Tianguanzhi

That night.

The popularity of Hualong Single Soldier at night is actually much higher than during the day.

Although Gu Jianqiu is a teller, the little money he has is obviously not enough to support the expenses of Hua Long as a single soldier, let alone Tom Chen's decadent life of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and spending money like water.

The real guests of Hualong Single Soldier are often gray people who live on the edge of the law, and their accounts and registrations are shady. Tom Chen has always been the one to receive these guests, and generally Gu Jianqiu will not be involved.

A heavy truck drove into the hotel street, blocking the small alley where Gu Jianqiu and Tom Chen usually went in and out of the store. Several capable figures filed out of the truck and pushed open the door of Hualong Single Soldier.

"welcome."

Tom Chen sat on a chair and looked up at the guests who came in.

These people wore full-breasted windbreakers of different colors, with close-fitting black combat fibers exposed under the collar. The leader had a cross scar on his cheek, wheat-colored skin, and a tiger tooth could be seen when he smiled.

"Boss, we want to buy a thousand rounds of Citizen No. 12 bullets and ten bolt rifles. Do you have enough here?"

He yelled, and without Tom Chen's consent, he picked up an M9 Garand from the cabinet, pulled the safety with his hand and tilted the barrel up at a 45-degree angle, showing a satisfied look.

It is very well maintained and can compete with the armorers of Haitang's regular army.

"The gun is in stock and the bullets will be picked up tomorrow. Thank you for your patronage of 19,000 yuan."

The other party threw two shiny red coins, and Tom Chen caught them with both palms. He looked down and said, "There will be an additional 5% handling fee for the exchange of Universe Excellence. No more coins."

The strong man behind the tiger-toothed man took two steps forward with an unkind expression, but was stopped by the tiger-toothed man. He looked at Tom Chen with a smile: "I heard from the brothers in the church that you are the best welder in Jiangning?"

"I dare not take it seriously, but it's almost the same."

"I have something broken and I need you to help me resolder it."

"Then what? What?"

Tom Chen asked angrily. He hated chatting with people who were cheating, unless the person cheating was him.

The tiger-toothed man looked around, pulled out the latest "Dream into the God Machine" magazine from a pile of high dog books, opened a few pages, spread it out in front of Tom Chen, and pointed at the pattern on it to Tom Chen. Say: "This."

It is 52 meters tall and weighs 980 tons. It is a soldier landing model and usually requires one driver and three support personnel.

It's the [Tianbing Lu Style].

……

Two wooden doors were pushed open from left to right.

The plaque on the door that originally read "Five Tigers and Eight Hairs" is now empty and even has spider webs. The martial arts training ground was covered with weeds, leaving only a few worthless stone locks.

The man limped and struggled to cross the threshold. He was wearing a single coat, using a crutch on his right hand, the other sleeve was empty, and his face was wrapped in a bandage.

Hu Wansheng, the martial arts instructor of Bafa Sect, was once the owner of this martial arts gym.

He silently glanced at his former home. Unexpectedly, after he was bitten by a fighting dog, all the apprentices he had accepted over the years would actually run away and all the valuables were swept away. He suddenly became unsteady on his feet.

"Uncle Wansheng." Fu Lemei hurriedly stepped forward to help.

He looked back at Fu Lemei and said with a wry smile: "Your father used to say that my disciples were gangsters and a rabble. I even had a big quarrel with him. Now I see that he is right."

Fu Lemei looked sad and did not answer. There was a dark crowd standing at the door. The instructors from all the martial arts schools on Wuguan Street were all here. Even if they didn't come, they also sent their close disciples. Among them were the strong men who once made a scene at the Yiyuan Dog Park, and the young man who used iron marbles.

"Wan Sheng, you have been wronged." A gray-haired old man stepped forward: "The association is incompetent."

"I was the one who got ahead. I still gambled badly and was caught by Xiong Kuohai. I can't blame the association." Hu Wansheng shook his head: "I plan to pack my things and go back to my hometown tomorrow. I will leave this martial arts gym to you. I want to be alone for a while, everyone, please leave."

Everyone looked at each other, some looked indifferent, some had expressionless faces, the white-haired old man nodded, and everyone dispersed.

Fu Lemei said softly: "Uncle Wansheng, please take care."

Hu Wansheng nodded.

"Wan Sheng, the association didn't help much this time. Fortunately, Apu had already asked someone to kill him that week, and Xiong Kuo Hai was seriously injured by an unknown person with a bomb. You can be considered as having avenged your great revenge. Send me a message when you return to your hometown. If you receive a letter, if there is any association that can help, just say it.”

"Excuse me."

The white-haired old man said nothing more and led several disciples away.

Hu Wansheng sat alone on the steps of his martial arts gym, throwing his crutches aside, touching his empty sleeves, looking confused.

In the past, Hu Wansheng felt that he had a wide circle of friends and had friends all over the world, but after this incident, he was shocked to realize that perhaps only Fu Nanzhi, who had a gentle relationship with gentlemen, could say a few heartfelt words to him. I heard that the association had forgotten him long ago. Fu Nanzhi wrote letters everywhere, relying on the reputation of Five Elements Quan to mobilize a lot of momentum. In addition, Longpihui had many accidents these days, and finally had a chance to rescue himself.

He didn't come forward in person, but sent his daughter instead, probably because he was afraid of embarrassing himself.

Hu Wansheng took a long time to laugh miserably.

The reason why I have ended up like this is because I am half ignorant and I am to blame myself. As for Nao Shizi's fate, it was even more unpleasant, except...

Thinking of Admiral Chang Lun who dispatched 20,000 sailors, Hu Wansheng felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The National Martial Arts Association has talents all over the north and the south. The Haitang Martial Arts Museum can open to Citigroup and even major ancient stars. It has great influence in both the military and political circles. How can it be impossible to do anything with a piece of skin?

It's not because there is a dragon under the skin.

Nanzhi, Nanzhi, you always say that you can hide in a small building and become one, regardless of winter, summer, spring and autumn, but it’s really meaningless for people to live like me.

go back home? Return to Shiniao's house.

Hu Wansheng took off his belt and was looking at the beams, when a sneer came from the darkness.

"who!"

A big man walked out of the darkness, carrying a faint fishy smell.

"I heard that a martial arts instructor filed a lawsuit on behalf of his disciple who died in vain and dared to bring trouble to Jiangning Zhenlong. The case was brought to Nanzhili. As a result, because of a high-profit gambling debt, the martial arts instructor was pointed at gunpoint by two sailors. He was dragged into the Yiyuan Dog Farm with his head tied up, and half of his life's fortune was ruined. He thought he was a good man, but he turned out to be a slut, and it was all a waste of time!"

Hu Wansheng's face turned gloomy: "I don't know who you are. You are not welcome here. Please leave immediately."

The big man took a step forward and held Hu Wansheng's wrist, his eyes bright.

"Winter is hard to bear. Brothers want to peel off the dragon's scales and muscles to make it a good robe. Now it is short of a sharp knife. Master Hu, since you are not afraid of death, are you still afraid of us?"

Hu Wansheng's brows relaxed a little.

"Yanwuhe..."