If he were alone, Ma Feng would never have any hesitation, and he would naturally make his determination clear by dying.
"Brother, do you still remember what we said when we came out? We four brothers don't want to be born on the same day in the same year, but we want to die on the same day. Zhang Long and Chen Xiao are both dead. What's the point of living for the two of us?"
Wang Chao said disdainfully, having already put life and death aside.
"Besides, even if they let us go, what path can we take?" Wang Chao said.
They have followed Mr. Zhuang all their lives. Now, Uncle Qian's premise of letting them live has made it impossible for them to continue to work for Mr. Zhuang.
So what other path can they take?
Leaving the provincial capital?
Of course, with their abilities, they can live well no matter where they go.
But, will Mr. Zhuang let them go?
If they run away, they are running away, and they are running away with their whole family...
Ma Feng sighed and looked at Uncle Qian: "Kill us."
Uncle Qian's face was a bit unbearable. Ma Feng was not a bad person. To put it bluntly, he just followed the wrong person.
"By the way, remember not to tell Rakshasa that I am still alive."
Ma Feng said suddenly, as if saying his last words.
Uncle Qian waved his hand, as if to say his final farewell. Just when the monkey was about to shoot, groups of people rushed up from the foot of the mountain.
They have been waiting for a long time.
When the group of people all came to the front of Uncle Qian, they stopped and made way for them.
Mr. Zhuang, holding a dragon-headed stick in his hand, slowly walked forward.
"Mr. Zhuang..."
Seeing Mr. Zhuang, Ma Feng and Wang Chao shouted at the same time. They lowered their heads and looked like they had done something wrong.
They had not completed the tasks assigned by Mr. Zhuang, so they naturally felt a little guilty.
Mr. Zhuang gave a faint hum and said, "Step back."
"Mr. Zhuang, we deserve to die for not completing the task you gave us." Ma Feng said with a face.
Mr. Zhuang said with an indifferent expression: "You have all tried your best. It is our skills that are inferior to others. There is nothing to complain about. You don't need to blame yourself. After all, victory or defeat is a common thing in the military."
"Take the bodies of Zhang Long and Chen Xiao back and give them a proper burial."
"Also, arrange a doctor to treat Ma Feng."
Mr. Zhuang finished speaking calmly, took a step forward, and looked at Uncle Qian: "Old Qian, you ran out, what will Mr. Lu do?"
Uncle Qian squinted his eyes and smiled: "I know very well that your purpose this time is to attack the east and west and send Ma Feng and others to deal with us. In fact, your real purpose is not to kill us, but to lure us here.
Send people secretly to rescue Mr. Lu, right?"
"Blow up the door of the resort and make such a big noise. You know I will definitely come over."
Uncle Qian said: "I just want to ask you, have you succeeded?"
Mr. Zhuang took out his cell phone unhurriedly and dialed a number. After the number was dialed, Mr. Zhuang asked: "Have you rescued anyone?"
"Mr. Zhuang, we have fallen into a trap. There are ambushes everywhere underground in this cave. Half of the people I brought here are already dead."
A rushing sound came from the other side.
"What's going on? They clearly have no one left, how can you still..."
Before Mr. Zhuang could finish speaking, he said to him: "They are not human beings, they... they are ghosts."
After saying that, a miserable voice rang from the other end of the phone.
The screams of ahhh were endless.
A trace of fear flashed across Mr. Zhuang's face. He looked at Uncle Qian and asked with a sullen face, "What kind of monster do you have in the cave?"
"They are all human beings, but their brains are burned out. They can hardly understand human speech, and they are very bloodthirsty."
"If someone breaks into their territory, they will naturally protect it."
Uncle Qian said.
Mr. Zhuang hung up the phone: "Since my people can't break in, then please ask Mr. Qian for a favor and bring Mr. Lu out."
Uncle Qian laughed and asked: "Mr. Zhuang, are you confused? I have been your subordinate for a long time. Why do I still listen to you now?"
"Just..."
Mr. Zhuang chuckled, and a group of people lined up in a row and took a step forward.
"Do you think you and the monkey can handle it?"
Mr. Zhuang said: "These are more than sixty killers I invited from Seraph."
"If you don't hand over Mr. Lu, then more than sixty killers will pounce on you, just the three of you, haha..."
Uncle Qian stopped talking midway through his words, but the threat contained therein was already self-evident.
If these more than sixty killers were to charge at them all, Li Fan and others would be unable to resist them.
"Perhaps you and Monkey can escape from these killers with your own abilities, but what about Rakshasa's son, Li Fan?" Looking at Li Fan, Uncle Qian squinted his eyes and smiled.
"Originally, before the news of Rakshasa's death came, I didn't want to do anything to his son, but you forced me again and again and angered me, so I had no choice but to give up my bottom line."
Mr. Zhuang said indifferently.
Li Fan frowned, took out his cell phone, and was about to secretly send a message to Sun Jing when Mr. Zhuang said at this moment: "Don't waste your efforts anymore. At this time, no one can save you unless
, your father Rakshasa can come back at this time."
Uncle Qian's face was very calm and he didn't say a word.
This is undoubtedly telling Mr. Zhuang that he does not agree to hand over Mr. Lu.
"It seems that you are not going to compromise with me." Mr. Zhuang shook his head in disappointment.
"This is the son of Rakshasa, and Mr. Lu is just an old antique. In your heart, which one is more important to you, I thought you would not choose. Who knows..."
Mr. Zhuang looked at Uncle Qian and said, "You actually abandoned the life of Rakshasa's son. If Rakshasa knew this, how sad would Rakshasa be?"
"Of course, Rakshasa may have no chance to be sad anymore." A trace of sinisterness flashed across Mr. Zhuang's face.
Zhuang Lao's words are undoubtedly cursing Rakshasa to die.
At this moment, Li Fan clenched his fists and looked at Mr. Zhuang coldly: "My father has no enmity with you. He worked hard for you in the early years. Even half of the country you have now is my father's fault for you."
Yes, even if you don’t know how to be grateful, there’s no need to step on you, right?”
"Why do you have to curse my father to death?"
Li Fan looked at Mr. Zhuang and asked coldly.
"Are you still a fucking human?" Li Fan couldn't help but curse.
"Haha, no one in this world cares about kindness. Rakshasa works for me, and I give him glory and wealth. This should be a matter of course, but what has Rakshasa done? As a human being,
A subordinate, but he continues to win over people's hearts and cultivate his own power. In addition to people like Lao Qian and Shao Shuai, he even started to win over my personal bodyguards."
"Although I know very well that he has no intention of rebelling against me, his behavior is a kind of rebellion. When I ask him to do something, and he makes suggestions to me and debates the rights and wrongs of me, I have other thoughts.
Take his mind off him."
"He is just a soldier. He should do things according to my wishes, instead of having his own ideas and bullshit principles."
Mr. Zhuang said coldly: "He was like the Holy Mother. He told me about the businesses that I couldn't do and the businesses that I could do. When I heard that, I was disgusted. I was a side fisherman. I originally made a lot of money.
It’s just dirty money, but what about him? He turned me away from the God of Wealth. Finally, the God of Wealth found Mr. Lin, and the duck he got was also in the hands of Mr. Lin. "
"The Rakshasa at that time was simply too arrogant. He was so arrogant that he didn't even notice me as the boss. He couldn't even remember who was in charge."
Mr. Zhuang's eyes were cold, and his voice was full of anger: "How can the boss tolerate such a person?"
"So, you want to harm us? Harm those of us who have fought for you?" Uncle Qian looked at Mr. Zhuang and retorted coldly.