The descendants of the Fucha family conspired to help foreign gangsters. They continued to clean up the ruins left by the button particles, and saw that the cave was about to be dug.

Fu Qichao was a master of evil arts, capable of killing people invisible. He silently walked around behind Matsui, with a dagger already protruding from his sleeve. Just when he was about to use a dirty trick, he just raised his hand when he was suddenly struck by a

He grabbed it with a cold big hand. This big hand was so strong that it caused severe pain in his wrist. He was afraid that the bones in his arm would break in an instant.

He is a master of shamanism, and his body skills are so fake that even Nalan Hong almost fell down in front of him after falling for it. Naturally, the life of a little Japanese is considered trivial in his eyes. It can be said that he can take it in the blink of an eye.

He killed Matsui, but he didn't expect that someone was faster than him and grabbed his real body with one hand.

But his actions were seen by other followers of the Tong Jia clan. This was a signal from Ezhen to them. They were all elite soldiers and strong generals. They often encountered wild wolves when hunting in the Xing'an Mountains.

A dead wolf that can be beaten with bare hands, let alone a few foreign terrorists, exchanged a look with Ezhen, and when Ezhen nodded to them, they all stabbed the foreigners in the back several times without any fuss.

One shot and one bullet killed all the twenty or so terrorists in an instant. But they were fighting among themselves. If they had been able to survive the war, Japan would not have had the guts to invade again.

Fu Qichao's hand was grabbed tightly, and the hand was already drooping. He saw that the bones of his wrist were crushed. He screamed in pain and immediately fell down. Matsui didn't know what to do at first.

What was going on, I suddenly realized when I saw that all the men I brought were inexplicably killed by the descendants of the Fucha family.

"Baga! The Chinese people have a very bad conscience! They are dead!" He wanted to resist, but unexpectedly, a dozen people turned and pointed their guns at him.

"Professor Thomas, hurry...save me!" he shouted.

Behind him, Professor Thomas had a sullen face. He pinched Fu Qichao's wrist with his big hands without even taking a breath. He didn't look like a scientific researcher who was over seventy years old.

The descendants of the Fucha family were approaching step by step. If they had not considered Fu Qichao's safety, they would have beaten this old Japanese and Western professor into a sieve.

"Stop!" Boss Fu shouted to stop the tragedy from happening. He could see that this Professor Thomas was the real master. He didn't care about Fu Qichao. He was not his own son. He sacrificed his life for the treasure of the Qing Dynasty Dragon Vein.

It didn't matter to him, but Professor Thomas kept it secret that he didn't dare to be his enemy, and the true nature of the businessman was revealed again.

"Professor, what you want is just a small box. You also know that we Chinese have enmity with the Japanese. We have no objections to Americans. There is no need for us to break up because of little Japan, right? Please hand over Matsui.

, our cooperation must continue." The rich boss is indeed a businessman, and he never does business at a loss. There is really no need to sacrifice a few more lives of his men for a small broken box.

"Professor...Professor...Chinese people have very bad consciences. Don't believe them." Matsui begged Professor Thomas in very non-standard Chinese.

The old man with blond hair and blue eyes finally spoke. He spoke very standard Chinese. He smiled slightly and said: "Actually, I don't like Japanese people either!"
Chapter completed!