Facing the head of the Pingsi Gang who was seriously injured and almost dying, the little carpenter seemed very respectful.

Logically speaking, on one side is the leader of a gang in a certain place, and he is not considered a popular character on the entire world, while on the other side, he is famous all over the world... The attitude of both sides should not have been like this.

But the little carpenter treated him like an elder, very polite.

Being talented but not arrogant, being successful but not arrogant, living in a valley but not humble, being gentle and polite, is a humble gentleman.

The little carpenter was born in a humble background. Although he loved books, he had almost never entered the school. According to the Confucian standards of Confucius's family, he was not considered a scholar, nor could he bear the name of a gentleman.

However, anyone who has had close friends with him thinks that this person is a gentleman.

A gentleman’s way is not in appearance, but inward.

It depends on the heart.

It lies in faith, sincerity, and integrity.

It also lies in courage.

The little carpenter bowed and said, "Of course I remember--You said that even if the Pingsi Gang fights to the last person, he will definitely not let the Qingzhou tripod fall into the hands of the Japanese..."

Cui Liancheng smiled.

He smiled so hard that the muscles on his face lifted up and the pain deepened, but this smile came from the heart and was inevitable.

Cui Liancheng's mouth was bleeding, and his words were as hard as iron nails.

He said word by word: "Where can you finish the eggs when the nest is destroyed? I, Cui Liancheng, are not the first to die, nor the last to die. Death is not scary, but I am afraid that I will not finish what I should do - Mr. Gan, can you promise me not to let the Qingzhou tripod fall into the hands of the little Japanese?"

This was said slowly, as if overdrawing his vitality.

When others heard this, they all looked ugly, especially the little people standing next to them, who even subconsciously moved their guns down.

Perhaps in their hearts, they felt that such a strong man should not die.

At least he shouldn't die here.

What a pity.

But as the leader here, Han Fusheng was unmoved.

Who is he?

I followed the warlords to the wind and rain, and I don’t know how many evil things I have done, how could I feel soft and unable to cut off my heart by a few simple words?

His heart has long been made no longer pure and covered with dust by this turbulent and chaotic era.

In this world, there is only benefits, nothing else.

Han Fusheng reached out and the sharp blade pressed Cui Liancheng's neck, cursing fiercely: "I'm the one Gan, don't think that you are a big shot. They are all blown up; if you want this guy to live, just kneel down for me and surrender. I can give you a way out, otherwise..."

The strength in his hand increased a little, and blood began to flow down Cui Liancheng's neck.

If you have another heavy point, Cui Liancheng will definitely die.

But even in such a critical situation, the smile on the little carpenter's face was still hanging.

He looked at the proud and passionate uncle Lu Dong, and his smile was as warm as the warm wind in spring.

The little carpenter ignored others completely, stared at Cui Liancheng's eyes seriously, and said calmly and firmly: "There are many truths in this world, such as 'the more you are afraid of death, the easier it is to die', and 'If you are not afraid of death, it will be difficult to die' - Master Cui, since you are not afraid of death, then live with peace of mind..."

Han Fusheng was annoyed. Seeing that the little carpenter didn't take him seriously at all, he cursed angrily: "Who is saying this?"

The little carpenter raised his head, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Lu Xun?"

Han Fusheng: "Ah?"

Do you bully me for studying less?

Haven't heard of it?

Just as Han Fusheng recalled the pitiful amount of reading knowledge in his mind, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Then he looked closely and saw that Gan Mo was standing at the iron gate, which was gone.

Where did the people go?

Han Fusheng has been in the industry for so many years, but his mind has never stopped for a moment as it is now.

Just when his mind was a little knotted, the guard next to him suddenly shouted: "Little Han Shuai, be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fusheng felt a breath approaching, knowing that the opponent had rushed to him, he was also very angry and turned his head to the side of his courage. With the sharp blade on his right hand, he was ready to cut the hostage in his hand and let the other party take a look at what the disobedient ended up...

However, his hand suddenly pulled, but it directly pulled a hole.

The next second, he saw that Cui Liancheng, who was being escorted by him, suddenly disappeared. He raised his head and saw that the guy named Gan Mo was holding Cui Liancheng, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and sat on a chair of the Grand Master.

He took out a wooden ruler from his arms, shook it off gently, and it turned into a canopy.

The canopy was inserted on the ground next to the Taishi Chair, shading Cui Liancheng.

Cui Liancheng, who seemed to be about to hold his breath, had his eyes shiny at this time, but he felt a lot of energy.

At the same time, a man appeared next to Cui Liancheng.

A man dressed in an ordinary manner but had a special spirit.

That man is Xu Yingyu.

He asked the little carpenter, "Do you need help?"

The little carpenter did not look back behind him, but said to Xu Yingyu: "Take good care of him and don't let Mr. Cui die."

Xu Yingyu nodded and said, "Don't worry, with me here, even dead people can become alive..."

None of these three people was watching Han Fusheng.

No one.

It was as if Han Fusheng was like air or a small person who was not worth mentioning.

The anger of being despised made Han Fusheng angry in an instant. He roared angrily: "Fire a gun, shoot an arrow, kill them..."

The forces in the water prison were already ready for battle. At this moment, when he heard the order, he immediately started to mobilize.

The sound of gunfire like a bean blowing, and the sharp arrows flying up...

However, when the bullets and sharp arrows rushed under the canopy quickly, they seemed to stop like time.

Seeing this strange scene, Han Fusheng's face began to panic. While retreating, he shouted: "Kill these guys, kill them..."

The arrested people in Cui's mansion are still alive, except Cui Liancheng, and there are three other people.

All three of them were taken here, together with Cui Liancheng.

After hearing this, Han Fusheng's men also took out a sharp blade and prepared to take action. However, they felt a strong wind swaying, and then a huge force attacked and flew out directly. The other three hostages were rescued to Huagai.

This Gan Mo is really strong.

Although Han Fusheng was panicked, he was a famous disciple after all, and he had real skills. He took more than ten steps back at the moment.

Then he shouted to the darkness beside him: "Mr. Doihara, when are you going to wait?"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar suddenly broke out in the water prison, and the stones under everyone's feet began to burst, and countless runes lit up from it.

Then, eighteen granite pillars fell from the top of the rock and hit the ground heavily.

There was a slot on the ground to support it, but a few "clicks, clicks" sounds were heard, countless fine steel made of steel, and the iron rods covered with runes suddenly rushed out of the ground and connected to the top of the head.

Everything happened so quickly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a huge cage emerged out of thin air, covering the people under the canopy and three or four water prison guards here.

Those iron sticks covered with runes are densely packed, almost every twenty centimeters.

Not only are they very closely separated from each other, but they also have blue and purple electric lights floating, making a sizzling sound, which makes them look very terrifying.

Not only that, more than a dozen tubes appeared at the top of the rock above the head. Although it was not activated, the sticky tin oil began to drip out.

On the other hand, two thin figures as small as children appeared beside Han Fusheng, one left and one right, guarding him.

A dozen guys dressed in different clothes and dressed like water prison guards walked out of the darkness.

Some people wear ordinary casual clothes.

Some people are wearing black suits.

Someone is wearing a kimono.

Someone is wearing Kwantung military uniforms...

There was also a black suit that appeared beside Han Fusheng.

It was a man with an ordinary appearance, wearing a pair of flat glasses, a silent face, and a small eye with a tiny shimmer like a glass slag in his little eyes, looking coldly at these people in the cage.

Humph, the most powerful enemy of the empire is just a brainless guy.

Can't he see such an obvious trap?

The courage of every man!

The black suit looked at the people inside with disdain, and then said to Han Fusheng, who was frightened by the side, "Han Sang, don't worry, with our Japanese Empire here, your safety is absolutely guaranteed - look, we have trapped your trusted trouble, so can the transaction between you and Manchuria continue?"

Han Fusheng looked at the cage of several subordinates crying and said with fear: "He is not dead yet."
To be continued...