Chapter 115 Conspire Later

In this action, aiming at the target, Wang Chan was on a temporary basis. He did it as soon as he thought of it, and did not make any plan. It was just that everything was simple, and he did not inform Mr. Zhang behind Zhou Lin. Even from yesterday to now, Wang Chan has not let Zhou Lin's father and daughter contact the outside world.

Wang Chan did this for a careful consideration. The water on the ground of the capital is too deep, and the political interests in the hearts of the bigwigs are intertwined. No one can guarantee that yesterday's enemies will become today's friends! After all, Wang Chan and Mr. Zhang are not familiar with each other. They have only seen a short side, so they simply hide the news. When he returned to the capital this time, he wanted to attack Tang Xieshou and Lin Changzhi. Once the news leaked out, it would be a big trouble!

Even if he has now practiced the secret of killing seven knives, attacking from afar and near, and indestructible, he is in a different place and is not familiar with the land. If he wants to kill a bloody road from the boundary of the capital with heavy soldiers, he also needs to see if he has that luck.

In particular, he also killed the next generation of the Lin family's successor, which has long been regarded as a thorn in the Lin family. This time, we will move the earth on the head of "Taisui" and kill Lin Changzhi. If the Lin family is not allowed to "jump over the wall", mobilize the army, and do another "anti-terrorism military exercise" and so on.

As for Tang Xieshou, the deacon elder of Hongmen in the United States, he is also a legendary figure and is quite well-known in the world of overseas Chinese. Moreover, this person has always been the head of the Liang faction's gossip overseas. In his life, he has taught countless disciples, and his descendants have spread all over the world, and he has also taken the route of their ancestor of the gossip, Dong Haichuan, to teach boxing between the powerful. If not, for so many years, the overseas Hongmen General Hall has been mixed with fish and dragons, dragons and snakes, and the struggle for power change is not slightly worse than that of political parties in some countries. How could he occupy the position of deacon at such an old age?

I'm afraid I won't unload my armor and return to the field early. I'll go home and wait for my death!!!

Although in Wang Chan's materials, because of his old age, this Tang Jieshou's boxing and martial arts have long been degraded and can't maintain his peak physical strength, he is always a treasure, and this person's connections in overseas countries are really a life ring. In addition, Tang Jieshou fought and killed all his life, with a firm heart and vicious means, so he was also secretly called "poisonous gossip" among the older generation of elders in Hongmen.

Therefore, when Wang Chan heard that Tang Jie's hand had arrived in the capital this time, he immediately came to the door. After finishing the trouble, his idea was to hit it and immediately escape thousands of miles away.

Although the Lin family is powerful, it is also easy to be coveted. After killing Lin Changzhi, it will definitely cause a turmoil. As long as the Lin family overdoes it and is caught, of course, the aggressive power groups in all aspects will not let go of the opportunity to hit them hard out of thin air.

The struggle for power is endless, which is the drawback of a large political family. You should think of danger in peace all the time. Although you are in a high position, you still need to be cautious and cautious. It seems that the scenery is infinite. In fact, God secretly knows how many pairs of eyes are staring at and want to replace them.

"Okay, it's getting late. I'm leaving!" Wang Chan said lightly, pushed the door and got out of the car, and crossed the road directly.

At the same time, in a room on the 13th floor of the Westin Hotel, the white-haired Tang Xieshou was also sitting opposite Yue Poru, saying something.

Yue Poru has practiced inner boxing and martial arts swordsmanship, so he still looks like a middle-aged man, and he can't tell the actual age. However, he only saw that his brother Ye Tianshi could spend 60 years practicing a flying sword, but he was as gentle as jade, as about 30 people. He also knew that Yue Poru would certainly not be too young, but Wudang was the ancestor of the world's boxing. When he practiced kung fu to his bones, he could also maintain his face and maintain his physical strength.

It is most noteworthy that at this time, Yue Poru's hand was playing with three stones of different shapes, one by one crystal clear, not gold but not jade, but one was as dark as ink, one as red as fire, and one as yellow as pure gold.

These three stones are all like the purest beautiful jade in the world. The patterns on them seem to be made by nature. They are different, but there seems to be some mysterious connection in them. The soft light shines, the halo flows, and the weather is thousands of weather. When you look at it, it seems that it has plunged into the starry sky...

Yue Poru spread out his palms with his hands flat, and his eyes looked at the three magical stones in his hands obsessively, as if intoxicated.

Obviously, this is the piece of "Tianganeki" that he tried his best to find for a long time and fell into the hands of Hongmen overseas.

In the face of Yue Poru, who was full of indulgence, even Tang Xies, the elder of Hongmen, was invisible and restrained his sharpness. He didn't want to leak out a trace of anger that could arouse the other party's disgust.

This is not only because the other party is the leader of one of the most powerful departments in mainland China, but also because Tang Xieshou knows that this Yue Po is also one of the inheritors of the inner door of the Longmen Wudang generation. Quanzhen Sect was originally the largest Taoist sect in the north in history. Although it was later divided into seven schools, the Longmen Taoist school created by Changchun Zhenzhenqiu was later. It has been in full of momentum for hundreds of years, and it may not be much worse than that of Quanzhen Sect in those years. Especially in the Song Ming Dynasty, there was a famous slod in the branch next branch of Longmen. Zhang Sanfeng, a Taoist, realized the truth in Wudang Mountain and passed on the true biography of Longmen Wudang.

Although Hongmen is powerful and claims to have millions of disciples, it can only be regarded as a second- and third-rate organization compared with the hidden sect of Wudang Mountain. In the eyes of the real outside world, they are afraid that they are almost the same as running around the world.

"Mr. Tang is really sincere! I'm very satisfied!!"

After a while, Yue Poru stopped playing with the three heavenly stones in his hand and slowly raised his head with a smile on his face. He has been in a high position for too long, and he is well acquainted with the way of the emperor. No matter what he encounters, he is used to his joy and anger, especially in front of unfamiliar people, and it is even more difficult for people to think about what he is thinking.

But this Tiangan stone is really too important to him. Now he gets another one when he sees the bloodless blade. At present, he is happy in his heart, and there is also a smile on his face, which makes Tang Jie, who is opposite him, feel relieved.

"As long as Mr. Yue is satisfied, that's good! It's not in vain for my painstaking work. It's just that Mr. Yue, please understand the request we just made.

Tang Jie nodded, and his tone also brought a sense of fierceness and solemnity.

The old man has done his best to avenge his grandson Tang Niu, at all costs.

As Tang Xie spoke, he also secretly looked at every trace of expression on Yue Poru's face. At the same time, he turned his eyes and gave a look to Lin Changzhi, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to Yue Poru, "Mr. Lin, what do you say!"

There are also five bald men in different forms sitting on the sofa on the side of Lin Changzhi. Obviously, they are the five monks specially sent by the Shaolin Temple this time.

In addition, there are three handsome middle-aged men sitting next to several Shaolin monks in the room, one with a belly as big as a drum, one with thick arms, and the other with a heavy face.

Tang Xieshou is also a big boxer of gossip boxing. He has fought countless battles in his life. Naturally, it can be seen that these people around Lin Changzhi are all powerful, and their actual combat and physical fitness have reached their peaks.

"This is Master Yang Bokai, one of the direct inheritors of the generation of Yang-style Taijiquan. This is Master Zhao Wuji, the head coach of the Nanquan Federation in the capital. This is Master Zongwei of the Simin Boxing Club. They are all famous figures in the martial arts in the capital. It happens that Wang Chan also killed six masters including Song Shidao before. I just want to see Wang Chan's ability together.

In the face of Tang Xie's eyes and inquiries, Lin Changzhi smiled and simply introduced him to the three capital masters he invited.

"We all know that the five ancestors of Hongmen have their own unique skills. Now they are blooming in the wall and fragrant outside the wall. After working in foreign countries for so many years, I don't know how many masters Mr. Tang has brought to avenge his grandson this time. We are in the martial arts world in the capital, but we don't know much about your overseas team.

Zhao Wuji, the chief instructor of Nanquan Association in Beijing, is nearly two meters tall. His body shape is different from that of thunder. His muscles are like iron all over his body. He sits on the sofa and straightens up half a way taller than others, especially a pair of arms, which gives people the feeling that they are thick, big and long.

Indeed, it's really thick, big and long. Zhao Wuji's upper and lower muscles are knots, like steel and iron. His arms are almost as thick as his thighs, and his forearm is three points thicker than his big arms. A pair of palms the size of a fan connect his wrists, and two black and shiny heavy iron rings are worn on them.

"This Zhao Wuji has practiced the iron line fist in Hong's fist, but he is deep in kung fu and talented. He has been trained to the point where the bridge hand is like iron. The iron rings on the two wrists are inseparable. He fights with people, can attack and block, not idle people."

One of the most important reasons why Hongmen is called Hongmen is that most of the disciples practice Hongquan. Tang Xieshou himself is also a smart trainer. His eyes are vicious. Naturally, it can be seen that Zhao Wuji's iron fist is really hard to the extreme. In addition, Hongquan has also been widely spread by Hongmen in Europe and the United States for nearly a hundred years, and foreigners have also practiced a lot. Both sides practice the same boxing, so Zhao Wuji first "difficult" and asked Tang Jie what overseas Chinese masters he brought back to China.

However, after all, Tang Xieshou is also a popular figure. For decades, he has not encountered anything. He seems to have a culture of Zhao Wuji as if he has no fault, and he doesn't pay attention to it, and he doesn't show a trace of expression on his face.

"Iron Wire Fist is to exercise the power of the bridge hand. Long kung fu, fitness is okay, but when you use it to fight, you still use the way of Hong Fist. Is it okay? As long as you meet Wang Chan, you will naturally know it. I won't be here to talk to you!!" Tang Jie snorted and gently glanced at Zhao Wuji, who looked like a black iron tower. His face was expressionless. There was a slight cold light in his eyes, which flashed away, and the white hair on his head shook gently.

"Why did I come back to China this time? What happened? I'm sure Mr. Yue won't know, right?" Ianing Zhao Wuji's question, Tang Xie suddenly changed his voice and turned to talk to Yue Po.

"Of course I know about this! However, there have been some statements and agreements between your party and the political axe before. In China, there is only the Zhigong Party and there will be no Hongmen gang. I just didn't expect that Mr. Tang would have a conflict with Wang Chan and a grudge! Here, on behalf of myself, I would like to express my deep regret for Ling Sun's misfortune. In addition, our National Security Bureau will also increase its efforts in this regard and spare no effort to crack down on the activities of any hostile forces in China.

Yue Poru nodded gently and said nothing, but he still showed his goodwill in his words.

And from his words, it is not difficult to hear that after Hongmen went overseas for so many years and returned to the mainland, there was also a fixed reason. Maybe he still secretly signed an agreement with the political axe.

"Mr. Yue, what I want from you is a kind promise, not your uniform official language." Tang Jie's eyebrows were deeply twisted together and formed a big pimple: "I spent a lot of money to buy this Tiangan stone from a retired lieutenant general in the United States. I don't want to give it to Mr. Yue for nothing. You should know what I want?"

"Of course. I can come here to meet you today, which is enough to express my sincerity!" Yue Poru was not moved by Tang Jie's hand at all, but his eyes suddenly turned on the golden skystone in his hand, and then he also smiled: "Well, in that case, I think I haven't seen anything. I don't pay attention to the matter of you going to Jie and Wang Chan."

"Mr. Yue's speech is disappointing!" Tang Jie still frowned: "I hope Mr. Yue can mobilize more power in this matter. I know that you are full of masters. As long as you can help, I believe that Wang Chan can't escape from the edge of the sky."

Indeed, the National Security Bureau holds the power and has all matters related to the security of housekeepers at home and abroad. The secret agents are well-known. If Yue Poru agrees to use the power of the National Security Bureau to intervene, Wang Chanzhen will also expose the target at any time.

Since Tang Xieshou knew Wang Chan's means, he also gave up the idea of fighting life and death with the master of Hongmen and him, and turned to rely on the power of the domestic mainland to deal with Wang Chan.

Especially so far, Wang Chan is still missing. He only knows that he hid in the deep mountains and forests more than a month ago, and then disappeared without a trace. Tang Xieshou returned to China this time and brought only more than 20 people. How could he rely on these people to search the mountain to find people?

"That's impossible. I, Yue, have always been public, private, and never use public for private. Although this piece of Tianganeki is of great significance to me, it can't be exchanged for the power in the action bureau to help you. It's better for you to solve the feud between you and Wang Chan by yourself. More importantly, Mr. Tang also has someone to help now. If the situation settles down, everything will not be left to you to speak.

Yue Poru spoke slowly, and his eyes swept over Lin Changzhi's face.

"Haha, haha!!" Tang Jie patted the table and sneered repeatedly: "Then I don't care. Since you have received my things, you have to help me do things. Anyway, the old man's grandson is dead, and there is no hope. It's boring to live any more. Mr. Yue, if you want to be perfunctory, then I will risk the whole capital upside down. Everyone Don't have a good time. Moreover, if I want to die here, millions of disciples of Hongmen will not sit idly by. They will always find justice. At that time, the crowd will be excited. I believe that even with your ability, it will be difficult to protect yourself!"

"What a Tang Jieshou. Sure enough, he still has the old temper of those years, and his prestige has not diminished those years." In the face of Tang Jie's naked threat, Yue Poru didn't care at all. He only laughed suddenly and seemed to be very happy: "First, although you are the elder of Hongmen, you have been half retreating for a long time. You don't have much power. You don't count on many things. Second, even if there are millions of Hongmen disciples, they are all Chinese descendants. You Let's see which one can be the enemy of the country... Therefore, it's better for Mr. Tang to be cautious and know the truth that the disaster comes from the mouth. In addition, I also have a piece of advice. Wang Chan is unusual. If you want to take revenge on him, you should be prepared to be found by him. This man acts like a demon and doesn't follow common sense. If you know that if you look for him again, I'm afraid he will turn around and kill him soon. Maybe at that time... Ha ha, everything will end!!"

"Hmm! I'm not afraid that he will come, but I'm afraid that he won't come!" Tang Jie's old eyes seemed to have a heavy knife light flashing violently, gritting his teeth and full of hatred. "If he doesn't come to me, I want to find him all over the world. It's better for him to appear in front of me now, so that he can end his enmity as soon as possible and ask him to go down and make a horse for my grandson."

"Oh? Since Mr. Tang has such great confidence to deal with Wang Chan, it is even more unreasonable for me to mobilize the power of the National Security Bureau. Yue Po raised his eyelids and didn't say anything about what Tang Jie said.

"It seems that Mr. Yue still has great doubts about our strength!" Tang Xie suddenly nodded at the disciples lined up behind him: "Tang said, Tang Yue, Tang Xing, show Mr. Yue your skills, so that our children of Hongmen will not be underestimated."

"Huh?" When Yue Poru heard the words, he noticed that among the two rows of disciples standing behind Tang Xie's hand, suddenly three in the middle smiled at him.

As soon as the smile came into his eyes, Yue Poru suddenly felt cold all over, and there were several cold wars in succession. ** The skin outside even had a layer of dense goose bumps on his face. His body moved immediately and couldn't help jumping up on the sofa, as if he had been stepped on his tail and hurting to the extreme. Cats.

As his bullets moved, in front of the sofa that Yue Poru was just making, on a hardwood carved coffee table, there was a sudden pop-p-p... A series of rain-like dense sound like bananas.

It was still on the smooth table just now. In less than a fifth of a second, it was already full of thick holes with toothpicks, like a sieve.

At the same time, each of the three middle-aged men stretched out and shrank, and a long silver tube disappeared in the palm of their palms.

(to be continued)