Chapter 823 The director is here

As Wei Feng finished speaking, a sound came from the beam on the roof of the hall.

"Not bad, and I'm also here, Brother Feng, I'm not late."

Mingluo looked up at the top of the hall, and a playful face appeared in his sight. The guy sat on the beam of the room, carrying a miniature mortar with a diameter of about ten centimeters on his shoulder, and several kinds of hanging on his body.

Weapons, which look more like a moving arsenal.

"Add me one more, brother, are you pretty resistant to beatings? Let's have some drinks next day?"

The voice of the person on the beam of the room had just fallen, and Mingluo had not yet recovered. At this time, in the corner of the hall, accompanied by the crisp sound of the lighter, a man's deep voice sounded.

Mingluo turned his head and saw a young man of twenty-five or six years old, with his bare arms exposed with bronze skin, playing with Cartier's lighter in his hand, hanging a cigarette in his mouth, and squinting his eyes and looking in this direction.

"These two are..."

Wei Feng smiled slightly and said, "Like you, they are all my brothers. I call him Xiao Ba on the beam, known as Master Eight, Gun Master, and Football Master. All the weapons in his hand have been transformed.

It's more than enough to shoot through the Grandmaster."

"There is also the one who leans against the pillar, named Xiao Wusheng, a martial arts genius. Normally, the Grandmaster is not his opponent. I don't know if the strength of these two guys has increased after so long."

"Hehe, Brother Feng, have our strength increased? Will you know if you see it later?"

Xiao Wusheng walked up to the front, looked at Ming Luo, nodded and said, "Yes, he is a man, and his brothers can be recognized by our boss. There have been not many years of this. From now on, we will just make a living in a spoon.

Brother, please take care of me.”

Mingluo licked his chapped lips, and a warm current passed through his heart.

At this time, the group of people from the world opposite were stunned and gathered together unconsciously. They did not expect that Wei Feng had any helpers, and the boy on the beam of the room was actually carrying a small mortar.

Let’s not talk about the power of the mortar, this posture alone is enough to be terrifying.

The sharp aura emitted by that young man with bronze skin should not be underestimated.

Although there are many warriors in Jiangnan, I have never heard of such a few people.

"It's awesome to call a few helpers, right? Boy, you have to think about it. You are against our entire group of warriors. Are you not afraid of being wanted by Duke No. 7?"

At this time, a staff member of the No. 7 Mansion stood up and shouted.

"That's right, boy, I think you'd better surrender. This is not a place where you can go wild. You really make things worse. Let me tell you the truth. None of you four people will leave alive!"

Another person in the world said.

"I'm so damn, I dare to talk to our boss like this. I'll give you some color first."

Master Eight held a Desert Eagle in his hand with his backhand, and without even a glance, he shot two bullets out.

Bang bang!

The Desert Eagle had strong recoil but even more powerful. Suddenly, the shoulders of the two people who were talking just now exploded.

Two blood mists spread out, and the two of them howled to the end, looking at their shoulders in disbelief.

Just two shots, they actually destroyed one of their shoulders!

"Hehe, I kindly remind you that the one above is ruthless and doesn't talk much, and it's the most terrible thing to do. You dare to say more nonsense. The next bullet will hit your mouth."

Everyone looked at each other and swallowed their saliva with difficulty.

Above their heads, a sharpshooter who could shoot a dark arrow at any time, who could stand it? If the fight really starts, the one above masters the favorable terrain and several mortars come down, then they will not become

Meat sauce.

Some people from the weak world quickly shrank their necks, and a few timids had slipped away quietly.

It doesn't matter to me. This matter has nothing to do with them, so they don't want to join in the fun.

"Young man, being young and energetic is not a good thing."

The Vajra's angry monk said in a cold voice.

He has never seen any storms and waves, and this scene is really nothing to him.

"Where are the Eight Great Vajras?"

Boom!

The Eight Great King Kongs immediately appeared in front of everyone.

The Master Qi Jue was not afraid at all and summoned all her disciples.

In an instant, the sword is tense and you can take action at any time.

Wei Feng was calm and composed. If it weren't for the Xiao Wu Sheng and the Eighth Master, he might have taken Ming Luo to escape.

But these two people arrived very timely. Wei Feng and the two brothers fought together for countless times, and they had already formed a tacit understanding.

He is confident that if he can escape unstoppably, he will teach the other party a bloody lesson.

The Master Qi Jue is indeed a bit capable, and the Vajra Angry Monk's strength is probably even higher than that of Master Qi Jue.

After fighting with these two people, Wei Feng could hold on for some time, and the rest would be left to Xiao Wusheng and Master Eight to cook.

At that time, it must not be the one who cried. After all, they have few people, strong mobility, many people on the other side, and their strength is very low.

It's like two kings carrying a bunch of bronze.

"Brother Feng, it's really okay. My hands are itchy for a long time. Xiao Ba, this time I'm going to have a real sword and gun. Let's see who killed more people and who will ask for a drink?"

"Hmph, you will definitely ask me if you are."

Mingluo was secretly shocked when he heard this. Are these two people the Dragon Soul Team members to whom Brother Feng belongs?

I have been stationed abroad all year round, and everyone is a devil who kills people without blinking.

And at this moment, a loud voice of the old man rang out of the hall.

"Everyone stops!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked at them, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Chen Meiyue walked in with an old man in Zhongshan suit.

The old man is 60 or 70 years old, with a childish face, and is energetic. He has a kind of superior style in the steps of a dragon and a tiger.

Huang Wentian, the current director of No. 7 Mansion.

Unexpectedly, even Director Huang came, and among the people who had heard of Huang Wentian all looked shocked.

Didn’t it mean that Huang Wentian never came out in Yanjing? How could he appear in the Sheraton Hotel in Jiangnan?

Wei Feng also raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that Old Man Huang would come. Could it be that Chen Meiyue invited him? No, Old Man Huang is in Yanjing, even if he flys, it wouldn't be possible for him to fly so quickly.

Chen Meiyue rushed forward and arrived in time.

Huang Wentian took to Jiangnan tonight's special plane. He wanted to see the situation in Jiangnan, but as for the establishment ceremony of the Warriors Alliance, he was not going to participate.
Chapter completed!