Before the entire sky was dark, Chu Tian and the others returned to the Black Dragon Building.

The police at the door had already withdrawn, and the Black Dragon Association gang members were gone. All corners of the Black Dragon Building were closely guarded by the brothers of the Supervisor, and the open and secret whistles were crossed and ambushed. Even with the Prime Minister's words, the mortal world was still very careful in doing things, and there would never be any big mistakes.

When Chu Tian stepped into the hall, the cemetery was tightly closed. No matter how he fought with Zhou Zhaosen, he still didn't bother to do the digging of people's ancestral graves. All grudges should be buried with death.

When he arrived at the top floor, Zhou Zhaosen's palace, Chu Tian sat on the soft sofa, smiled on the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Zhou Zhaosen's sofa is quite good, I suddenly fell in love with it."

The mortal world picked up the newly opened 82 red wine on the table, poured half a cup for Chu Tian, ​​and said respectfully: "If the young marshal really likes this place, then let's stay for a long time. Anyway, the feng shui here is really good."

Chu Tian picked up the red wine, shook his head gently, and sighed: "Don't say that the Black Dragon Building is Zhou Zhaosen's lifeblood. Thousands of Black Dragons will gang up the murderous aura to regain the spiritual holy land. Even if Zhou Zhaosen gave it to me, I wouldn't dare to stay for too long. The Black Dragon Building will be flattened by the state sooner or later. Wouldn't I beg myself to die?"

The mortal world thought a little, nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Young Marshal, are you sure of the decisive battle in three days?"

Chu Tian's eyes became deeper, he took a sip of red wine, and said calmly: "This is a big bet!"

The mortal world was also sighing. It was indeed a big bet. If the Shuai Army lost, the Shuai Army's future in the capital would be basically over; the hard work of the old man in Zhongnanhai was also in vain; if the Black Dragon would lose, the Black Dragon would not only lose all his face, but also lose his spiritual holy land, but also his overlord status would be greatly shaken.

This battle can’t be defeated!

The rain hit the floor-to-ceiling window, and the world outside the window was completely confused.

Suddenly, a knock on the door came from the door. Chu Tian turned his head and looked. Fang Qing was slowly walking in with a look of fatigue on his face. The mortal world got up and took the glass, poured Fang Qing a glass of red wine, and then quietly walked out the door and closed the door.

After Fang Qing sat down, she collapsed in Chu Tian’s arms and gasped and said, “I’m so exhausted!”

Chu Tian brought the red wine to her mouth, and smiled and said, "A person of eighty gave you instructions, are you still tired?"

After drinking two sips of red wine, Fang Qing became much more energetic and sighed, "The Black Dragon Building is no less than a database, with various firewalls and top-level passwords everywhere. It is not easy to copy the information. Moreover, the Black Dragon will know that we want to copy their information and constantly delete and destroy it through networking in other places."

Chu Tian patted her face gently and said softly: "With your personality, I believe you must have made some major discoveries, otherwise you are still trying your best now."

Fang Qing smiled softly, sat up, her expression became solemn, and said, "I did make a major discovery when I report to the Young Marshal, but I don't know if it will be useful for the development of the Marshal's Army!"

Chu Tian's expression also became solemn. He held the wine glass with his right hand and said lightly: "What did you find?"

Fang Qing took out a few pieces of paper from her body and said in a calm tone: "It has something to do with the Golden Triangle. Zhou Zhaosen, the Tutu organization and the people from Shacheng are ready to join forces to kill Sha Kun, the poison king of the Golden Triangle. The Black Dragon will pay the money, the Tutu organization will send people to shoot, and Shacheng will provide information."

Chu Tian picked up the information handed over by Fang Qing, looked carefully several times, and glanced at their date of work. On the 20th day of the lunar calendar, Chu Tian calculated lightly and was slightly surprised: That's not next month? It seems that the Golden Triangle is about to be in bloody storm again.

Chu Tian turned his head to look at Fang Qing and said seriously: "How did you get this information?"

Fang Qing pointed to the corner of Zhou Zhaosen's palace and said slowly: "There is a mezzanine in the corner of the wall and a computer inside. After we entered the Black Dragon Building, the first person I ran to was Zhou Zhaosen's palace. I discovered the inner world there. Then I cracked the password for two hours. Just after copying the data, the information in the computer was automatically destroyed, so I only copied this incomplete information."

Chu Tian believed Fang Qing's words, so he didn't go to the corner to check it. He lay on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

Fang Qing did not disturb him, and slowly tasted the red wine, her beautiful lips flashing with an attractive luster.

Suddenly, Chu Tian sighed long and said helplessly: "It seems that I am going to meddle in other people's business again!"

Although the change of the dynasty of the Golden Triangle had no direct impact on the Supervisor Army, if they were allowed to succeed, they would benefit the "Tutu Organization" and the Black Dragon. Given the accumulated contradiction between the Supervisor Army and theirs, a big battle will take place sooner or later. If the enemy is strong, I will be weak. Chu Tian naturally does not allow them to become stronger, not to mention that the "Tutu Organization" owes more than 20 lives to the Supervisor Army when it attacks the military camp.

Fang Qing nodded in understanding, the smile on her face exuded charm. Chu Tian hugged Fang Qing's slim waist without hesitation, biting Fang Qing's seductive red lips, confusing and stimulating alcohol, making it difficult for both of them to control. The clothes were removed, the shoulders were exposed, and the whole room became erotic.

The cold wind and rain outside the window are lively and fragrant.

The heavy rain has lasted for more than twenty hours. No one knows when the heavy rain will fall, and Sha Qinxiu doesn't know. She only knows that the wine in the "Eight Kings Mansion" is still so mellow and so passionate, and it can even awaken the loneliness and longing in her heart.

The lights on the 'Eight Kings Mansion' seem very warm, which is particularly touching on windy and rainy nights.

Sha Qinxiu drank three cups of mellow wine in succession, and her face suddenly became rosy. The two women in strong clothes behind her seemed a little helpless. Sha Qinxiu was most afraid of others to advise her not to drink, so the two women in strong clothes did not dare to speak to stop her.

Sha Qinxiu had already drunk half a pot of hot wine and was about to fill the cup, she suddenly remembered what Chu Tian once said: Girls should never drink too much wine. A difficult-to-guess gentleness surged on Sha Qinxiu's face, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was helpless, but she finally put down the wine pot.

Two women in strong clothes behind him were slightly surprised. The sun came out from the west?

Sha Qinxiu looked outside and sighed softly: "Qinxiu is afraid of it, and she will give up for you!"

The rainwater from the eaves gathers into a stream of water, and then falls on the wet ground and sputters around.

The autumn wind, carrying cold and watery air, poured in from the door and blew directly on Sha Qinxiu's face. The slightly hot cheeks instantly became cold, making Sha Qinxiu's dull eyes restored to its clarity and beauty, and a helpless and bitter smile appeared on her face.

Suddenly, two people walked into the door, to be precise, an elderly couple.

Two women in strong clothes became alert, their jade hands were already touching the short gun in their arms, and their eyes were scanning the elderly couple.

Sha Qinxiu was also slightly surprised. The "Eight Kings Mansion" had been wrapped up by her. For half a month, the store owner also posted an internal decoration notice outside. Logically, no one should have come to the "Eight Kings Mansion" in the past half month, so those who dare to step into the "Eight Kings Mansion" must be prepared.

Two women in strong suits took a few steps forward and waved their hands gently. More than a dozen men emerged from the building, holding guns in their hands, and the black muzzles were pointed at the elderly couple, ready to shoot at any time.

Sha Qinxiu raised her head and asked coldly: "Who are you?"

The old couple did not make a sound. The old man slowly raised the tightly clasped Sanxian. Everyone was relieved. It turned out to be a singing artist. Sha Qinxiu wanted to wave her hand to let them leave, but when she saw the storm, she felt a little compassion and said, "Come here, play two songs. If you play well, you will be rewarded."

The elderly couple smiled slightly and helped each other in, without any fear on their faces, revealing the helplessness of the wind and rain.

These days, if you have to play and sing and make a living with such strong winds and rains, anyone will be helpless. If you have experienced too many ups and downs in your life and lived too hard, you will no longer be afraid.

No one knew their identity, and no one asked Sha Qinxiu. She leaned quietly on the chair and watched the elderly couple tuning the piano.

After a while, the old man's fingers were gently rhythmic, the sound of the piano sounded, and the old woman also sang it. It was Chen Houzhu's "Yu Shu* Flower": "Liyu Fanglin faces the high shelves, and her new clothes are beautiful and charming; the house is charming and charming, and she doesn't come in at once, and she comes out of the curtain and smiles. The face of the charming girl is like a flower with dew, and the jade tree shines with light*."

The dozen people upstairs had quietly retreated and returned to the place they should have returned without any rest.

The desolate and ancient string sound of the old man, coupled with the old woman's low and mute song, the "Eight Kings Mansion" was instantly filled with an indescribable sorrow and helpless sorrow, but it also brought an indescribable tranquility. Sha Qinxiu was like a deer shot by a sharp arrow, and her eyes became disorienting, with a faint loss.

Beauty will eventually grow old, heroes will grow old, and all the joy, glory and stimulation in life will slowly pass with time.

The string sounds and tragic songs not only made Sha Qinxiu feel disturbed, but instead made her quiet. Perhaps it was this quiet that saved her life.

The tranquility of her mind made her smell the danger, and she suddenly found that the old woman's arm had strength.

The old woman sang the last two lines in a low voice: "The flowers bloom and fall forever, and the fallen reds all over the ground return to silence!"

The singing stopped and the sound of my strings came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, Sha Qinxiu saw a flash of light, and a steel wire was fiercely wrapped around her neck. Sha Qinxiu, who had been through many battles, kicked the table and fell backwards. At the same time, her right hand had already pulled out a short gun, and with a "bang", hitting the middle of the steel wire. The steel wire that was originally rolled towards Sha Qinxiu instantly deviated, hitting the kicked table with a "bang" hit, and the table was split in half.

Sha Qinxiu also pulled out the dagger from her waist.

The domineering behavior of the steel wire surprised Sha Qinxiu secretly, and she could not have imagined that the old woman was so vicious.

When the two women in strong clothes saw the sudden incident, they hurriedly reached out to pull out their guns. I slapped Sanxian and the beautiful and precious sword jumped in my hand. They took two steps forward, and the sword turned into an arc and cut it away from the two women in strong clothes. The women in strong clothes were shocked and dared not resist. They took a few steps back and jumped away to the side, and then they almost avoided the attack of the sword.

The sound of footsteps sounded upstairs, and my husband's face changed slightly, and he shouted: "Kill her!"

The old woman shouted: "Capture the king first!"

The old man nodded slightly, shouted loudly, and slashed three times in succession, forcing the two women in strong clothes to no avail, rolled up on the ground in a mess, and escaped the old man's attack, let alone pull out his pistol to deal with the old man.

The old man cursed in his heart: ***, if the injury had not healed, it would be so difficult to crack these two girls.

The old man saw two women in strong clothes being forced to leave by himself, so he quickly turned around to help the old woman attack Sha Qinxiu.

Sha Qinxiu had already struggled to deal with the old woman. Although she had a short gun in her hand, she had no chance to shoot. The old woman's steel wire did not give her a chance to breathe, let alone raise her gun and aim at shooting. Now she had to rely on her subordinates upstairs to rush over to support her.

As soon as the old man's sword joined the battle, Sha Qinxiu immediately had no power to backhand. The old couple instantly forced Sha Qinxiu to the corner. The old woman took advantage of Sha Qinxiu's carelessness and rolled the steel wire and wrapped it around the dagger in Sha Qinxiu's hand. With a fierce pull, the dagger took off. The old man immediately took two steps forward, and handed the sword lightly, and it was pressed against Sha Qinxiu's throat in an instant, but it did not pierce in immediately.

Because the elderly couple had already heard the voice behind them shouting in unison: "Don't move!"

The old woman turned around slightly and then smiled bitterly. Two women in strong costumes led a dozen men to raise their guns at them. She knew completely that if Sha Qinxiu was killed now, she would definitely have more than a dozen bullet holes on her and the old man. These people were jungle warriors, and their marksmanship was extraordinary.

It seems that today's assassination failed again! The old woman sighed in her heart.

The two gangs became confrontation. Although the cold wind kept pouring into the "Eight Kings Mansion", they all felt sweat on their heads.

"Oh!" A sigh came, with a little helplessness: "The wind and rain are so bad, can't you drink a cup of mellow wine? Why do you want to fight and kill!"

Sha Qinxiu and the old woman both looked up at the door, smiled on their faces, and felt relieved.

The old man and more than a dozen men did not look back, for fear of losing their lives accidentally.

After a while, the person who came had already walked among them and said lightly: "Let them go!"

Sha Qinxiu waved her hand and said calmly: "Get out!"

More than a dozen big men nodded slightly, immediately withdrew with a well-trained and returned to their post.

Two women in strong clothes stood beside each other, holding the short gun tightly in their jade hands to prevent other changes.

The old woman also put away the steel wire, patted the husband on the shoulder, and said lightly: "Please close the knife, there is a young marshal here, everyone is at peace."

I put away the sword, turned slightly, and saw Chu Tian’s indifferent smile and Feng Wuqing’s cold expression.

Chu Tian glanced a few times and said in a calm tone: "Yang Feiyang, Qiao Yin, why are you not staying at home? You run out in the wind and rain, and you are dressed up as an elderly couple. Are you not afraid of causing trouble for the Black Dragon?"

Qiao Yin did not answer Chu Tian's words, glanced at him for a few seconds, then held the knife and walked out the door.
Chapter completed!