When the car reached a relatively quiet one-way road, a van behind it suddenly accelerated, passed the car where Xie Wendong was sitting, and crossed into the middle of the road.
The one-way street is not wide, and the van is lying across it, making it impossible for other vehicles to pass.
The driver who drove Xie Wendong was also a veteran in Beihongmen.
He had seen the storm and saw that the other party had other plans.
He stopped the car first, and then quickly backed up.
At this moment, another van came on the road behind and also parked sideways in the middle of the road.
Now, both the front and rear roads are blocked, making it almost impossible to drive across.
Gao Qiang's eyes turned cold and he swayed to prepare to get out of the car.
Xie Wendong stretched out two fingers and pressed them on his legs.
If the other party was really Vietnamese, he might have a gun on him.
If Gao Qiang went out hastily, he would be in trouble if he was shot.
"What's going on with the car in front of me?"
Ding Jie asked curiously before she could tell that the person was up to no good.
Since Ding Jie didn't understand the underworld, Xie Wendong didn't want this flawless white paper to be stained.
He shook his head with a smile and said, "Maybe the driver is drunk."
Ding Jie frowned her thick eyebrows and said, "It's really annoying."
While he was talking, the door of the van in front opened and two people walked out.
The two of them were both under age, in their early twenties, dark, thin and small, but very strong, with big and bright eyes.
Xie Wendong could tell immediately with just one look that the other person must be from Vietnam.
Myanmar area.
Seeing the two people getting out of the van, Gao Qiang grabbed the knife handle with one hand and the pistol with the other.
Ren Changfeng and the driver also secretly took out their weapons and prepared to fight.
Xie Wendong was relaxed and sat comfortably in the car.
At least it was difficult to tell from his smiling face that the person was his mortal enemy.
The two people walked to the car, both put one hand in their arms, and one of them knocked on the window.
Ren Changfeng looked back at Xie Wendong.
When the latter nodded slightly, he lowered the window, held the Tang Dao tightly in his hand under the chair, and asked, "What can I do, friend?"
"Excuse me, is Miss Ding in the car?"
a young man asked.
His tone was strange and stiff, which made people feel very awkward.
"Yes," Ren Changfeng sneered, "What do you want, my friend?"
After hearing this, the young man untied his clothes and held up the hood of the car with his left hand.
He lifted up his clothes to reveal the concealed firearm underneath.
He smiled and said, "Friend, if you are sensible enough, don't ask anything and hand Miss Ding over."
I."
What a loud tone.
These Vietnamese are getting more and more arrogant.
They dare to guarantee votes in broad daylight.
They are even worse than when they assassinated Brother Dong in T City.
Ren Changfeng laughed angrily and said in a low voice: "Are you kidding me when I hand this person over to your friend?
How can I explain it to you?"
"You don't need to explain."
The young man said calmly: "When the time comes, we will naturally find your boss Han Fei first."
Ren Changfeng was stunned.
Hearing the meaning of the other party's words, he actually thought that he was from the Qing Gang.
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He turned back to look at Xie Wendong.
He spoke to the other party in a low voice.
Ding Jie seemed not to hear what they were saying clearly, but Xie Wendong heard it clearly.
He also wondered why the Vietnamese gang who had assassinated him many times could not recognize him.
He couldn't figure out what kind of medicine the other party was selling in his gourd.
He had a faint smile on his lips and narrowed his eyes into a thin slit.
Ding Jie asked curiously: "What's going on?
What are they talking about?"
Xie Wendong said casually: "It's just a small problem."
Ren Changfeng inspected the situation in front of and behind him, and then said to the young man: "What will happen to you if I don't make friends with you?"
"Then I can only say I'm sorry."
The young man leaned down, close to Ren Changfeng, and whispered: "Look at the cars in front and behind you.
They are all our people.
They all have guns on them.
As long as we are willing, The people in this car will be beaten into a hive in an instant.”
"Hehe" Ren Changfeng sneered: "You are scaring me, believe it or not, I can move your head at any time now."
As he spoke, he raised his hand slightly, and the cold light of Tang Dao just reflected on the young man's face. .
He is confident in his sword skills.
At such a close distance, he can kill the opponent in less than a second.
Although the opponent has a gun, he may not have the chance to draw it.
After hearing this, the young man's face didn't change at all.
He shrugged and said with a smile, "I would trade my life for five lives in your car.
I think it's worth it."
Ren Changfeng sighed secretly.
It was really helpless to meet such a Vietnamese who was not afraid of death.
Seeing that it was difficult for Ren Changfeng to deal with the visitor, Xie Wendong winked at Gao Qiang, and the two walked out of the car together.
When the two young men saw the two people coming out of the car, they stood up straight and looked at them up and down.
Xie Wendong walked up to the other party and asked with a smile: "Friends, don't you recognize me?"
The two young men were startled, looked at Xie Wendong carefully, then looked at each other, and shook their heads inexplicably.
The young man who just spoke asked: "Have we met?"
“Haha, Vietnamese friends are so forgetful.”
The young man's expression changed, and then returned to normal, but the look on his face was no longer as natural as before.
Seeing that Xie Wendong's identity was not simple, but for a moment he could not recognize who he was, the young man asked: "Excuse me, who are you?"
"Hehe."
Xie Wendong chuckled and said, "Let your leader come over and talk to me."
The crazy young man thought he was crazy enough, but it seems he was wrong.
He sneered: "Why do you want to see our team leader?"
Xie Wendong spread his arms and stretched his muscles, but did not answer.
The moment he stretched out his arms, there was a loud sound of motors on both sides of the street, and a number of black cars appeared, surrounding Xie Wendong's car and two vans.
Immediately afterwards, the car doors opened and countless big men walked out.
These people's clothes are black, their pants are black, their shoes and gloves are also black, and they seem to be surrounded by a thick layer of black mist.
The only different color is the red scarf around their necks.
The man in the lead is not tall, but strong and stocky.
He has neatly combed hair and a plain appearance, but his eyes are very bright.
The whole person looks tough and shrewd.
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He is the Wendong Hui Under the banner, the boss of Blood Killing Hall, Jiang Sen.
Needless to say, those who came with him were all blood-killing brothers.
The blood killing operation has always been very fast, and if it is combined with the intelligence of the dark group, it will be even faster.
Xie Wendong looked up and laughed silently, and said softly: "Now, am I qualified to meet your leader?"
The young man looked around, his brows furrowed.
He could see that these men in black were not simple men.
Although they didn't show off their weapons, the chilling air permeating them was already chilling.
Just when he didn't know what to do, someone stepped out of the van behind him.
This man was over fifty years old, with frost-white hair on his temples, and the years had left deep marks on his face.
He strode towards Xie Wendong.
Gao Qiang was afraid that he was coming with bad intentions, so he swayed his body and stood in front of Xie Wendong.
Xie Wendong patted him on the shoulder, shook his head with a smile, and told Gao Qiang not to be nervous.
He could feel that there was no murderous intention in the other person.
"Who are you?"
the middle-aged man said in standard Mandarin as he approached Xie Wendong.
Xie Wendong let out a sigh in his heart.
Judging from his accent, this man seemed to be Chinese.
He smiled and said, "I want to ask you the same question."
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "You are not from the Qing Gang."
Xie Wendong tapped his forehead and sighed: "Is it possible that you just saw this?"
The middle-aged man asked: "Since you are not from the Youth Gang, why did you pick up Han Fei's girlfriend?"
"Haha" Xie Wendong said with a smile: "Well, I was just going to ask you, the Vietnam Gang and the Youth Gang are obviously in alliance, what do you mean by snatching his girlfriend?"
"It seems that we all have a lot of questions."
The middle-aged man looked around and said, "Although you have many people, they may not be able to protect your life."
He could see that the young man in front of him was a black man.
As long as the leader of the man in black can scare him, the man in black will not dare to act rashly.
His guess was correct, but there was one thing wrong.
Xie Wendong was not easily frightened.
"Really?"
Xie Wendong said with a smile: "Then we can try it out to see which one is faster, yours or mine.
Let's see which one dies faster, you or me."
His smile was bright and innocent, but it smelled of blood.
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed and he looked at Xie Wendong blankly.
He had never seen such a young man before.
The powerful aura exuding from him could almost make people breathless.
"Why don't you dare?"
Xie Wendong narrowed his eyes into two thin curved lines and sneered: "Since you don't care, stop talking nonsense in front of me."
The middle-aged man nodded secretly.
He was not intimidated by Xie Wendong.
The enemies he had ever seen were even a hundred or a thousand times crazier than Xie Wendong.
However, he truly admired this young man.
He smiled and asked, "I want to know your true identity."
Xie Wendong laughed loudly and said word for word: "Then you have to remember clearly.
My name is.
Xie Wendong hopes that this name will not be your nightmare.
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The premise is that you do not want to be my enemy
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