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Chapter 81 The Guest from the East
Chapter 81 The Guest from the East
New York, Queens.
Outside the locked iron gate of the grocery store, a straight figure stood silently. The cold wind on the street was biting, but the person who came was only wearing a thin black Tang suit. He was as quiet as a deep pool, as motionless as a pine tree, like a puppet sculpture. He just stood motionless in front of the door.
Her black hair swayed in the wind, her skin tanned by the wind and sun all year round shone with a bronzed light, her facial features were resolute, her eyes were quietly closed, and her body was well-proportioned. It could be seen that once she made a move, she must be swift and swift, coming and going as fast as she could. The wind, full of explosive power.
The moment Yan Yan walked to the door, the visitor suddenly opened his eyes, the black eyeballs were like two cold stars, and his voice was low and capable, "Is it Mr. Yan Yan? I'm from Misty, and I want to ask something! "
Yan Yan raised his brows, even through the door frame, his keen soul fire could feel that in his body, a fellow Chinese who resembled Bruce Lee, there was a thick aura slowly moving according to mysterious laws.
Although it is only the first day of the sky, there are already a lot of people passing by on No.30 Third Street, most of them are unfamiliar oriental faces.
"There won't be so many Chinese popping up in Queens all of a sudden!"
Muttering in a low voice, the breath of Yan Yan's soul fire slowly radiated to the surroundings like ripples, and in just a moment, goose bumps popped up all over Yan Yan's body, and he was so frightened and cold.
Although he is not proficient in using the fire of his own soul, Yan Yan's perception is enough to cover the entire block. Within the range of his perception, there are more than 300 individuals who are like Shangqi and have ancient true energy in their bodies. One of them was full of explosive power, a powerful terrifying guy who made Yan Yan blow his hair, and immediately discovered Yan Yan's peeping, and disappeared from Yan Yan's perception with a cold snort.
The heart twitched suddenly, and Yan Yan's face was extremely ugly. He cursed crazily in his heart and said, "Damn it! How come so many ancient warriors came out? I didn't receive any news at all? What are they trying to do with such a mobilization? Are you trying to take New York apart? Is it because of Daniel?"
The messenger spread his wings and flew out from the air vent, looking down from a high altitude, Yan Yan looked depressedly at the apparently much denser Chinese on the street, walking around the shop, this kind of aimless wandering back and forth made Yan Yan even more depressed. Yan felt tense in his heart.
Respect first and then soldiers!
Obviously the people outside the door were just probing. Once he was related to Daniel's death, these warriors wandering in the streets would swarm in instantly.
Although it is daytime now, even without the speed bonus of the "hunter in the night", Yan Yan's current strength is far from comparable to these ancient warriors, except for the monster who discovered his perception and then disappeared without a trace. He doesn't care about those people.
No matter how strong the ancient warriors are, they are still in the realm of human beings, and Yan Yan's strength has already surpassed the boundaries of human beings.
But once in a fight, two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how strong Yan Yan is, he will not be able to stop hundreds of ancient warriors from attacking in turn, unless he lets go of his hands and feet, uses his cards to fight for his life, or directly summons a hand association to fight against the opponent Rush.
He is completely sure that he can kill everyone on the other side.
But Yan Yan is not stupid enough to push himself to the cusp, besides, who knows how many warriors there are in the Kunlun Holy Land, and if he hastily killed these people, he will be convicted of killing Daniel. The warrior chased him down, and Yan Yan couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, Yan Yan weighed heavily, his face was full of smiles, he opened the store door with a smile, stretched out his palm enthusiastically and said with a smile, "I am Yan Yan! How do I call it? Well! Everyone is Chinese, in a foreign country, if there is anything I can do, just tell me, and I will definitely help."
But there is one thing that Yan Yan still has doubts about. Even if Daniel is the descendant of the Kunlun Holy Land, if he dies here, it is not worth hundreds of ancient Kunlun warriors crossing the ocean to mobilize the masses.
Could it be that Daniel is the product of a night of romance in New York by a big shot in the Kunlun Holy Land?
Yan Yan, who was in a very upset mood, peeped out maliciously.
The dilapidated brass doorbell rang harshly, and the visitor walked into the grocery store with steady steps, and the glass door swayed shut, blocking the biting cold wind outside.
Smiling reservedly, Yan Yan's enthusiasm dissipated the coldness in his eyes a lot, shook hands with Yan Yan and said softly, "My name is Fu Hu, or you can call me Shangqi!"
"I apologize for taking the liberty to visit." With an apologetic yet gentle smile, Shangqi looked directly at Yan Yan and said in a deep voice: "But please forgive me, I know you participated in the operation at the Cafield Building , so I urgently want to know, who did Daniel's death?"
Sure enough!
Yan Yan secretly thought in his heart that before opening the door, he had already made up his rhetoric in his mind.
Under Shangqi's silent stare, Yan Yan looked calm, sighed without affectation, and said with grief, "Daniel's death! I'm sorry! He is a good man, he saved Misty! But I Failed to save him... Alas... Matthew's attack was too sudden, Daniel was pierced through the heart..."
"Matthew?" Shang Qi's face suddenly changed, frowning and interrupting Yan Yan's words, he asked in doubt, "You mean, Daredevil? He killed Daniel? How is this possible, Matthew's Although his personality is extreme, he has always only fought for justice."
"Matthew is indeed a beloved hero!" Yan Yan smiled bitterly, and said dryly, "But Misty should have told you that the black sky is coming, and the bloody gladiator fight! Matthew, even the Punisher and Lu Ke, they have extreme personalities, kill and kill, and the power of the black sky will infinitely magnify their dark side...so..."
Faced with Shangqi's puzzled gaze, Yan Yan naturally did not think that the other party would believe these few words. Under Shangqi's astonished gaze, Yan Yan frankly showed his blazing soul fire, a vigorous and mighty fire. An invisible breath spread in the dark grocery store.
Shang Qi only felt a surging, high-ranking aura roaring towards him, and suddenly fine cold sweat oozed out from his forehead, and he almost subconsciously made the opening gesture of the ancient boxing technique.
Terrible gas!
Shangqi took a deep breath, and stood up straight like a javelin under the pressure of Yan Yan's soul fire.
"Please forgive me! I just want to prove myself!!" Yan Yan looked apologetic, restraining his intentional aura, "Because of some things, my soul fire is far stronger than ordinary people, so I was able to fight in the black sky. Stay sane under your breath..."
"Alas! This matter was not Matthew's original intention..." Yan Yan sighed in grief, but instead defended Daredevil, pretending to be a good old man.
"Whether he meant it or not, after we see him, we will make a fair judgment!" Shangqi's face was dark, Yan Yan's candid display and the surge of soul fire won his trust, "Please tell me, Matthew. Murkdo's whereabouts!"
"I'm looking for him too!" Yan Yan sighed softly, shook his head and said helplessly, "I wanted to help him break free, but after stopping the black sky, he disappeared... I have never found his whereabouts! If you find him , please inform me, I think I should be able to bring him to his senses."
Dead people are the best to use, especially a dead person like Daredevil who has been annihilated in ashes and has no bones left. Yan Yan can pour all the dirty water on him without any scruple.
"Well! There is one more thing!" Shangqi nodded slightly, and he admired Yan Yan's righteous character from the bottom of his heart. He pondered for a while, and then asked cautiously, "Did anything strange happen when Daniel died?" ?”
Are they for the soul of the dragon?
Yan Yan's heart twitched, and he suddenly realized that the ancient warriors in the Kunlun Holy Land mobilized their troops to come to New York. It is impossible for Daniel's death, and the soul of the dragon is their main purpose.
Blinking his eyes, Yan Yan pretended to lower his head in thought, then his face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he said as if he suddenly remembered, "After you said that, I just remembered that when Daniel was killed, there was indeed a black shadow from his body. It flew out and got into Matthew's body! It's just that the speed of the black shadow was too fast, and I didn't see it clearly!"
"Is it also on Matthew? This is troublesome!" The word "Chuan" was deeply frowned between the brows, and Shangqi muttered to himself in a serious voice. After Yan Yan coughed a few times, This time I suddenly came back to my senses.
"Thank you for your information! Mr. Yan!" Taking a step back, Shangqi clasped his fists in front of his chest, and bowed respectfully to Yan Yan. "If you have any news about Matthew, please let me know immediately! At any Qing Gang hall in Chinatown, You only need to give my name, and they will bring you to see me."
The brass bell on the door rang harshly, and Yan Yan enthusiastically sent Shangqi out of the door. Following his straight back, he disappeared at the end of the street. In the blink of an eye, the Chinese wandering on the street silently leave.
"Young Gang! It's really good news!"
Yan Yan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he suddenly realized why he hadn't received any news of more than 300 living people entering New York.
In New York, the Chinese Youth Gang is extremely powerful and the most mysterious, but the Youth Gang has never participated in the battle. As long as there are no unsightly forces to provoke Chinatown, they will not take the initiative to fight against anyone.
Therefore, even in the period of Jin Bin, they turned a blind eye to the Qinggang forces in Chinatown, not to mention the current chaotic period, no one would be foolish enough to provoke the Qinggang who were watching from the sidelines.
There are hundreds of ancient warriors in the Kunlun Holy Land, and now there are local snakes like the Qing Gang participating. If you investigate deeply, who knows what you will find out. Yan Yan has absolutely no habit of spitting out the food that has already been eaten.
The black eagle messenger glides high in the air with the wind until he is sure that the ancient warriors on the street have all gone. Then Yan Yan hurriedly leaves the grocery store, sneaks into the corner of the alley, and starts the wind walk to rush to the station quickly. go.
Hey~~~~~, treacherous smile! ! ! ! !Tonight's annual meeting, prayer dance, pink memories, the performance was a success! ! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)
New York, Queens.
Outside the locked iron gate of the grocery store, a straight figure stood silently. The cold wind on the street was biting, but the person who came was only wearing a thin black Tang suit. He was as quiet as a deep pool, as motionless as a pine tree, like a puppet sculpture. He just stood motionless in front of the door.
Her black hair swayed in the wind, her skin tanned by the wind and sun all year round shone with a bronzed light, her facial features were resolute, her eyes were quietly closed, and her body was well-proportioned. It could be seen that once she made a move, she must be swift and swift, coming and going as fast as she could. The wind, full of explosive power.
The moment Yan Yan walked to the door, the visitor suddenly opened his eyes, the black eyeballs were like two cold stars, and his voice was low and capable, "Is it Mr. Yan Yan? I'm from Misty, and I want to ask something! "
Yan Yan raised his brows, even through the door frame, his keen soul fire could feel that in his body, a fellow Chinese who resembled Bruce Lee, there was a thick aura slowly moving according to mysterious laws.
Although it is only the first day of the sky, there are already a lot of people passing by on No.30 Third Street, most of them are unfamiliar oriental faces.
"There won't be so many Chinese popping up in Queens all of a sudden!"
Muttering in a low voice, the breath of Yan Yan's soul fire slowly radiated to the surroundings like ripples, and in just a moment, goose bumps popped up all over Yan Yan's body, and he was so frightened and cold.
Although he is not proficient in using the fire of his own soul, Yan Yan's perception is enough to cover the entire block. Within the range of his perception, there are more than 300 individuals who are like Shangqi and have ancient true energy in their bodies. One of them was full of explosive power, a powerful terrifying guy who made Yan Yan blow his hair, and immediately discovered Yan Yan's peeping, and disappeared from Yan Yan's perception with a cold snort.
The heart twitched suddenly, and Yan Yan's face was extremely ugly. He cursed crazily in his heart and said, "Damn it! How come so many ancient warriors came out? I didn't receive any news at all? What are they trying to do with such a mobilization? Are you trying to take New York apart? Is it because of Daniel?"
The messenger spread his wings and flew out from the air vent, looking down from a high altitude, Yan Yan looked depressedly at the apparently much denser Chinese on the street, walking around the shop, this kind of aimless wandering back and forth made Yan Yan even more depressed. Yan felt tense in his heart.
Respect first and then soldiers!
Obviously the people outside the door were just probing. Once he was related to Daniel's death, these warriors wandering in the streets would swarm in instantly.
Although it is daytime now, even without the speed bonus of the "hunter in the night", Yan Yan's current strength is far from comparable to these ancient warriors, except for the monster who discovered his perception and then disappeared without a trace. He doesn't care about those people.
No matter how strong the ancient warriors are, they are still in the realm of human beings, and Yan Yan's strength has already surpassed the boundaries of human beings.
But once in a fight, two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how strong Yan Yan is, he will not be able to stop hundreds of ancient warriors from attacking in turn, unless he lets go of his hands and feet, uses his cards to fight for his life, or directly summons a hand association to fight against the opponent Rush.
He is completely sure that he can kill everyone on the other side.
But Yan Yan is not stupid enough to push himself to the cusp, besides, who knows how many warriors there are in the Kunlun Holy Land, and if he hastily killed these people, he will be convicted of killing Daniel. The warrior chased him down, and Yan Yan couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, Yan Yan weighed heavily, his face was full of smiles, he opened the store door with a smile, stretched out his palm enthusiastically and said with a smile, "I am Yan Yan! How do I call it? Well! Everyone is Chinese, in a foreign country, if there is anything I can do, just tell me, and I will definitely help."
But there is one thing that Yan Yan still has doubts about. Even if Daniel is the descendant of the Kunlun Holy Land, if he dies here, it is not worth hundreds of ancient Kunlun warriors crossing the ocean to mobilize the masses.
Could it be that Daniel is the product of a night of romance in New York by a big shot in the Kunlun Holy Land?
Yan Yan, who was in a very upset mood, peeped out maliciously.
The dilapidated brass doorbell rang harshly, and the visitor walked into the grocery store with steady steps, and the glass door swayed shut, blocking the biting cold wind outside.
Smiling reservedly, Yan Yan's enthusiasm dissipated the coldness in his eyes a lot, shook hands with Yan Yan and said softly, "My name is Fu Hu, or you can call me Shangqi!"
"I apologize for taking the liberty to visit." With an apologetic yet gentle smile, Shangqi looked directly at Yan Yan and said in a deep voice: "But please forgive me, I know you participated in the operation at the Cafield Building , so I urgently want to know, who did Daniel's death?"
Sure enough!
Yan Yan secretly thought in his heart that before opening the door, he had already made up his rhetoric in his mind.
Under Shangqi's silent stare, Yan Yan looked calm, sighed without affectation, and said with grief, "Daniel's death! I'm sorry! He is a good man, he saved Misty! But I Failed to save him... Alas... Matthew's attack was too sudden, Daniel was pierced through the heart..."
"Matthew?" Shang Qi's face suddenly changed, frowning and interrupting Yan Yan's words, he asked in doubt, "You mean, Daredevil? He killed Daniel? How is this possible, Matthew's Although his personality is extreme, he has always only fought for justice."
"Matthew is indeed a beloved hero!" Yan Yan smiled bitterly, and said dryly, "But Misty should have told you that the black sky is coming, and the bloody gladiator fight! Matthew, even the Punisher and Lu Ke, they have extreme personalities, kill and kill, and the power of the black sky will infinitely magnify their dark side...so..."
Faced with Shangqi's puzzled gaze, Yan Yan naturally did not think that the other party would believe these few words. Under Shangqi's astonished gaze, Yan Yan frankly showed his blazing soul fire, a vigorous and mighty fire. An invisible breath spread in the dark grocery store.
Shang Qi only felt a surging, high-ranking aura roaring towards him, and suddenly fine cold sweat oozed out from his forehead, and he almost subconsciously made the opening gesture of the ancient boxing technique.
Terrible gas!
Shangqi took a deep breath, and stood up straight like a javelin under the pressure of Yan Yan's soul fire.
"Please forgive me! I just want to prove myself!!" Yan Yan looked apologetic, restraining his intentional aura, "Because of some things, my soul fire is far stronger than ordinary people, so I was able to fight in the black sky. Stay sane under your breath..."
"Alas! This matter was not Matthew's original intention..." Yan Yan sighed in grief, but instead defended Daredevil, pretending to be a good old man.
"Whether he meant it or not, after we see him, we will make a fair judgment!" Shangqi's face was dark, Yan Yan's candid display and the surge of soul fire won his trust, "Please tell me, Matthew. Murkdo's whereabouts!"
"I'm looking for him too!" Yan Yan sighed softly, shook his head and said helplessly, "I wanted to help him break free, but after stopping the black sky, he disappeared... I have never found his whereabouts! If you find him , please inform me, I think I should be able to bring him to his senses."
Dead people are the best to use, especially a dead person like Daredevil who has been annihilated in ashes and has no bones left. Yan Yan can pour all the dirty water on him without any scruple.
"Well! There is one more thing!" Shangqi nodded slightly, and he admired Yan Yan's righteous character from the bottom of his heart. He pondered for a while, and then asked cautiously, "Did anything strange happen when Daniel died?" ?”
Are they for the soul of the dragon?
Yan Yan's heart twitched, and he suddenly realized that the ancient warriors in the Kunlun Holy Land mobilized their troops to come to New York. It is impossible for Daniel's death, and the soul of the dragon is their main purpose.
Blinking his eyes, Yan Yan pretended to lower his head in thought, then his face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he said as if he suddenly remembered, "After you said that, I just remembered that when Daniel was killed, there was indeed a black shadow from his body. It flew out and got into Matthew's body! It's just that the speed of the black shadow was too fast, and I didn't see it clearly!"
"Is it also on Matthew? This is troublesome!" The word "Chuan" was deeply frowned between the brows, and Shangqi muttered to himself in a serious voice. After Yan Yan coughed a few times, This time I suddenly came back to my senses.
"Thank you for your information! Mr. Yan!" Taking a step back, Shangqi clasped his fists in front of his chest, and bowed respectfully to Yan Yan. "If you have any news about Matthew, please let me know immediately! At any Qing Gang hall in Chinatown, You only need to give my name, and they will bring you to see me."
The brass bell on the door rang harshly, and Yan Yan enthusiastically sent Shangqi out of the door. Following his straight back, he disappeared at the end of the street. In the blink of an eye, the Chinese wandering on the street silently leave.
"Young Gang! It's really good news!"
Yan Yan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he suddenly realized why he hadn't received any news of more than 300 living people entering New York.
In New York, the Chinese Youth Gang is extremely powerful and the most mysterious, but the Youth Gang has never participated in the battle. As long as there are no unsightly forces to provoke Chinatown, they will not take the initiative to fight against anyone.
Therefore, even in the period of Jin Bin, they turned a blind eye to the Qinggang forces in Chinatown, not to mention the current chaotic period, no one would be foolish enough to provoke the Qinggang who were watching from the sidelines.
There are hundreds of ancient warriors in the Kunlun Holy Land, and now there are local snakes like the Qing Gang participating. If you investigate deeply, who knows what you will find out. Yan Yan has absolutely no habit of spitting out the food that has already been eaten.
The black eagle messenger glides high in the air with the wind until he is sure that the ancient warriors on the street have all gone. Then Yan Yan hurriedly leaves the grocery store, sneaks into the corner of the alley, and starts the wind walk to rush to the station quickly. go.
Hey~~~~~, treacherous smile! ! ! ! !Tonight's annual meeting, prayer dance, pink memories, the performance was a success! ! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)
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