more relaxed: "Yes, that is indeed Han Long. I will not admit it. And he seems to be very problematic, and he is still injured."
I can recover very quickly.”
"He turned into powder at the end, which was so weird!"
Zhuge Zhengwo, Tie Shou and the others frowned. The former held the golden needle and his thoughts were racing.
At this moment, the big wolf rushed into the hall: "Sir, it's not good, the people from the six doors are coming to kill you."
Everyone was shocked and rushed out of the hall towards the door.
At this moment, the gate of the compound was suddenly smashed open by people from the Six Gates. Dayong and the newly recruited policemen were pushed directly open, while resisting the impact of the people from the Six Gates, they retreated.
Zhui Ming and Tie Shou were extremely fast and rushed forward to strike.
Naturally, Wang Jian would not let go of such an opportunity. He shocked Baili with a palm and smashed the shield of a six-door policeman, causing the man to fly backwards.
If he hadn't specifically withdrawn his strength and focused on attacking the shield, otherwise this person would not just be smashed away.
Wang Jian made a successful move and kicked another shield.
The six-door policeman was immediately kicked out and fell into the crowd, causing a small commotion.
He is like a tiger among sheep, and there is no single enemy under his feet.
The same goes for Death Chaser and Iron Hand, they are very brutal.
"Fire the crossbow!"
Cen Chong, who was at Six Doors, saw Wang Jian and the others showing off their power and shouted in a low voice to give orders.
The policemen at the six gates lined up in three rows at the courtyard gate took out their crossbows and attacked Wang Jian and others.
Zhui Ming quickly waved his hand for Dayong and others to enter the room: "Hide quickly."
Wang Jian shouted coldly, his whole body full of vitality, he looked at the crossbow arrows fired, and saw the dragon roaring out of the field.
The dragon roared loudly, and faintly, the true energy turned into a dragon-shaped energy, blocking the crossbow arrows in front of him.
When other crossbow arrows were about to be fired into the living room, an invisible force resisted them all, and even turned around and shot in the original direction.
"stop!"
Zhuge Zhengga, who had been beaten up by others but never spoke out, stopped drinking immediately when he saw his own family members attacking others.
Wu Qing was brought up by him, so he naturally obeyed his words, and the crossbow arrows came to an abrupt stop within a few centimeters of the numerous six-door policemen.
The originally arrogant six-door detectives were all covered in cold sweat, their faces contorted with fear.
When the crossbow arrows fell one after another, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Jian stopped the burst of palm power, thinking of Zhuge Zhengwo, and shook his head helplessly.
That's the bad thing about being a gentleman, you can only be bullied by others, you can't bully others yourself.
Often favorable situations are blocked by one's own people, and then countless disasters will occur, hurting others and hurting oneself.