The afterglow of the sun shone on the earth, turning it red.
The siege was long overdue when smoke was rising from cooking fires, but there was no longer the grand scene of every household lighting fires and cooking. Only a few chimneys were emitting firewood smoke, and more people gathered in the square in front of the gate, surrounding the entire square with water leakage.
No way. In front of each handicap in the siege city, there are also crowds of people. People who placed bets hold their betting tickets in their hands, waiting for the final result.
"Why haven't you come back yet?"
"Are you impatient? Brother, who did you bet on?"
The person being asked suddenly said arrogantly: "It goes without saying that, of course, Instructor Yan is a third-level warrior. If even that useless... oh, even Master Zhou can't win, it would be unreasonable. Although
The odds are a bit low, but the money you can win with certainty should not be wasted.”
The questioner was in a different mood again. He was holding the bet on Zhou Zhengying in his hand. When he heard what the other party said, his palms became sweaty.
Basically, the people who bet on Zhou Zheng's win are those who have received small favors from Zhou Zheng, and they placed their bets out of a sense of repaying the favor. Some people bet more, some less, but overall, Zhou Zheng's support rate is really good.
It's not high, probably less than 10%.
On the other hand, Yan Baixun's voice was not as loud as Zhou Zheng's.
In the square in front of the gate, Yan Chuan was like a smiling Buddha, chatting cordially with the people around him. As he was in charge of the logistics of the entire siege, he definitely controlled everyone's lifeline. His position was second only to Zhou Hongqiang in terms of importance.
After Yu Jianzhong, he is one of the three giants in the besieged city.
"Manager Yan, congratulations, congratulations."
"It's true that a tiger's father has no dog's son!"
The various compliments made Yan Chuan's eyes narrow. Who doesn't like his son to be praised by others? As a father, what he wants to see most is not how great his own achievements are, but what his son can achieve.
What an achievement.
Yan Chuan was very popular in the city. He smiled and did an ancient fist-holding ceremony and said, "Everyone is so complimentary. The results of the competition haven't come out yet. It's too early to draw this conclusion. It's too early."
Even though Yan Chuan said this, the people around him were still full of compliments.
What's the harm in flattering someone for such an obvious thing? It's just a matter of moving the congratulations ahead of time.
…
The administrative center of the siege.
Zhou Hongqiang used a piece of dust-free cloth to wipe the long knife in his hand carefully until the light shone, then he sheathed the long knife, then stood up and sighed softly, walked to the window, put his hands behind his hands and looked at the distance.
In the square in front of the door, the inner complexity is not as simple as it appears.
"Zheng'er really bet all the star crystals and gold on himself?"
Standing behind Zhou Hongqiang, such a benchmark-like strong man replied with his "humming" voice: "Chief, yes."
Zhou Hongqiang's movement of his hands did not change, but he murmured: "Where does Zheng'er get his confidence? What he has to face is Yan Baixun, the son of Yan Chuan, who has the third level of martial arts strength." But when he thought of something, he gently
He shook his head, so what about Yan Chuan's son, no matter what happened to Zhou Zheng, as Zhou Zheng's father, he would help take care of it.
The strong man behind said: "Chief, won't you wait for the young master to come back?"
"Only those who lack confidence and love to show off will jump out. I have confidence in Zheng'er, so why bother disrupting his game time?"
At this moment, Zhou Hongqiang felt a surge of domineering self-confidence.
Zhou Hongqiang knows Zhou Zheng best. Although his strength is not good, once he really does it, he will definitely be surprised. In the past two years, why has he not hesitated to consume a lot of star power and use it on Zhou Zheng?
, he is confident and believes that he can break through and become a warrior.
He has not given up for two years, so how could he not believe in Zhou Zheng at this time?
"But you should still send some people to maintain order in the square in front of the gate and protect Zheng'er."
The strong man accepted the order and strode away.
Zhou Hongqiang's eyes jumped to the outside of the city: "At this time, they should also be back, right?" However, Zhou Hongqiang's mind was not on the competition, but on his face with worry. In this position, he had already foreseen it.
What.
A storm is brewing.
…
On the lower slope of the besieged city, someone had been waiting here for a long time.
On the avenue of the crop field, Yan Boxun, dressed in white, stood on a large truck. The small truck was moving slowly. Under the breeze, Yan Boxun had already changed out of his tattered clothes. His white clothes were fluttering. He was indescribably elegant and free, which could definitely arouse
Women all over the city screamed.
The back of the truck was covered with a piece of green canvas, making it difficult to see what was inside.
However, Yan Baixun's faint self-confidence does not need to be thought about, and he knows the prey inside makes Young Master Yan full of self-confidence.
"Instructor Yan is back!"
"Young Master Yan is back!"
When sharp-eyed people saw Yan Baixun from a distance, they immediately shouted. The crowd at the originally quiet downhill intersection became excited.
Yan Baixun smiled and waved, a hero returning in triumph.
Soon, the news spread to the square in front of the door.
When the truck drove in from the gate of the besieged city, the people in the square in front of the gate became excited, especially the people who bought Yan Baixun's winnings. They were holding their bets and screaming. Looking at Yan Baoxun's confident look, who could not look at it?
Is Instructor Yan sure to win this time? He needs a truck to transport the prey back, which seems to be a reassurance for everyone.
Yan Baixun jumped out of the truck and landed deftly on the ground.
"Are you injured?"
At this moment, Yan Chuan was extremely satisfied with his son.
"Don't worry, these strange beasts can't hurt me yet." Yan Baixun only has a small mark on his face, which was caught by a civet cat. It does not affect his handsomeness. Anyway, it adds a different kind of beauty, like a medal.
generally.
Yan Chuan nodded and said, "That's good. How about it? Are you sure about it?"
Speaking of this, Yan Baixun's face was full of confidence, and his eyes flashed with pride: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely let this waste know what a warrior is." Thinking of the prey in the car, Yan Baixun became excited.
This time, Zhou Zheng, a good-for-nothing, would never be able to step down and become the laughing stock of the whole city.
When Yan Chuan saw Yan Baixun being so confident, he just smiled.
Although Yan Baixun called Zhou Zheng a waste, which was a bit disrespectful to the leader Zhou Hongqiang, but what else? Waste is a waste. In the new world, the strong are respected. Even if Zhou Hongqiang knew it, he would only acquiesce to this fact.
"Okay, you take a rest first and wait until he...he comes back. Then I'll have someone call you."
Yan Baixun was really a little tired, so he didn't shirk and nodded in agreement.
…
On the secondary highway leading to the besieged city, electric cars drove silently, picking up fallen leaves on the road.
"Master Zhou, I believe you will win the game."
A third-level warrior had a look of reverence on his face. He was driving an electric car, and Zhou Zheng was sitting on the passenger seat. Zhou Zheng's prey was placed on the trunk at the back, almost filling the entire trunk.
Not only that, but the rear seats were also folded down, and the Shadow Wolf King was barely put down.
The smell of blood emitted by the Shadow Wolf King was so strong that the entire car was filled with this smell of blood.
But this warrior didn't pay attention at all, but was filled with excitement.
Zhou Zheng looked indifferent and said flatly: "I hope, who knows."
This warrior was a bit honest and said: "Anyway, I think the young master can definitely win." Anyone who has been hanging out in Shadow Wolf Ridge all year round doesn't know how terrifying the Shadow Wolf King is. He thought that when he saw the Shadow Wolf King, he immediately jumped up
He would turn around and run away without even having the courage to fight.
Electric cars soon appeared in front of the siege, which also caused a stir.
The voices of "Master Zhou is back" rise and fall with each other.
And this sound also successfully triggered the excitement of the people who had been waiting for a long time in the entire besieged city. They knew that the real climax was coming soon.
Like gamblers waiting for the lottery draw, each one holds their gambling ticket tightly.
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