Movie: from Chasing the Dragon

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　　Although 14k's strength is strong, the number of today's thirteen military belts is insignificant compared to the current Yi Gang. Moreover, the five hundred people behind Wu Shiyao are even higher than those under his belt.

　　It seems that they are all one-to-ten existences. This is not a walk, nor is it a fight. Thirteen Wu is in embarrassment.

　　Wu Shiyao just looked at Shisan Wu quietly and didn't speak. Everyone in 14k was on alert, for fear that Wu Shiyao would suddenly attack.

　　At this time, Wu Shiyao wanted to get rid of the thirteen martial arts.

　　"Kill 14k people, [-] per person!"

　　Under the heavy gold, a brave man!

　　The Yi Gang doesn't even need to do much, as long as they stick to the periphery, the 14k people, today, can't leave a single one!

　　As for the Thirteen Martial Arts, hehe, Wu Shiyao is in charge, he has a dead end!

　　He Wu Shiyao just wanted to see what the courage of the Thirteenth Martial Artist was. As for the 14k people, he didn't plan to move. Although the Yi Gang was about to change the dynasty, the 14k revenge was not a joke in terms of the strength gap.

　　"Ahem, Young Master Yao, we're just here to carry out the mission. Now that the mission is over, it's none of our business, so we'll go first."

　　In the end, Shisanwu couldn't help it. It was too depressing here, who could stay still.

　　Wu Shiyao smiled, clapped his hands, and everyone immediately stepped aside and made a gesture of please...

　　"go!"

　　Thirteen Wu did not delay, smiled awkwardly, waved his hand, and the 14k people stood in three rows and walked out.

　　As soon as he left the factory, Shisanwu felt the cold sweat on his head. Even though the battlefield has been through so many times, this time, his life is really hanging by a thread!

　　For nothing else, it is the man in the field, Wu Shiyao!

　　The psychological pressure brought to people is extremely huge, and it really has the atmosphere of a hero!

　　The corners of Wu Shiyao's mouth are still raised, this thirteen martial arts, there are times when they are afraid...

　　"Let's go!"

　　Wu Shiyao looked at the white belly that lighted up slightly outside. From today onwards, the Yi Gang, stand firm!

　　With a wave, a group of people walked out.

　　"Brother Yao, where are we going next?"

　　Artest walked behind Wu Shiyao and asked, Aji was also a little curious.

　　The man in front of him, the more he looked, the more he couldn't figure it out.

　　“The Regal Hotel!”

　　After speaking, he glanced at Zhan Mi, who was following him. The latter turned his head, but the corner of his mouth still couldn't help but rise slightly.

　　woo woo woo...

　　A convoy of dozens of cars set off in a mighty manner, but they were divided into two groups, one headed towards the Regal Hotel, and the other headed towards Kowloon City!

　　Now that it's over, it's time to clear things up and order the rest so that you can do other things with peace of mind...

　　Regal Hotel

　　"What a 3.9! These three or five boys, what do you think of us, you're going to die!"

　　In Room 301, a familiar voice can be heard outside the door, bursting!

　　"You are so useless! A group of three or five boys made you so impressive, hey! Hand over your Fei Ziyao, and I will smash his head!"

　　"Dare to imprison us and pounce on your mother!"

　　"Put the street boy! Punch your grandma! When Ale comes back, you will all have to wait to die!"

　　The elders of the nine districts were speechless as they watched the swear words, how did they not see you so arrogant when the safflower shuanggui was here just now!

　　Now that people are gone, they start cursing...

　　That's right, since Artest left, he started scolding here when he was full, and he didn't stop for a moment...

　　"enough!"

　　Deng Bo, who was on the side, couldn't stand it any longer, and he was shouting angrily! .

Chapter 132

　　"What's the use of you being a fox here?"

　　"Can't stop? Noisy! Why don't you call when people are there?"

　　Deng Bo really couldn't bear it anymore, and the exit was a roar!

　　"Fuck your mother, Uncle Deng, I think you are also an uncle, what's up? Fei Zaiyao gave you a meal, and you don't even know your own master is a guest?"

　　"Ah? Ah Le came back, seeing you like this, what do you want to do? Rebellion! Throwing at your mother!"

　　The string exploded in public and was taught by Deng Bo to instantly blacken his face, and he turned his head and started to scold.

　　Because the two are uncles, there is a sense of proportion in the string explosion.

　　"A Fei Ziyao, I'll scare you all, it's just a snake. If he's here, I'll kill him with a knife!"

　　"These three or five boys of Yiqun really regard themselves as big bosses, and they even dare to tie us and Liansheng!"

　　"I can't treat them well when Ale comes back!"

　　"Ale? Hehe, I can't come back!"

　　Halfway through the words, suddenly a joking voice sounded.

　　The door was pushed open, and everyone's eyes followed, and a young man in a black suit came in.

　　"Mother Throwing Thunder! When the boss is talking, what are you talking about, you little flying boy, believe it or not, labor and capital will cut your tongue off!" 16

　　The interrupted gangster turned around to see a young lad, opened his mouth and started again.

　　"Push your mother! How did you talk to Brother Yao? Believe it or not, labor and capital will tear your mouth to pieces!"

　　Artest stood behind him and said that he was about to go forward to catch the gangster, but was stopped by Wu Shiyao.

　　"You... are you Fei Ziyao?"

　　"Die on the street, Brother Yao entertains you, Fei Ziyao is your name!"

　　Artest, who is [-] meters tall, became angry, that was a deterrent!

　　The string explosion that was slapped by Artest before was instantly deflated.

　　But immediately his face changed and he shouted arrogantly:

　　"You Yiqun arrested us and Liansheng's people, and sooner or later Ale will hack you to death!"

　　"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

　　As soon as these words came out, the younger brothers of the Yi Gang sneered for a while, Ah Le?Ale is already dead!

　　At this point, the nine elders and Uncle Deng sullenly looked at the people around Wu Shiyao.

　　Jammi?Dongguan Aberdeen?Master Su?Big head?

　　Looking down, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the dark thing in Zhanmi's hand, and Deng Bo's pupils shrank!

　　"Dragon head stick!"

　　Deng Bo exclaimed in disbelief!

　　The string explosion also followed his gaze, and he was extremely shocked!

　　Of course he knew what the Dragon Head Staff represented!

　　"Zhanmizai! Why is the dragon head stick here with you?"

　　Deng Bo is also a battle-hardened man, so he immediately regained his sanity and asked.

　　"Push your mother! Zhanmi! What do you want to do!"

　　Although the string explosion has probably guessed what the ending will be, but still can't believe it.

　　How could he not be able to guess, although his mouth is not forgiving, he is very thoughtful!

　　Wu Shiyao chuckled lightly, turned Jimila over, and said:

　　"Everyone, today I'm here to talk about this matter. Now, Da D and Ale are dead, and He Liansheng Yu Zhong has also surrendered. Now I hand over the dragon head stick to Zhanmi, just to make Zhanmi Danghe Liansheng's leader."

　　"Everyone, do you have an opinion..."

　　After speaking and looking around for a week, an icy suffocation burst out from it, and there was no sound!

　　The nine elders, Deng Bo, and Kuang Bang were stunned on the spot. All this happened so fast, it was simply unacceptable!

　　"Mother Throwing Thunder! Ale is dead! Who are you kidding, Fei Ziyao!"

　　The first one who collided came back to his senses and cursed angrily!

　　Snapped!

　　Start with a slap!

　　"Push your grandma! Punch your grandma! Punch your grandma!"

　　"I think you're He Liansheng's uncles to give you face, to pounce on your mother!"

　　Wu Shiyao's slap in the face of the string explosion is a world spin!

　　This string burst, it really stinks!

　　"No matter how clean your mouth is, labor and capital will make you collide!"