Zhao Gangli got up and made a breakfast for Huang Lingling, Guo Furong and the others.

After the family had breakfast happily, Zhao Gangliang left Zhao's mansion.

Without the reluctance of separation from life and death, nor the passionate departure, Zhao Gang-ling seemed to be visiting his neighbor's house.

Of course, it is not appropriate to say that it is a visit. Today, Zhao Gangqing wore a Zhongshan outfit that he rarely wore in the past. His hair was naked and he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes under his feet. His whole body looked like a student during the May Fourth Movement.

In fact, Zhao Gangliang is indeed a student. If he had been staying in school, he would probably have been in junior high school.

Xu Jiyuan drove the car with a slightly solemn expression.

After Zhao Gangliang's car left Zhao's mansion, Cao Baishuang came from the backyard to the front yard.

She didn't say hello to Huang Lingling and others, but just stood in the yard, watching the direction where Zhao Gangyan's car left, and was silent.

The car slowly drove into the capital airport and came under the private jet exclusive to the Zhao family.

Xuanyuan and others were already ready.

This time when he went to Tibet, Zhao Gang-ling did not bring many people. He only brought those people from Paradise Lost. First, because these people could trust them, and second, because these people had cooperated several times, and they had a tacit understanding.

In this war, any help, no matter how small it is, can save your life.

"Honor."

"Honor!"

Xuanyuan and others saw Zhao Gangliang appear and bowed.

"Um."

Zhao Gangliang nodded and agreed, and got on the plane.

Xuanyuan and his friends followed him on the plane.

This time when going to Tibet, Zhao Gang-ryung did not bring Liangzi and others, because if these people had the strength of fighting, Kalangzi was the strongest, and the others were just average. Now these people's role is more to command the entire Fangya Gang and let them go to Tibet. The role played by the role is far less than that of letting them stay in the Fangya Gang.

Zhao Gangliang sat on the wide sofa, looking out the window, and didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, Zhao Gangliang's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a text message from the central government, which surprised Zhao Gang-liang a little.

"Give up glory to the country and come back alive."

The simple eight words represent many meanings.

Zhao Gang-rye threw his cell phone aside and closed his eyes to rest.

The plane quickly left the Capital Airport and flew to Tibet.

Even the most sarcastic and perverted human emperor on weekdays is extremely quiet at this time.

Only soothing music and the faint roar of the engine were heard on the plane.

I don't know how long it took to fly.

The plane began to descend slowly.

Finally, the plane landed at the airport in Tibet.

Several black cars were already parked at the airport.

The cabin door is open.

Zhao Gang-rye, dressed in Zhongshan suit, was the first to walk out of the cabin door.

Next to the black car, Zhao Tiezhu looked at his son and grinned, "You are much more leisurely than you, and I am here."

"Isn't you here? So I'm fine." Zhao Gang walked off the plane with a smile, then came to Zhao Tiezhu, opened his hand, and hugged Zhao Tiezhu.

"Let's go, your uncle and the others are waiting for you." Zhao Tiezhu patted Zhao Gang's shoulder, and then the two got into the car together, while Xuanyuan and others got into the cars next to them.

The car slowly drove off the apron.

Not long after, a convoy left the airport in Tibet.

When the convoy left the airport and first started to board the expressway, an explosion suddenly broke out at the toll station on the expressway.

The violent explosion blew up the entire toll station, and half of the train cars were buried under the rubble.

No one knew why the toll station suddenly exploded. People dug out seven or eight corpses from the cars buried under the rubble. The identities of these corpses were quickly investigated. They were people from the Zhao family.

However, it was not Zhao Gang-rye, nor Zhao Tiezhu, but very ordinary people from the Zhao family.

"The prelude to the war has begun."

When Zhao Tiezhu received a report from his subordinates that there was a bomb, he was sitting in the car heading to Lhasa. The black car had turned silver and gray at this time.

"How many people died?" Zhao Gang-ling asked.

“Eight.”

Zhao Tiezhu replied calmly.

Each of these dead people was raised by the Zhao family since childhood. They don’t have to work in their entire lives and don’t have to worry about food, drink and fun. The only thing they need to do is to stand up as soon as they need them. Today, their job is to disguise themselves as Zhao Gang and Zhao Tiezhu’s convoy.

This method is generally only used when the president of a major country travels, but now it has been used by the Zhao family. The purpose is to prevent some assassinations that may occur before the war.

No matter how powerful a master is, he cannot be fully energetic at all times.

Therefore, although the success rate of assassination is not high for these masters, as long as they succeed once, the price is worth it. For example, if Zhao Gang-ling and Zhao Tiezhu were really killed just now, there would be basically no need to fight this war.

The silver-gray car drove into Lhasa and then stopped at a place close to the Potala Palace.

Zhao Gang-ling and Zhao Tiezhu walked into a tobacco and liquor store, while Xuanyuan and others were taken to other places.

Walking through the back door of the tobacco and liquor store, Zhao Tiezhu took Zhao Gangliang into a large courtyard, and then entered a basement from somewhere in the courtyard.

This basement is very large, at least a few hundred square meters, and the decoration is no different from an ordinary suite.

There were many people in the basement at this time.

Dugu Huangtian, Fan Jian, abstaining from killing, and the way of heaven, these people are all there.

In addition to these people, Zhao Gangliang also saw some strange faces.

Although his face is unfamiliar, everyone is a top-notch master, almost equal to Xuanyuan and others.

"Everyone here is a shareholder of the Hunter School." Zhao Tiezhu said, "Today we will hold the last shareholders' meeting of the Hunter School this year."

Zhao Gangliang looked around and found that the total number of shareholders of these hunter schools was about ten, the strongest of which gave people the same feeling as his uncles.

At this moment, Zhao Tiezhu's cell phone rang.

Zhao Tiezhu walked aside and answered the phone. Not long after, Zhao Tiezhu left the basement.

"Gangli, take you to meet these uncles." Fan Jian hugged Zhao Gangli's shoulders and went to meet the directors and shareholders of the Hunter School.

Because of Zhao Gangling's strength and background, each of these shareholders of the Hunter School who are always high-ranking are very friendly to Zhao Gangling. They often tell Zhao Gangling about the strange stories they encountered. Zhao Gangling listened carefully. Although these people are not as strong as themselves, their experience is not comparable to those of themselves in their early twenties. Experience, especially the experience of high-level hunters, is of great value.

More than half an hour later, Zhao Tiezhu returned to the basement. Following him were five old men who looked very old. The oldest one had completely turned white with hair, a slightly hunched back, and a face full of age spots.

Zhao Tiezhu brought these people here with a humble smile on his face.

This made Zhao Gang-rye know the identities of these five people in an instant.

These five people should be the five Z-level experts I have told me about.

Although the aura they felt from these five people was not strong, the threat they gave Zhao Gangliang far exceeded that of anyone else here.

The five old men looked different, some smiling, some with stern faces, and some looked curious.

"Gangling, come here to meet the five grandpas." Zhao Tiezhu waved to Zhao Gangling with a smile.

Zhao Gang-liang hurried forward.

"You are Gang Li, right? You really look like Brother Tiezhu, haha, I heard that you are only in your early twenties this year, and you have reached Z level in your early twenties. The genes of your Zhao family are really not good, hahaha." An old man who looks about 60 years old said to Zhao Gang Li with a smile.

"This is Grandpa Tang Long."

Zhao Tiezhu introduced.

"Hello Grandpa Tang Long." Zhao Gangliang asked respectfully.

"Show me your hand."

An old man in Tang suit stood next to Tang Long and said to Zhao Gangliang expressionlessly.

Zhao Gang honestly handed over the hand. Although the other party was not very polite, he was still the kind of master who was rare, so it was a bit strange that it was normal.

"good."

The old man in Tang suit grabbed Zhao Gang's hand and nodded while watching, "I was not as strong as you when I was at your age."

At your age, you are not as strong as you, although it sounds like you are praising you, but the implication is that when you are not at this age, you may be stronger than Zhao Gangliang.

"This is a holy Taoist." Zhao Tiezhu explained, "a monk from Kunlun Mountain."

Zhao Gang's heart skipped a beat when Zhao Tiezhu explained this.

The monks of Kunlun Mountain are actually also warriors, but they pay more attention to communicating with the world. Therefore, every monk who comes down from Kunlun Mountain will have richer internal energy than those of the same level, because what they pay most attention to is internal energy, and their bodies will be more fragile. It is said that each of these monks is an old monster. Living for a hundred or eighty years is like playing. The oldest monk on Kunlun Mountain is said to be close to two hundred years old, and the richness of internal energy is absolutely scary.

"Hello, the Holy Taoist."

Zhao Gangliang bowed his hands respectfully and said.

Just as Zhao Gangliang bowed, an old man standing behind the crowd suddenly attacked Zhao Gangliang.

This move was as fast as lightning, and Zhao Gang-ling didn't react.

To be precise, Zhao Gangling did not feel any signs of attack from the old man, so he was not prepared at all. Without preparation, he naturally couldn't react. The old man's hand was already grasped on Zhao Gangling's neck when Zhao Gangling reacted.
Chapter completed!