One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

As night fell, the pitch-black darkness unfolded like a giant canvas over Biyou Village, swallowing up the last rays of the setting sun.

The dark sky, dotted with stars, resembles a curtain before a stage play begins.

Zhang Chulan pushed open the door and entered a room with the lights on.

"Zhang Chulan, how's it going? Is it all sorted out?" Wang Zhenqiu, who couldn't wait to stir things up, asked.

"It's settled. Fu Rong has agreed not to interfere in our conflict with Ma Xianhong." Zhang Chulan picked up the water glass on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and spoke into the room.

Thinking back on how he persuaded Fu Rong, Zhang Chulan felt it was very realistic.

You've spent so much time talking and babbling on, but it's all less effective than one sentence: You don't want to get humiliated by Brother Lan, do you?

If he had known this would happen, why would he have bothered?

"Very good, with one less sword master, our next operation will be a little easier."

Just as Xiao Zizai spoke, the phones of all six people in the room rang simultaneously, and a message appeared in front of them.

[Gentlemen, we have received news that the company's board of directors has ordered the destruction of Biyou Village and the return of Shenji Bailian...]

Somewhere in Biyou Village, Gao Erzhuang, in the form of electromagnetic waves, conveyed the board's orders to everyone in written form.

Looking at the message on his phone, Wang Zhenqiu jumped out of bed with a big smile on his face: "It's finally starting!"

"Everyone, what are the plans?"

Wang Zhenqiu stretched his body, looked around, and asked.

Leaning against the wall, Hua Zhong wiped the launcher on his wrist with his black tube. His rugged face was expressionless as he said, "No plan. One person against two. A frontal assault!"

It wasn't that the temporary workers didn't want to take them down one by one, but because of Jiang Bailan's sudden intrusion, Biyou Village was already on high alert, and it wasn't impossible that someone was watching them from outside.

"Brother Xiao, what about you?"

Xiao Zizai did not answer Wang Zhenqiu's question, but silently tidied up his professional props.

A slight smile played on his lips, and he looked excited. Clearly, he was finally going to get his hands on the ingredients he had been longing for in the upcoming battle.

As for Old Meng from the Northwest, ever since Chen Duo was taken away by Jiang Bailan, he has been looking downcast, staring at the sky outside the window.

Feng Baobao, who was standing to the side, pressed the stun gun in her hand to check if it was fully charged.

Zhang Chulan and Wang Zhenqiu exchanged a glance, both having a premonition of impending doom.

"Let's go! Don't keep Ma Xianhong waiting..."

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"Master, besides Old Master Bi Yuan, only Fu Rong is absent..." Qiu Rang said in a low voice outside the temporary worker's room.

"I see……"

Ma Xianhong simply nodded slightly, then, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, facing the brightly lit room in front of him, waiting for the temporary workers to appear.

The rooftops and open spaces on both sides were filled with people ashen-faced, dressed in gray right-fastening robes, with vacant and dull eyes, like flowers.

If you count them carefully, there are at least two hundred.

Especially those on the rooftops, which are clearly different from those on the ground, have had their left arms modified into objects with six small tubes...

It was like a net covering the sky, completely surrounding the temporary workers' quarters.

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"Sister Rong, are you really not going?"

"Where is Fu Rong staying?" Liu Wu Kui asked.

"No, Wu Kui, I advise you not to go either. Ma Xianhong can't win..."

Recalling the terrifying strength Jiang Bailan displayed at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, Fu Rong knew that everything Ma Xianhong had done was in vain; he was destined to fail in front of that man.

"Sister Rong, I have to go for my brother's sake!"

-

Squeak!

A soft sound.

The door to the house was pulled open, and the old-fashioned wooden double doors spun to the sides, from which six figures strolled out.

"It's really lively here... Old Ma!"

Looking at Ma Xianhong and the group of high-level cultivators in front of them, and then at the countless mechanical puppets on the surrounding open space and rooftops, Zhang Chulan and the others' eyelids twitched wildly.

I'm secretly calling him Kusanagi Ma!

With so many people here, are you just strolling through a market?

Is this one person facing two opponents?

Even if one person fights 20, they still can't finish distributing the food!

He is Zhang Chulan, not Zhang Liao, Zhang Babai!

Also, what's that thing in the mechanical doll's hand? Could it be that dark, gaping hole?

"Brother Xiao, you jerk, tonight's going to be tough!"

Hearing Zhang Chulan's words and looking at the surrounding situation, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that a fierce battle was about to begin.

"Zhang Chulan, how was the welcome ceremony I prepared for you? Do you like it?"

Ma Xianhong spoke with a smile.

As Ma Xianhong spread his hands out, Ru Hua on the roof also raised her modified left hand, the dark muzzle of her gun aimed at the temporary workers below.

After being baptized by Jiang Bailan's eight-foot-long jade ornament, Ma Xianhong realized the crystallization of human wisdom: firepower is power!

"Zhang Chulan, out of consideration for our shared heritage as inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, I'll give you a choice: surrender or fight!"

"I certainly have a lot of influence, but since we're both inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, let me give you a piece of advice: the waters here are too deep; you might not be able to handle it..."

"I know in my heart whether I can control the situation or not. I'll ask you one more time: surrender or war!"

"Old Ma..."

"Zhang Chulan, why waste your breath on this idiot?"

Before Zhang Chulan could finish speaking, Feng Baobao took out a Molotov cocktail made from erwotou (a type of Chinese liquor), lit it, and threw it towards a distant rooftop.

boom!

The Molotov cocktail exploded, and the fiery red flames, like a magnificent and blazing flower, ignited the entire night and quickly spread across the wooden house.

This mesmerizing flame completely drew back the curtain on the stage.

A grand drama known as the Night Battle of Biyou Village officially began.

6 temporary workers (Superman) VS Ma Xianhong, the master mechanic, plus 9 top-tier talents and over 200 mechanical puppets!

"Go! Subdue Ma Xianhong as soon as possible!"

Zhang Chulan let out a low shout, and instantly a surge of lightning burst forth from his body. He transformed into a blur and rushed towards Ma Xianhong. Behind him, Xiao Zizai and the others also unleashed their most powerful skills!

"Stubborn to the end... Do you think you're Jiang Bailan?"

With a shake of his arms, the red bracelet on his wrists melted rapidly, turning into a blood-red liquid that flowed upwards and finally coalesced into a set of black armor.

boom!

Tilting his head to dodge the black pipe's headshot, Ma Xianhong flicked his finger, and the "flowers" on the roof opened fire simultaneously, countless bullets forming a steel storm that engulfed the six men...

"Don't kill him... Remember to catch him alive!"

Ma Xianhong gave an instruction and released his magical artifact.

Holding the Soul-Shaking Bell, three Empty Crying Roars flew over his shoulders, five Devouring Thieves hovered above his head, twelve Six-Harmony Pearls accompanied him, and the Three Treasure Pearls around his neck shimmered with light...

It instantly transformed into a streak of red light and headed straight for Zhang Chulan.

"Zhang Chulan, let me examine you on behalf of Grandpa Huaiyi to see how far you've progressed in cultivating the Qi Source Flow!"

Ah this!

Zhang Chulan: "??? So many magical treasures, I'll beat you to a pulp!!"