When she returned to the room, she saw Murong Xue squatting on the chair, her face turned pale. She had never experienced these things before!

Are those real gunfire? What exactly happened outside? Murong Xue really wanted to go out and see, but when Xiao Feng asked her to stay here and not move, she suppressed the impulse again.

"Murong, I'm back." Xiao Feng looked at Murong Xue and said softly.

Murong Xue suddenly raised her head, stood up from the chair, and threw herself into Xiao Feng's arms: "Afeng, I, I..."

Xiao Feng felt the soft body in his arms and patted her back: "Murong, it's okay now."

"Yes." Murong Xue raised her head and looked at Xiao Feng with rain: "Where is that Japanese?"

“Outside.”

"You killed him?"

"Not yet, but he must die." Xiao Feng thought about it and said so.

"Oh." Murong Xue didn't say anything else, and lay quietly on Xiao Feng's chest, calming her panicked heart.

It took five minutes for Murong Xue to raise her head again: "Okay, I'm fine."

"Then let's go." Xiao Feng touched Murong Xue's hair and smiled.

"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed Xiao Feng's hand: "Who are they?"

"Japan, they all came to kill me." Xiao Feng turned to look at her without hiding it from Murong Xue: "They thought you had a special relationship with me, so they arrested you and used it to threaten me. Sorry, it was because of me that caused you to be arrested."

Murong Xue shook her head and held Xiao Feng's hand tightly: "I'm not afraid, because..."

"Why?" Xiao Feng was a little curious. Looking at Murong Xue's appearance, he didn't look like he was not afraid.

"Because, I know that you will come to save me. I am not afraid of having you protect me." Murong Xue lowered her head and said in a low voice.

Xiao Feng was so amused that this silly girl, if she hadn't learned about their whereabouts from Yuwen Chengcheng, then this silly girl would have been done!

"Okay, let's talk about it when I go back. Now I'm going to make the Japanese devil." Xiao Feng took Murong Xue's hand and left the basement and came to the factory above.

Nagao Kawashima lay on the ground covered in blood, his face turned pale and his eyes were a little unconscious. It seemed that he had been abused a lot just now.

"You go to the car first." Xiao Feng took Murong Xue to the car: "Wait for me, don't get out."

"Yeah." Murong Xue nodded obediently.

Xiao Feng closed the car door and returned to Kawashima Nagao, showing a grim smile: "Taisui's head is ripped off, if I don't do anything, my ancestral grave will smoke."

"Kill, kill me." Kawashima Nagao shouted weakly.

"Xiao Yuzi, find a rope, tie him to the back of the car, and drag him back to the city! If he can persist until the city is not dead, then let him go!"

"Okay." Zhang Yu grinned and looked for a rope next to him.

Nagao Kawashima heard Xiao Feng's words and his body trembled and tried to sit up from the ground: "Black..."

‘Ba’, Xiao Feng kicked his chin without waiting for Kawashima Nagao to speak: “Be quiet, ok?”

Xiao Feng didn't want too many people to know his identity as a Spade. Although those who came tonight were not outsiders, there were some things that fewer people knew, the better!

Nagao Kawashima was already too bleeding and weak, but now he was kicked by Xiao Feng and fainted directly.

"The rope is here." Zhang Yu stood in front of Kawashima Nagao with a hemp rope as thick as a thumb, and looked at it for a few seconds: "Tie your hands or your feet? Forget it, tie your feet, drag your face down, drag it for a few miles, and then your face can turn into a 'white board'."

"Yes." No one who came tonight expressed no objection.

Zhang Yu quickly tied a hemp rope to Kawashima Nagato's ankle and patted him on the face: "Hey, buddy, wake up, the show is about to begin. Don't blame me, who made me grow up watching the Anti-Japanese Drama since I was a child and have a patriotic heart!"

"Oh, if you are Chinese, I will stop Brother Yu. If you have to forgive others, please forgive me. Unfortunately, who made you a Japanese devil? I don't have a good impression of Japanese devils." Wuhuan was beside him, looking up at the moon, and looked like he was lonely for life.

"Stop talking nonsense, don't leave any survivors?" Xiao Feng took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a sip.

"There is no more surviving." Busan and staggered out of the basement with ak47. The two of them went to clean the battlefield. Anyone who had breathed would get a shot.

"Then let's go." Xiao Feng nodded, took out his cell phone, and called Huang Wei: "Hey, Director Huang."

"All right, I know you're calling, there's always nothing good about it, just say it." The two of them are familiar with each other now, and Huang Wei has spoken a lot more casually.

"Haha, I got the answer right, no prize. I found the group of people who killed me, so..."

"Have you found it? Where, I will send someone to catch them immediately." Huang Wei's tone became clearer.

"No need to catch me. Director Huang, just find a few people and come and clean up the body." Xiao Feng smiled, with a hint of cruelty.

"Uh, are all dead?" Huang Wei was stunned.

"They want to kill me. If they don't kill them, I can't sleep!" Xiao Feng said lightly.

"Okay, I'll send someone here right away. Forget it, I'll go there myself. This sleep makes me sleep uneasy." Huang Wei said, and the rustling sound of wearing clothes came from the other side.

"The abandoned factory in Dongjiao." Xiao Feng reported an address and hung up the phone: "Let's go, the police will come to clean up the scene."

The others nodded and were about to leave.

"Wait, all these arms have to be taken away, and there is still that box of money." Yuwen Chengcheng suddenly remembered something and shouted.

Xiao Feng shrugged: "You are so rich, but you still care about this little money?"

"But, the mountains of gold and silver are also accumulated bit by bit, do you understand?" Yu Wen Chengcheng rolled his eyes, jumped out of the car, pulled Zhang Yu and others, gathered the arms together, and then took the money into the car.

Xiao Feng and Murong Xue were naturally in the same car. He held the goddess's soft little hand and pinched it as if he was comforting: "Let's go back."

"Yes." Murong Xue nodded slightly.

"Little wolf, drive." Xiao Feng glanced through the car window and glanced at Nagao Kawashima who was tied to the back of another car, and said lightly.

"Okay." Xiaolang started the car, honked the horn, and the other two cars also responded.

"Brother Feng, do you think you can fly a kite?" Zhang Yu drove the car himself and opened the window and asked.

"I don't know, if I can let it go, I will reward you with one million." Xiao Feng said with a smile.

"Okay!" Zhang Yu slammed the accelerator and the bullet rushed out. The originally soft hemp rope suddenly straightened. He dragged Kawashima Nagao who was lying on the ground, rolling, and a shocking blood mark appeared on the ground.

The severe pain woke Kawashima Nagao who was fainting. As soon as he came to his senses, he felt a burning pain in his back, which made him feel the urge to faint again!

The huge momentum made Kawashima Nagao want to suffocate. He had caught the enemy before and tortured like this, but he did not expect that one day he would be treated like this!

Because the roads in the eastern suburbs here are flat and there are small stones everywhere, which is particularly hard for Kawashima Nagao to bear. He could feel that his back was already covered in blood and blood, and he could even hear the sound of the ground rubbing against the bones.

Nagao Kawashima began to grit his teeth and prevent himself from screaming! He knew that A Shishi looked down on the Japanese, so he had to withstand it, so that A Shishi also knew that A Shishi was a tough guy!

Unfortunately, his bones were not as hard as the road. After being hit for hundreds of meters, a trembling scream came from his throat. He struggled desperately with his hands, trying to catch something and try to stop his body.

Blood gushed again in his right hand, which was separated by a dragon-patterned dagger, and he turned into a bloody man. He thought he would die like this, but people all have the desire to win, and the same is true for him.

Nagao Kawashima raised his head desperately, trying not to let the back of his head come into contact with the ground, but under his body, blood was flowing more and more...

Inside the car, Xiao Feng was holding a cigarette and looked at Kawashima Nagao who was struggling with his dying eyes from the car window, without any sympathy in his eyes.

"Brother Feng, I'm sure!" Suddenly, Zhang Yu's shout came from another car, and the bullet accelerated again and rushed forward roaring.

There was an intersection in front of me, and I saw a beautiful bullet swaying its tail and turned the front of the car. However, Kawashima Nagao, who was dragging it behind, was thrown up due to inertia and flew up three or four meters high.

"Damn, this is OK?" Xiao Feng was stunned. It's okay, he was ruined by one million.

Although Zhang Yu's behavior was a bit tricky, no matter what, Kawashima Nagao flew up, which was considered a successful kite flying.

"Ahhhh..." Kawashima Nagao, whose chin was broken, let out a last scream, then his body slammed heavily on the ground, his face facing down, and was dragged again.

"Dead." This was Kawashima Nagao's last thought, and the next second, he lost consciousness.

Three cars roared on the suburbs of Jiuquan, and dragged a Japanese man who was ignorant of his life and death behind him, which seemed a bit weird and terrifying.

As they were about to enter the entrance of the city highway, three bullets stopped, the door opened, and Xiao Feng and others jumped out of the car.

"Brother Feng, when will I give me money?" Zhang Yu asked with a smile on his face with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Damn, tomorrow." Xiao Feng rolled his eyes and looked back at Kawashima Nagao: "Let him find a place to throw him away. There are wild dogs nearby, so I ate them."

"Die?" Wu Huan asked with a frown.

"It must be dead. If you drag it a few miles, the Iron Man will die." Zhang Yu took out a dagger, walked towards Nagao Kawashima, and kicked him with his feet. As expected, I don't know how long he had been dead.
Chapter completed!