60 Chu Kuangren Xiao Changhe

There were two more cars on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway at midnight. Huang Dingbei, Huangda Road, Huang Tieqiao, Chen Fei,... and other people in the Sunshine Bath had nothing to say anything after learning the news brought back by Wang Gui. They immediately drove to Shanghai. This trip can be said to be a lifetime. Huangda Road and Huang Dingbei did not want to fight. Well, Xiao Chen may be half of their friend and a tenth boss, but he is still far from making them work hard, but the cold and fierce eyes of Friday Lake make them change their minds. Friday Lake's words are more important than their lives. As long as it is what the Lake is to do on Friday, they will not do even if they lose their lives. This has always been the case.

Lei Zi slowed down and looked at the mottled ground with tree shadows in front of him and whispered, "There is the Purple Garden in front."

After hearing the sound, Xiao Chen looked around this villa group tightly, highlighting the dignity and privacy of the villa and fully reflecting the feng shui concept of the royal auspicious vein. After a sneer in his heart, he continued to look. There were hundreds of acres of water between the villas, and each villa seemed to be more like a An isolated island is beautiful and shows the unique ingenuity of the builder. The beauty of Ziyuan can't be summed up in a few words, but Xiao Chen will only hate the unsympathetic man even more after seeing the scenery here.

Lei Zi carefully stopped the domineeringly next to an inconspicuous flower bush, looked at the entrance of Ziyuan, and smiled, "It's here." After saying that, he continued to smile and added, "Do you know why it's so quiet here now? Because more than half of the villas have been acquired by our Tangmen ten days ago, and the remaining half are basically controlled by our people. The only one that hasn't moved is your father Xiao Changhe's No. 12 villa.

"It seems that you have won?" Xiao Chen asked with a smile.

"That's not necessarily true. I heard from several old guys in Tangmen that Xiao Changhe has made a lot of efforts in Qingmen over the years. Both economic strength and personnel thuggers have made great progress." Lei Zi pointed to the brightly lit villa with his finger and continued, "Do you see? That is Villa No. 12. I'm afraid that there are some important people in Qingmen in the villa at this moment.

Villa No. 12, located in the north facing south, is located in the middle of the Purple Garden. In the east is a white pine, in the west is a rockery made of rocks, in front of the door is a high pile of one-way asphalt road, and in the north is a piece of water, surrounded by mountains and rivers, pine forests and rocks, and the scenery is beautiful. A small villa is actually so luxuriously decorated. If you see it on Friday, you will definitely be more shocked. Such a layout is really incredible. It not only implies the four elephants of green dragon, white tiger, rosefinch and Xuanwu, but also the surrounding villa group is more in line with the layout of the nine palaces and gossip. Fengshui can be said to be the most unique in the world. It is.

After getting out of the car, Xiao Chen and Chen Buyi, as well as Zhuge Zizhan and Li Feiyu walked into the Purple Garden with Lei Zi and Tang Qingshan. After entering the Purple Garden, it was not a fresh autumn wind but a strong bloody smell. Obviously, there was a large-scale fierce gunfight here a moment ago, and it was easy to sweep the eyes. It was found in a pool of blood, and a corpse was lying across the grass or in the water.

"Qingmen is really good. It actually made Tangmen and Brother Pao die so many people." After seeing a corpse on the ground, Lei Zi felt it.

Chen Bu frowned and didn't say a word.

Xiao Chen turned a deaf ear to these. What about life? What about death? The life and death of these people have nothing to do with him.

Zhuge Zizhan and Li Feiyu have been walking behind several people with a solemn look, as if they think of the past.

Go all the way to Villa No. 12.

Outside the brightly lit villa stood a group of white-haired but energetic old people. Opposite a group of old people stood five people, four men and one woman. Three of the men seemed to have been seriously injured. Their faces were as white as paper, but they stood strong and refused to sit down, staring at the number opposite. Ten old people were about to spit out fire.

The only intact man was wearing a thin black coat, with seven-inch long hair flying in the wind. His face was as calm as water, and his eyes were bright. Standing straight there was as vast as a god. Everything in his eyes, including a group of arrogant old people in front of him.

The woman wears a black mink coat, which wraps her body tightly and highlights her proud figure. There is no panic or fear on her white and flawless face. There is only a trace of indifference and peace. Her eyes never seem to be on the group of old people in front of her and always wander around her, like a passionate love. The girl is looking at her lover, watching him swallow thousands of miles like a tiger, watching him roll around the world, watching him rush to the beach with his bare hands...

A group of old people, without exception, were all dressed in snow-white coats. The cold wind swung and pierced their faces, but they did not tremble and coldly. They still stood there like mountains and stones, like a stone statue without moving from beginning to end.

"Xiao Changhe, do you do it yourself or do it ourselves?" An old man said like thunder, and his eyes stared at Xiao Changhe like copper bells. He is an old man in Tangmen. Thinking of the scene where the drunkard in Qingcheng Mountain slaughtered his Tangmen at the beginning, he was so hateful that he couldn't hold himself. Now he finally waited until the old drunkard died. May I ask who else in the world can stop Tangmen from winning the world?

Xiao Changhe gently moved his eyes and looked at the old man who spoke. His face was as calm as a mountain. He said proudly, "Xiao has been around the world for decades and has never thought of retreating. Since you are here today, Xiao will definitely accompany you."

The old man with copper bell-like eyes laughed and took a step gently. He stared at Xiao Changhe with a gloomy face and sneered, "If you are crazy, it seems that your nickname 'Chu madman' is indeed true."

Xiao Changhe took a step forward, with his right hand, and said coldly, "Since you are here, there is no need to worry about it. Just let it go."

Looking at the man's behavior, a trace of worry flashed in Chu Xiaoyun's eyes, but looking at the man's confident and indifferent face, a faint smile slowly appeared at the corners of Chu Xiaoyun's mouth, gentle and touching.

The old man no longer talked nonsense. He stepped forward quickly, with his hands and a pair of scissors to go straight to Xiao Changhe's neck, fierce and tricky, like a giant snake that chooses people to eat without mercy.

Xiao Changhe smiled slightly. Although he has been less than doing it with others in recent years, he is still the 'chu madman' who dominated the world 20 years ago. Henan Shaolin, Sichuan Pao Ge, Guangdong Hongmen, Shanxi Xiangma, Yungui drug lord. Where is there not his figure? Where is he not so domineering? Chu Kuangren, this title has almost been forgotten by the rivers and lakes. However, tonight, this title will definitely rise again, like an eagle straight up to the blue clouds, like a tiger across the mountains and forests!

The right foot stepped back half a step, and the left fist burst out, like thunder, straight to the old man's scissors hand, with force, no skill but full of skills!

A touch of horror flashed in the old man's eyes. He quickly closed the momentum and said with a sneer, "Chu Kuang is worthy of Chu Kuang." The old man did not have any contempt for Xiao Changhe. The scissors hand just now was purely a temptation. Now, since he knew that Xiao Changhe used this method of playing with force, he began to bypass the attack range of Xiao Changhe, and stared closely at Xiao Changhe's fists, just because the prestige of these fists had been shocked. The world.

"Chu Kuangren, two fists."

These six words are known to the older generation of people in the world. Xiao Changhe's fist is as popular as his reputation, and no one can reach it.

Looking at the old man's careful eyes, there was a trace of disdain in Xiao Changhe's eyes. Suddenly, he roared, his right leg suddenly kicked on the ground, and took a tight step out a few feet away. His left toe suddenly pointed to the ground. One leaped in the air, and his right fist hit the old man like the wind. There were no gorgeous moves, no tedious and dazzling boxing skills. Some are just a meat fist, a meat fist that strengthens steel.

Outside the crowd, Zhuge Zizhan whispered, "Mr. Tang lost."

Li Feiyu echoed and said, "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time. The Nanquan of Changhe is no longer Nanquan."

In the crowd, Tang Laoqi looked at Xiao Changhe, who came in the air, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. He wanted to dodge but found that the Chu man who was falling from the sky seemed to have locked himself. No matter how he dodged his fist, he would hit his weakest place in a second or perhaps shorter time. Now he crossed his heart and gritted his teeth. He raised his hands and greeted Chu Kuang's punch from the sky.

One is Xiao Changhe, which is in the sky, and the other is Tang Laoqi, who is in the sun. No matter how he calculates, Tang Laoqi can't avoid this punch. Even if he barely fights, he is bound to be injured by this powerful punch.

However, in the lightning, a silver needle shining with light blue light flew to Xiao Changhe in the moonlight, disappearing very fast.

Chu Xiaoyun, who was watching the battle, couldn't help shouting, "Be careful."

The other three men behind Chu Xiaoyun's faces were also full of worry at this moment.

On the periphery of the crowd, Xiao Chen looked at the silver needle and suddenly felt the contradiction in his heart. He didn't know what his mind was. Was Xiao Changhe injured and fell to the ground or was Xiao Changhe safe and sound?

Zhuge Zizhan sneered in a low voice and said, "Tangmen Lao Liu is still so despicable and shameless. It's really a shame for him."

Li Feiyu smiled and didn't answer.

Looking at the silver needle flying to him with a light blue light, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corners of Xiao Changhe's mouth, a poisonous needle? So what! Unexpectedly, he ignored the silver needle at all, and his domineering fist still hit Tang Laoqi, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth. I must not be able to retreat with my whole body tonight. How can I give Tangmen and Brother Pao a blood price before death?

Chu Kuangren, Xiao Changhe! In the past 20 years, no one in the world has been out of reach and can't be matched!