Stock God [Rebirth]

After all, he is a character who dominates the territory of Fengzhen. If he is too indecisive, Cong Sichun will not be able to get where he is today.

After hearing his subordinate's report, he decisively took Chang Yue off the roof again.

The Chang family's kindness came so unexpectedly that Cong Sichun didn't dare to accept it easily.

But what the group of people from outside were for, he was very clear in his heart.

Although Wu Dao cared more about Chang Yue than he imagined, but because of his special status, he couldn't be held accountable.

So in Cong Sichun's eyes, he was able to come to rescue Chang Yue, which was already quite an act of loyalty.

Cong Sichun believes that martial arts must be much easier to deal with than the unpredictable Chang Yi.

He first asked someone to bring Chang Yue back to the previous room, and he took his hands down to direct the defense.He doesn't need to defeat Wu Dao, he just needs to negotiate with it.

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When he was brought back to the room, Chang Yue was almost in a semi-conscious state. He was so limp that he could barely lift a finger.

But his thinking seemed to be detached from the body, and it became extremely clear at this moment.

The one who brought people must be Wu Dao, Ye Zhizhe's head is quite smart, he knows who can save him, even if he doesn't have the contact information of Wu Dao, he will always find Fenghe, and Fenghe can contact Wu Dao.

And Wu Dao must have known about his phone call to Qin Yang before, otherwise he wouldn't be so hard on Cong Sichun.

But thinking of this, Chang Yue himself was a little bit uncertain. If Wu Dao and Cong Sichun were hard-pressed, how far would they go?To what extent can it be achieved?

Chang Yue had an intuition that this matter was going to be over, but when he heard the voices outside the door getting louder and louder, chaotic footsteps, shouts, and faint gunshots, he felt that he was not quite a thing.

He felt a bit like a bully who dominates a woman from a good family. While being in the way of the king's law, he could not do evil, but at the same time he was unwilling to let go.

Can only stand in the latrine and not shit, it is simply a capitalized immorality.

Originally, Chang Yue could barely maintain his relationship with martial arts with a shy face.However, now that he heard the "good family woman" charge for him, his conscience, who hadn't shown up for a long time, finally took the lead.

In his vague thinking, Chang Yue made a serious decision that he must find an opportunity to make a clean break with martial arts.Good for both.

It was a coincidence that just after he had considered this matter for a long time, the door panel was kicked open suddenly.Cong Ruchun rushed in with blood all over his body, and grabbed Chang Yue.

"Don't come in! Whoever dares to come in, I will kill him!"

The cold muzzle of the gun rested on the back of Chang Yue's neck.

Cong Sichun is an old hand, and he found the position quite accurately. When he shot from the position above the cervical spine, the bullet just passed through the medulla oblongata, enough to kill him with one shot.

His voice stopped the footsteps outside.

"We won't go in, don't be impulsive." It was Wu Dao's voice.

His voice sounded very steady, and he couldn't tell that he had just gone through a fierce battle.

But Cong Sichun's calm mask was on the verge of collapse because of the downwind: "Where are my people? Tell them to come in... No! Tell them to drive! Or I'll kill him!"

Chang Yue was restrained by Cong Sichun and hid behind the sofa in the house, when he heard Wu Dao whispering to someone outside the room: "See if any of his people are injured, call here."

Chang Yue felt that Cong Sichun was shaking his hand, and rolled his eyes in his heart.Sure enough, some people seem to be mentally stable, but in fact, once they are in a disadvantaged position, they will immediately start to collapse. If you don't poke him, he will collapse by himself.

After about a minute, someone at the door called tentatively: "Boss Cong?"

Those who call Cong Sichun that way are usually not his confidantes, but at least they are his own people, Cong Sichun managed to regain his composure.

"He Jian?"

"Yes, it's me." The man walked into the room slowly.

Cong Sichun threw him a bunch of keys: "Go and drive me to the door, the closer the better!"

Then, Cong Sichun was afraid that this subordinate would be used by martial arts outside, and promised this person a lot of ethereal glory and wealth.In a word, if he can get Cong Sichun out of danger safely, it will ensure that he has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Chang Yue listened to him and snorted through his nose.

Cong Sichun don't talk about making promises to others now, he can't protect himself, his money is now all on Suzhou Hongxiaodou, and he doesn't know what's going on.

Hearing his voice, Cong Sichun slammed the back of his head with a gun: "Shut up!"

At this moment, Martial Dao's voice came from the door again: "Your people have gone to drive, you can leave right away. But to let you go, I have to make sure that my people are safe in your hands. "

The transaction pays attention to fairness, and the conditions proposed by Wu Dao seem to be beyond reproach.

Cong Sichun thought for a while: "Suzhou Hongxiaodou..."

Wu Dao had anticipated his condition: "As long as you guarantee his safety, the price of Suzhou Red Bean can increase today."

Damn it.Chang Yue cursed secretly.

Cong Sichun didn't intend to take this risk at first, but this condition was too tempting for him. The pressure on Suzhou Red Bean was his entire net worth, so it was worth a try to take the risk.And it's better to let the other party's commander be in his sight than to be in the dark.

He agreed to Wu Dao's conditions and let Wu Dao walk in alone.

It's really not a good opportunity to meet.

Although Chang Yue has a thick skin, he also feels that his current appearance is really ugly, he looks so weak, he doesn't need to look in the mirror to know that he doesn't even have a human face.

However, as soon as Wu Dao walked in, his worries were thrown out of the blue.

We haven't seen each other for a while, and Wu Dao doesn't seem to have changed much, but it's just a fight outside, his body is now covered in blood, and the original appearance of his clothes can hardly be seen.

Chang Yue's nerves suddenly became tense, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he looked up and down over and over again.

It just looked horrible, he reassured himself wildly, maybe it wasn't his own blood.

But even thinking this way, Chang Yue, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly became nervous at such a critical moment.

He felt that he was also hypocritical, why did he have to fight against Cong Sichun before?Although Cong Sichun has a grudge against him, but if he proposes to cooperate with the other party, he may not refuse to agree to it based on the other party's judgment. Why should he argue with him?

Yes, life and death don't matter to him, but he should have thought that when he was in danger, Wu Dao would definitely come to save him.

This situation is the last thing Chang Yue wants to see.

They clearly wanted to break it off completely, but the two of them were tied more and more tightly.

"Put down the gun!"

Wu Dao didn't know whether he had been splashed with other people's blood or had been injured, but there was a streak of dark red blood left on his head, which looked fierce.

He slowly raised his arm, let go, and the gun fell to the ground.

Cong Sichun: "Kick it over here."

Seeing Wu Dao disarmed, Cong Sichun finally felt relieved: "Tell your people to stay away."

Wu Dao gestured to the people outside, and then said: "He needs medical treatment."

Chang Yue didn't know when Wu Dao saw that he was injured. In fact, from the moment he entered the door, he had been staring at Cong Sichun, without looking at him.

Cong Sichun flatly rejected it: "Impossible."

Wu Dao stared into his eyes: "I can take things away for you."

I don't know how Wu Dao communicates with outsiders, or if it has already been prepared.Before Cong Sichun nodded, a plastic bag was thrown in from outside.

A transparent plastic bag, probably containing something like an alcohol gauze bandage, which is not threatening.

Bu Dao threw the thing on the ground between the two sides, and he took two steps back, signaling that there was no danger.

After all, this was still a deal, Cong Sichun hesitated for a moment, pointed his gun at Chang Yue and walked forward slowly.

When he was outside just now, he had seen martial arts marksmanship, so he should not be underestimated.But now that he has unloaded the gun, the threat is greatly reduced, and Cong Sichun feels that the problem is not serious.

Walking in front of the package, he tapped Chang Yue on the back of the head with the butt of his gun, motioning him to bend down to pick it up.

Chang Yue had almost no strength, his movements were slow, and his eyes flicked from the surface of martial arts.The two didn't have any eye contact, but Bu Dao's head was slightly tilted to the right, and the movement was barely visible.

Chang Yue pretended not to see, and lowered his head to pick up something.

In the blink of an eye, Cong Sichun suddenly let go of Chang Yue's hand, and then he was pushed out of the battle by a thrust.

Chang Yue's vision was pitch black due to excessive blood loss, but he turned his head as soon as he stood still.

At this time, the situation in the house has already changed!

The gun that Cong Sichun held in his hand was kicked away by Wu Dao long ago. Without a weapon, he had almost no power to fight back in front of Wu Dao, and was restrained by Wu Dao in a blink of an eye.

He leaned his back against the wall, stretched his neck with difficulty, and his fragile throat was tightly, tightly grasped by Budou's right hand!

At this time, Cong Sichun couldn't breathe at all. He opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't take in any air!

He never thought that he would die like this!

The man in front of him was like an evil spirit from hell, without any strength left in his hands, it was clear that he wanted to strangle him alive here!Cong Sichun made a gurgling sound in his throat, and his face turned green quickly, almost, almost...

"Budo! Let go!"

From Chang Yue's point of view, Wu Dao's side face was expressionless, and his movements didn't hesitate at all, as if he didn't have any psychological fluctuations at all because he was killing people.

He didn't choose the gun, he didn't choose to let his men come down to kill Cong Sichun, but he chose to do it himself and strangle him to death!

Absolutely not!

Although knowing that Cong Sichun has committed seven or eight times of death penalty, this is absolutely, definitely not a chance to get rid of him!You can't let Wu Dao do it yourself!

Chang Yue instinctively knew to stop things from happening, and his body was one step ahead of his mind. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed Wu Dao's shoulder.

At that moment, he concluded that Wu Dao originally wanted to get rid of him, but in the end he stopped his movements abruptly, even loosening his right hand.But the peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes was as sharp as bloodthirsty, as if it could cut through the flesh of a person.

Chang Yue resisted the urge to pull him away, and with all his strength, said word by word: "You can't judge him. Wu Dao, you can't do what you are not qualified to do."

I don't know how long it took, but when Chang Yue felt that he had no strength to stand anymore, Wu Dao finally let go.

But Cong Sichun slid down against the wall like a dead fish, and soon someone from martial arts came in to carry him out.Naturally, there is still his destiny ahead.

Wu Dao didn't pay attention to him anymore, but picked Chang Yue up and put him on the nearby sofa, and asked his subordinates to call in the doctor he had brought.

Because of too much force just now, the blood vessels on his eyes were highlighted, and now both eyes are red and red.He didn't dare to touch Chang Yue's wound, but gently half-kneeled on the ground next to the sofa, without saying a word.

Chang Yue sighed softly and was about to say something.

Wu Dao lowered his head, kissed the fingers of his left hand with trembling lips, carefully avoiding the wound, tears finally fell where no one saw.

The ground was so hot that Chang Yue almost wanted to withdraw his hand.

"I really want to kill him."

"I know."