At ten o'clock, a large number of people set out from the Iron Blood Gang headquarters and rushed towards Yonghe Street.

The leader was a strong man in black, holding a somewhat strange weapon in his hand, which looked like a knife but not a knife, and a sickle but not a sickle.

This strong man, nicknamed "Death", is one of the Iron Blood's personal bodyguards. He ranks in the top five in the Iron Blood Gang's combat power and can compete with the White Tiger, one of the three fierce tigers.

The ones following him were the most elite forces of the Iron Blood Gang. With these elite troops, they could completely sweep any medium-sized club in Yindu.

Before leaving, Tiexue told him to cull as quickly as possible, and then retreat quickly, and do not give the other party any chance to react.

A large number of old gangsters got on dozens of extended vans and rushed towards Yonghe Street. They raided and played with just a sprint.

Little did they know that when the God of Death led them to leave the headquarters, their video data was directly transmitted to Xiao Bei to Xiao Feng.

"They are here, loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and are ready to close the door and beat the dog." Xiao Feng, who received the news, sneered and gave an order.

The elites of the Tianmen who had already prepared were quickly arranged in place, and then they all opened the mountain axe and waited for the Iron Blood Gang to rush into the ambush.

As for the members of the Fighting Wind, they were waiting in the temporary headquarters of Tianmen. Their target was to raid the place. They were too lazy to spend more effort to ambush them. Anyway, one came and one was done.

"Brother Feng, we have arrived." Wu Huan called and said lightly.

"I'll ask Xiao Yuzi to go to the back door to pick you up." After Xiao Feng said that, he hung up the phone, winked at Zhang Yu, and the latter turned around and left.

Soon, an ordinary Buick car drove into the backyard. The door opened. Wuhuan jumped out of the car and then carried a person in the back seat: "Brother Yu, where to put it?"

"Come with me."

Wu Huan carried the man, followed Zhang Yu, and came to Xiao Feng's room: "Let's just let it go."

"Who is he?" Zhuge Xin, wearing a black robe, asked frowned at the unconscious man on the ground.

"Xi Wen, one of the seven great kings of the Iron Blood Gang, wanted by Brother Feng." Wu Huan replied: "Where is Brother Feng."

As he was talking, the door opened and Xiao Feng came in from outside: "Where is Xiwen."

"Here." Wu Huan pointed to the ground: "Brother Feng, you asked me to knock him out and bring him over, why are you?"

Xiao Feng smiled: "I think he must know many core secrets as one of the seven great kings, so I'll ask you to bring him over and ask."

"Okay, I've been lurking for so long and haven't played any big role at all." Wu Huan said with a lip of his lips.

"Isn't this grasping Xiwen?"

"Mao, even if I don't lurk, catching him is as simple as catching a chicken." Wu Huan rolled his eyes and said.

Xiao Feng shook his head: "When I finish asking, you can continue to go back and lurk."

"Breaking the truth, when you finish asking, he probably isn't complete, and he's still lurking with yarn."

"Haha, have you forgotten that I can hypnotize?" Xiao Feng chuckled. It is no secret that he can hypnotize in a small circle.

Wuhuan's eyes lit up and he looked at Xiao Feng: "What you mean is that you want to hypnotize him and then let him go."

"Um."

"That's not OK. I slashed him out with a knife. He can let me go."

"I can use hypnosis to delete a little of his memory in a short period of time, which can last for about ten days."

Zhuge Xin and others looked at Xiao Feng with strange eyes and used hypnosis to delete memories. Although it was a short time, it was too exaggerated and terrifying.

"Why do you look at me with this kind of eyes? This thing is a waste of money?" Xiao Feng said, squatted down and patted Xi Wen's face: "I hope this old guy knows a lot of things."

"Wuhuan, throw him on the sofa, Zhuge, Xiao Yuzi, you two go out to command, the Iron Blood Gang's people are about to arrive." Xiao Feng said with arrangement.

"Okay." Zhuge Xin and Zhang Yu were not interested in hypnosis, and they were too lazy to stay in the room, so they turned around and went out.

"Wuhuan, after I hypnotize him later, don't make any sounds, do you hear them?" Xiao Feng told Wuhuan again.

Wuhuan nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely be a mute."

"Yeah." Xiao Feng took a deep breath, took off the water droplets from his neck, stroked it for a few times, and then said, "Let him wake up."

"Okay." Wu Huan agreed, and his palms kneaded Xi Wen's neck a few times, and he woke up slowly.

"Xi Wen, look at me..." Xiao Feng sat in front of Xi Wen, looking straight at him, the jade pendant on his right hand was swaying, while the left hand made different gestures.

Before Xi Wen could wake up completely, his eyes were attracted by Xiao Feng's voice, jade pendant and gestures.

"Seo, it seems really mysterious." Wu Huan was shocked next to him. Just now, he was almost attracted, but fortunately he woke up.

"Xi Wen, what is the relationship between Iron Blood and the Japanese?" This is one of Xiao Feng's most concerned issues. Once he involves the Japanese, the matter will be a lot of trouble. They are just a group of ghost bastards.

"The Japanese." Xi Wen seemed to be a little dazed: "It seems to be a cooperation..."

"Cooperate, do you know the identities of those Japanese?" Xiao Feng asked hurriedly.

Xi Wen shook his head: "I don't know, but once I heard my elder brother call him and it seemed to call him "Mr. Noda" over there."

"Noda." Xiao Feng frowned, and a name flashed through his mind, Noda Koji, one of the major giants of the Great Ri Tenghui.

Could it be that it was really the Great Ri Tenghui that caused them a lot of losses last time in Japan, and in London, did not even hurt this mysterious organization?

Xiao Feng frowned deeply. What kind of existence is this Big Ri Tenghui? It seems that relying on his own strength to fight them, it feels like he has arms and thighs.

There is no saying that no matter how thick the arms are, they can't twist the thighs. Xiao Feng thought about it and still had to find allies to do this.

If Dari Tenghui didn't come to provoke him, Xiao Feng would naturally be too lazy to care about them. They would do whatever they like, but every time there was a conflict of interest, he was very annoyed. The most important thing was that he was still patriotic.

...

In the room, Xiao Feng used hypnosis to constantly ask Xi Wen about some secrets, and outside, the Tianmen and the people from the Iron Blood Gang also had the first conflict.

Five extended vans stopped, and all the old gangsters jumped down. Without saying a word, they raised their swords and began to push the Tianmen.

The elites of Tianmen are not vegetarians. They are all young and all of them open the mountain axe. As soon as both sides face each other, they start to do it without saying a word.

The Tianmen elites, who were originally very dominant, had little advantage when facing these old ruffians who held their lives in their hands. They could be said to be evenly matched.

"Kill." The mountain-opening axe was raised, and its power was shocking.

"Kill." He lifted the sword and murderous aura filled with it.

The two sides rushed together, and the remaining dozens of vans continued to move forward and headed straight to the temporary headquarters of Tianmen.

News on the road often spreads the fastest, and the news that the Iron Blood Gang attacked the Tianmen immediately spread, attracting all eyes.

The harsh brake sounded, dozens of vans stopped, the door opened, and the god of death jumped out of the car with his weapon.

"When you see people, you will kill them all." The God of Death threw a sentence, took the lead, and rushed towards the temporary headquarters of Tianmen.

"I'm leaving this kid to me." Zhuge Xin, who was shrouded in the black robe, stared at the rushing god of death and said lightly.

"Okay, I won't rob you." After Zhang Yu said that, he took off the mountain-piercing axe that was carrying on his shoulders: "Brothers, kill me."

With Zhang Yu shouting loudly, all the elites of the Tianmen who were hiding in the dark came out and roared at the old gangsters of the Iron Blood Gang.

The war between the two sides was about to break out and extremely fierce.

The God of Death is worthy of being the top five masters in the Iron Blood Gang. He waved a God of Death Scythe. None of the elites in the Heavenly Sect can withstand his strangulation in one round.

"My grass, Zhuge Xin, didn't he leave it to you? Kill him quickly." Zhang Yu's eyes turned red when he looked at the murder of the Tianmen brothers.

Zhuge Xin nodded. In fact, he didn't care whether the elite of the Tianmen died or not, but the god of death was arrogant in front of him, which made him unhappy.

"Your enemy is me." Zhuge Xin slowly walked towards the god of death, and an invisible murderous aura hovered. As the most powerful soldier-level figure in China, he was not afraid of anyone.

As soon as Zhuge Xin moved, he aroused the vigilance of the god of death. He protected his sickle on his chest, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the man in black robe who was walking towards him.

"Who are you."

"You are not worthy of asking my name." Zhuge Xin's tone was still plain, but his restless blood surged.

The god of death raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Pretending to be a ghost, I will make you a real ghost today."

"Is that so, let's try it." After Zhuge Xin said that, the black robe Wufeng automatically disappeared from the spot.

Zhuge Xin's combat power is very strong, not even worse than Xiao Feng at the peak of his life. Long Yan is also a place where strong people are respected. He has no extraordinary combat power. If you want others to respect, don't even think about it.

No matter how powerful the God of Death is, he is not as good as A Spades at the peak, and his fate can be imagined.

Spades A belongs to the world circle, and the God of Death is just a larger toad in the well of Silver Do.

Zhuge Xin, who was comparable to A of Spades, released all his murderous aura, was shocked and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"It's too late to leave now." After Zhuge Xin said that, his hands poked out from his black robe and slapped at the chest of the God of Death.

‘Pa’, the first palm, Zhuge Xin’s hand collided with the God of Death’s sickle, and the huge force actually made the God of Death take a step back.

The second palm followed closely, and the god of death could not dodge, his body was knocked out, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out.

The man was in the air, and the God of Death's face changed drastically. Both sides were not on the same level at all: "Retreat."

"Close the door and beat the dog." Zhang Yu saw Zhuge Xin deal with the God of Death, and smiled grimly, and the bloody mountain-piercing axe raised high: "Kill."
Chapter completed!