In fact, Xu Qing had already guessed his godfather's intentions the moment Tang Guobin appeared on the TV screen. He secretly thought about how to deal with the next interrogation. How much did his godfather know?

Tang Qingsheng watched the short film intently. He watched it very seriously, but the corner of his eye never left Xu Qing's face. He is a successful businessman, but he is not a good father. Many times he cares about his son.

What is lacking is that any successful person must know how to make trade-offs. If you want to be successful, sometimes you have to pay a certain price. This is the so-called sadness behind success. You can never find a balance between gains and losses.

The skewered short film is not short, and it took a full forty minutes to finish. It can be seen that Tang Qingsheng spent a lot of time and energy to collect information about his son, and there is one thing that is indispensable to obtain this information, money. In order to collect

He spent no less than eight figures on these materials, which resulted in forty minutes of heart-wrenching suffering.

Snap!

Tang Qingsheng pressed the stop button on the remote control, looked up at the ceiling light on the ceiling, and said slightly absent-mindedly: "Have you seen it all? If my guess is correct, Guobin has followed the same path as his grandfather, then

It is a bloody road paved with honor and righteousness, and it is also a road of no return." At the end of the sentence, he suddenly lowered his head and looked directly at Xu Qing with two bloodshot eyes, obviously waiting for his answer.

Maybe Tang Qingsheng's words may sound a bit extreme, but he has experienced it personally. The death of his father Tang Jinsong is an indelible pain in his heart. Joining the Chinese martial arts means embarking on a murderous road of no return. Remember every time his father

He was away for a few days or more, and every time he left, he would take the trouble to explain everything at home several times. Looking back now, every time his father left, he was prepared to say goodbye. The Chinese Wuhun meant a lot to Tang Qingsheng.

With a painful taboo.

Xu Qing looked at Tang Qingsheng's bloodshot eyes and felt an inexplicable panic in his heart. Damn it, godfather didn't think I asked Brother Tang to join the Chinese martial arts, right? He panicked and explained in a low voice: "Godfather,

I only found out about Brother Tang joining the Chinese Martial Arts later..." In order to be afraid that his godfather might misunderstand him, he still explained. He had a clear conscience and was afraid that the description would become darker. After all, it was him who had made Tang Guobin a real ancient warrior.

It made me feel a little uneasy.

Tang Qingsheng nodded slightly and sighed: "I know, Guobin sent back a document before going to the island country, which told all about his joining the Wuhun Team. Alas! This kid is not easy to worry about."

Hearing what Tang Qingsheng said, Xu Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "To tell you the truth, I contacted Brother Tang some time ago. He is not in danger for the time being. He said that he still has some unfinished business.

I’ll go back to my country as soon as I’m done.”

Tang Qingsheng reached out and patted his son's shoulder, and sighed sadly: "Qingzi, you two brothers are both my good sons. I am already old. I plan to wait for your brother to get married and leave all the business to him.

Then I will be an idle man, but I'm afraid I can't do it now. I remember my father once said that once a king holds a sword, he will be buried with dead bones for hundreds of years without a name. This is the Chinese martial spirit. I have pity on my two good sons named Tang.

well!"

The king is just a metaphor, referring to those in power. These two irregular verses were written by Tang Jinsong. It can also be said that they were inspired by the Chinese martial arts after many years. As long as you join the Chinese martial arts, you must

Serve the people in power until the end of your life, even if you throw your head and shed your blood, you will end up with an unmarked grave.

A sword in the hand of a king will be buried with dead bones for hundreds of years. Xu Qing pondered the artistic conception of the two poems in his heart, as if he could feel the heroic spirit in the heart of the old man Tang Jinsong. After the heroes are dying, the Chinese martial arts have always used the sharp sword of the country.

I believe that every ancient warrior who joins is full of enthusiasm, but after many years of fighting, it is even more difficult to quit and live in old age. The reality is so cruel.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart. He naturally thought of this Skynet Fox Hunting operation. What exactly is the Chinese Martial Spirit going to do this time?

At this time, in a newly built large flat-roofed house in the Huaxia Wuhun Base, a large group of people were surrounding an instrument that looked like a repair tank. Doctors and Long Fengyang were standing side by side in front of the instrument, with Qiu and Tong standing next to them.

Two priests, a middle-aged officer with a serious face, and several assistants in white coats were holding recorders and carefully recording various data on the instruments, everything was in an orderly manner.

There is a transparent synthetic glass door on the front of the instrument, and inside stands an old man with muscles all over his body. The old man's body is connected to various bent and rolled tubular metal wires with small suction cups. His body is soaked in a pool of sky-blue liquid.

He is one of the two captured Hus. He used to wear black clothes to distinguish his brothers. Now that one is hung up, there is no need for him. His name is no longer needed. Everything before he came out of the instrument is the same as his.

No connection.

This instrument is the Meng Po Yi invented by Dr. He. It has been tested several times on several death row prisoners who have committed heinous crimes, and the results are quite good. Now those death row prisoners who have had their memories re-implanted have transformed into protectors of their families and the country.

The Predators were sent to a border area two days ago to perform a dangerous anti-drug mission, but all of them died at the hands of drug dealers. In a sense, the experiment was a success.

Today is the first time to test the effect of Meng Po Yi on ancient warriors. Dr. He is still a little nervous. Having dealt with ancient warriors for many years, he knows in his heart that each of these people is a strong person. In addition to possessing physical fitness and combat power that ordinary people cannot match.

In addition to possessing superhuman willpower, it is not easy to erase all the memories in the minds of this kind of people. This is a new challenge for him.

It usually only takes two hours for Meng Poyi to erase the memory of an ordinary person and implant a new memory, but now this ancient warrior has stayed in it for a full sixteen hours, which is eight times longer than that of an ordinary person, and

According to the detection of his brainwave frequency data, his memory has not been completely erased, and there is still a little bit left that is fighting tenaciously.

Didi——

The instrument suddenly made a piercing chirp, and the two orange-red indicator lights on the top flickered. A satisfied smile finally appeared on Dr. He's tense cheeks. It was successful. The original memory had been erased. He turned to an assistant in a white coat behind him.

He waved his hand and said: "Prepare to implant the No. 9 memory system, King of Equality."

"Yes!" the assistant in the white coat responded, quickly walked to an electronic console not far behind him, and quickly tapped the keyboard on the table with his fingers. A row of ten memory systems appeared on the LCD screen.

King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang, King Song, King Wu Guan, King Yama, King Bian Cheng, King Taishan, King City, and King Ping.

drop!
Chapter completed!