City Marshal

This is a luxurious three-story building.

On the third floor there is only one hall that is large enough for a hundred people to dance at the same time. The floor is covered with smooth tiles, European-style mahogany antique furniture, and the introverted moist light radiates. With a crystal lamp like a hundred flowers blooming.

This decoration makes the whole house look resplendent.

"Who? Who did this?"

After receiving the news that the London spy stronghold was taken away, the always gentle and elegant white paper fan went crazy. They were his most reliable personal forces, loyal, unfamiliar faces, and very convenient and effective in doing things. People burned down, and they didn't know where the frogs were.

The plan was originally carried out according to his idea, but unexpectedly encountered a sudden change at a critical moment.

After smashing everything that could be smashed in the house, he even overturned a valuable mahogany table, roaring like a lion, and then fell silent: "I see, it's three Wang! It must be a member of the Three Kings! No, to be precise, it was Chu Tian who did it."

"I want them to die without a place to bury them."

The information these days shows that Chutian is too leisurely, he will play and have fun when he is full all day long, he will not attack, hold a meeting, or make an official appearance. Now I think Chutian must have known that someone was following him, so he slowly stabilized the frog and they went down. Poisonous hand, its mind is really unpredictable.

"Chutian!"

The normally polite and handsome white paper fan now looks like Bai Wuchang, the envoy of hell. His face was pale because of forced suppression of anger. He folded the fan in his hand and shouted coldly: "They only stare at Chutian. Chutian can't get rid of the relationship."

"This kid is really hateful! I didn't attack him, but he murdered and set fire."

The white paper fan was able to be Yuan Bolang's former military adviser, which is naturally superior. He also suggested the master when he traveled to Hong Kong to develop, but it was a pity that Chutian and the three kings jointly abolished it, and the old army in Europe was quickly destroyed by the three kings. Fortunately, the white paper fan discovered the clue in time.

Because of his joint counterattack with Steward Fu, the three kings were in a lot of trouble, and it also forced Chu Tian, ​​the future principal, to come to Europe. , which allows the white paper fan to confront the forces of the Three Kings.

His intelligence allowed him to quickly judge the outline of the incident.

He bit his lips slightly, and said with an unpredictable coldness in his eyes: "If it weren't for the fact that my military division is playing a big game of chess, I would immediately disclose the news that the kid has arrived in London, I would like to see it, just a mere one." How can Chutian and the power of the Three Kings counter the entire European royal family?"

"Perhaps, a small wealthy businessman named Nangong Yue can kill him."

Having said that, he regained his confidence and calmness. After all, he felt at ease when he thought of chips.

It's just that his sinister appearance with a half-hearted smile made the bodyguards standing around the hall and dozens of high-paid experts hired with high salaries all terrified by the strange smile revealed by the white paper fan.In comparison, in this room, only one person is quite calm and calm.

This is a man in his 30s. He is sitting on a low sofa at the corner of the hall. Perhaps because he is not too tall, he seems to be trapped in it. There will be numbness in response, eyes slightly closed, and wake up as if asleep.

But there was an unspeakable bloody smell all over his body.

The other bodyguards and masters deliberately kept a distance from him, as if there was something terrible on him. Although he was sitting in a remote position, and his body was sunk into the sofa, he didn't seem to protrude, but his sight was wide open. Everything in the hall They are all within his observation range.

He is like a cheetah lying on a hill, looking around the surroundings expressionlessly, as if waiting for the prey to appear, and also seems to be protecting the safety of the white paper fan. His arms hang down naturally, like a pianist With slender fingers, he is happily playing with a knife.

This person is Mo Yidao known as the 'Battlefield Ghost'.

"Master Bai, the frog has been sent back."

A subordinate ran in nervously from outside: "It's just outside the door."

Hearing that the frog had come back, the white paper fan's face immediately showed a gleam of joy, and with a wave of its big hand, someone called the frog in. Not long after, the frog, which was covered in injuries but still able to walk, stood in front of the white paper fan and landed on the ground. In the eyes of everyone, the frog didn't change much except for the flesh wounds.

Only the white paper fan found some clues, that is, the temperament of the frog is completely different from usual, without the violence and belligerence of the past, nor the murderous aura of the past. At this moment, the frog is like a handful immersed in rainwater The sword in his hand radiated an indescribable coldness.

That's a mindset shift that has gone through life and death.

"Frog, you're finally back."

The white paper fan waved someone to move the sofa, and poured him a glass of water himself: "I was still worried that you would be killed by Chutian, by the way, tell me about the situation, what is going on? Who is the stronghold in London?" Take it away? Who killed the brothers? How did you come back alive?"

"Butler Fu betrayed us."

The frog took a sip of warm water, and said in a weird and cold tone: "Butler Fu shot and killed three brothers in a row, and he still shot in front of my face. I gambled my life to come back alive, Master Bai, Steward Fu He is a villain, you must cut him into pieces!"

"Butler Fu killed someone?"

The white paper fan froze for a moment, glanced at the confidant general frog, wanted to see something but saw a coldness, he couldn't help frowning slightly: "Butler Fu usually doesn't even dare to kill chickens, how dare he kill? Is there some misunderstanding? Frog, how did you come back?"

"How dare he kill someone? He shot me four times."

There was a strange and permeable smile on the frog's face, and he looked back at the white paper fan with empty eyes: "The reason I came back alive is because I risked my life to make a big bet with Chutian, the Russian death game, I faced my own head I fired five shots in a row, but I didn't die, so Chu Tian let me go."

Everyone around was slightly surprised: firing five shots in a row is indeed a life gamble.

"Whether you believe it or not, Steward Fu is a villain."

The frog drank the clean water in the cup: "I will kill him! I will definitely kill him! By the way, Chutian also asked me to bring you a few words. If you know the current affairs, you are the South King of Heshengtang. Sit on an equal footing with the Three Kings of East, West and North; if you want to make a fuss, then your doom has come!"

The body of the white paper fan shook: "Nanwang?"

"I brought the words, I went to rest."

The frog was calmer than ever: "I will definitely kill Steward Fu."

The frog walked out of the hall with a rare indifference, and the white paper fan waved the bodyguards and masters to leave too, then looked at Mo Yidao who was stuck in the sofa, and raised his finger lightly: "Yidao, have you noticed that the frog is a little Weird? Do you think he will have problems?"

There is a problem with this, and it naturally refers to betrayal.

"will not!"

The wide sofa rose slowly, and the expressionless Mo Yidao slowly sat up straight. His eyes were cold and he said: "His grotesque comes from a change of mind. In the past ten hours, his mind must have been severely damaged. He is now There is no room for any emotion other than hatred."

Mo Yidao stopped the blade in his hand, and his voice remained indifferent: "And he has hatred and murderous intentions towards Butler Fu from the bottom of his heart. This can prove that Butler Fu did kill three brothers in front of him. Against the frog, that's why he hates it."

The white paper fan didn't speak, just meditating.

Mo Yidao continued to tell what he observed: "Also, he said that he played the Russian death game with Chutian. There should be no falsehood. This can be seen from his expression. Although he is very angry and painful in his heart, his eyebrows But there is a touch of luck in escaping death."

"There is no doubt that he suffered the shock of a life-and-death choice."

Mo Yidao waved his hand, and spoke clearly and summarized: "So Chutian didn't do it on purpose when he came back alive, and Chutian didn't have the motive to let him go on purpose. If my guess is right, Chutian wanted to play a game of cat and mouse at that time." , as a result, God favored the frog and let him escape."

The white paper fan let out a long breath, and frowned tightly again: "The matter is different from what I imagined, it seems that I have to think about it quietly." This is an extremely luxurious three-story building.

On the third floor there is only one hall that is large enough for a hundred people to dance at the same time. The floor is covered with smooth tiles, European-style mahogany antique furniture, and the introverted moist light radiates. With a crystal lamp like a hundred flowers blooming.

This decoration makes the whole house look resplendent.

"Who? Who did this?"

After receiving the news that the London spy stronghold was taken away, the always gentle and elegant white paper fan went crazy. They were his most reliable personal forces, loyal, unfamiliar faces, and very convenient and effective in doing things. People burned down, and they didn't know where the frogs were.

The plan was originally carried out according to his idea, but unexpectedly encountered a sudden change at a critical moment.

After smashing everything that could be smashed in the house, he even overturned a valuable mahogany table, roaring like a lion, and then fell silent: "I see, it's three Wang! It must be a member of the Three Kings! No, to be precise, it was Chu Tian who did it."

"I want them to die without a place to bury them."

The information these days shows that Chutian is too leisurely, he will play and have fun when he is full all day long, he will not attack, hold a meeting, or make an official appearance. Now I think Chutian must have known that someone was following him, so he slowly stabilized the frog and they went down. Poisonous hand, its mind is really unpredictable.

"Chutian!"

The normally polite and handsome white paper fan now looks like Bai Wuchang, the envoy of hell. His face was pale because of forced suppression of anger. He folded the fan in his hand and shouted coldly: "They only stare at Chutian. Chutian can't get rid of the relationship."

"This kid is really hateful! I didn't attack him, but he murdered and set fire."

The white paper fan was able to be Yuan Bolang's former military adviser, which is naturally superior. He also suggested the master when he traveled to Hong Kong to develop, but it was a pity that Chutian and the three kings jointly abolished it, and the old army in Europe was quickly destroyed by the three kings. Fortunately, the white paper fan discovered the clue in time.

Because of his joint counterattack with Steward Fu, the three kings were in a lot of trouble, and it also forced Chu Tian, ​​the future principal, to come to Europe. , which allows the white paper fan to confront the forces of the Three Kings.

His intelligence allowed him to quickly judge the outline of the incident.

He bit his lips slightly, and said with an unpredictable coldness in his eyes: "If it weren't for the fact that my military division is playing a big game of chess, I would immediately disclose the news that the kid has arrived in London, I would like to see it, just a mere one." How can Chutian and the power of the Three Kings counter the entire European royal family?"

"Perhaps, a small wealthy businessman named Nangong Yue can kill him."

Having said that, he regained his confidence and calmness. After all, he felt at ease when he thought of chips.

It's just that his sinister appearance with a half-hearted smile made the bodyguards standing around the hall and dozens of high-paid experts hired with high salaries all terrified by the strange smile revealed by the white paper fan.In comparison, in this room, only one person is quite calm and calm.

This is a man in his 30s. He is sitting on a low sofa at the corner of the hall. Perhaps because he is not too tall, he seems to be trapped in it. There will be numbness in response, eyes slightly closed, and wake up as if asleep.

But there was an unspeakable bloody smell all over his body.

The other bodyguards and masters deliberately kept a distance from him, as if there was something terrible on him. Although he was sitting in a remote position, and his body was sunk into the sofa, he didn't seem to protrude, but his sight was wide open. Everything in the hall They are all within his observation range.

He is like a cheetah lying on a hill, looking around the surroundings expressionlessly, as if waiting for the prey to appear, and also seems to be protecting the safety of the white paper fan. His arms hang down naturally, like a pianist With slender fingers, he is happily playing with a knife.

This person is Mo Yidao known as the 'Battlefield Ghost'.

"Master Bai, the frog has been sent back."

A subordinate ran in nervously from outside: "It's just outside the door."

Hearing that the frog had come back, the white paper fan's face immediately showed a gleam of joy, and with a wave of its big hand, someone called the frog in. Not long after, the frog, which was covered in injuries but still able to walk, stood in front of the white paper fan and landed on the ground. In the eyes of everyone, the frog didn't change much except for the flesh wounds.

Only the white paper fan found some clues, that is, the temperament of the frog is completely different from usual, without the violence and belligerence of the past, nor the murderous aura of the past. At this moment, the frog is like a handful immersed in rainwater The sword in his hand radiated an indescribable coldness.

That's a mindset shift that has gone through life and death.

"Frog, you're finally back."

The white paper fan waved someone to move the sofa, and poured him a glass of water himself: "I was still worried that you would be killed by Chutian, by the way, tell me about the situation, what is going on? Who is the stronghold in London?" Take it away? Who killed the brothers? How did you come back alive?"

"Butler Fu betrayed us."

The frog took a sip of warm water, and said in a weird and cold tone: "Butler Fu shot and killed three brothers in a row, and he still shot in front of my face. I gambled my life to come back alive, Master Bai, Steward Fu He is a villain, you must cut him into pieces!"

"Butler Fu killed someone?"

The white paper fan froze for a moment, glanced at the confidant general frog, wanted to see something but saw a coldness, he couldn't help frowning slightly: "Butler Fu usually doesn't even dare to kill chickens, how dare he kill? Is there some misunderstanding? Frog, how did you come back?"

"How dare he kill someone? He shot me four times."

There was a strange and permeable smile on the frog's face, and he looked back at the white paper fan with empty eyes: "The reason I came back alive is because I risked my life to make a big bet with Chutian, the Russian death game, I faced my own head I fired five shots in a row, but I didn't die, so Chu Tian let me go."

Everyone around was slightly surprised: firing five shots in a row is indeed a life gamble.

"Whether you believe it or not, Steward Fu is a villain."

The frog drank the clean water in the cup: "I will kill him! I will definitely kill him! By the way, Chutian also asked me to bring you a few words. If you know the current affairs, you are the South King of Heshengtang. Sit on an equal footing with the Three Kings of East, West and North; if you want to make a fuss, then your doom has come!"

The body of the white paper fan shook: "Nanwang?"

"I brought the words, I went to rest."

The frog was calmer than ever: "I will definitely kill Steward Fu."

The frog walked out of the hall with a rare indifference, and the white paper fan waved the bodyguards and masters to leave too, then looked at Mo Yidao who was stuck in the sofa, and raised his finger lightly: "Yidao, have you noticed that the frog is a little Weird? Do you think he will have problems?"

There is a problem with this, and it naturally refers to betrayal.

"will not!"

The wide sofa rose slowly, and the expressionless Mo Yidao slowly sat up straight. His eyes were cold and he said: "His grotesque comes from a change of mind. In the past ten hours, his mind must have been severely damaged. He is now There is no room for any emotion other than hatred."

Mo Yidao stopped the blade in his hand, and his voice remained indifferent: "And he has hatred and murderous intentions towards Butler Fu from the bottom of his heart. This can prove that Butler Fu did kill three brothers in front of him. Against the frog, that's why he hates it."

The white paper fan didn't speak, just meditating.

Mo Yidao continued to tell what he observed: "Also, he said that he played the Russian death game with Chutian. There should be no falsehood. This can be seen from his expression. Although he is very angry and painful in his heart, his eyebrows But there is a touch of luck in escaping death."

"There is no doubt that he suffered the shock of a life-and-death choice."

Mo Yidao waved his hand, and spoke clearly and summarized: "So Chutian didn't do it on purpose when he came back alive, and Chutian didn't have the motive to let him go on purpose. If my guess is right, Chutian wanted to play a game of cat and mouse at that time." , as a result, God favored the frog and let him escape."

The white paper fan let out a long breath, and frowned tightly again: "The matter is different from my imagination, it seems that I need to think about it quietly."