Xiahai City is known as the Pearl of the Orient. Since many blocks were conquered by the great powers in the last century, many facilities also had Western European architectural styles. However, the middle of these beautiful minaret cathedrals is mixed with dilapidated old streets. These old streets are still so dim and dilapidated because the developers have never negotiated prices with residents.

This place is famous for its dirty and messyness, and even the police are unwilling to manage it, so some marginal styles gather here.

The old bald mansion is in the deepest part of this dark neighborhood, with a unique courtyard, and only a narrow alley, and I don’t even bother to come in to send small advertisements.

Such places are often the ideal residence for killers, because there will be no idle people waiting to sway at their door, and those who come to the door are either their own people or their enemies.

Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen approached the enemy's nest bit by bit. The street in front became narrower and more humid and dirty. They couldn't help but be surprised: "The top killers in Xiahai City actually live in such a place?"

Indeed, most of the people living here are old ladies and old men who spend a poor life with a pension of several hundred yuan a month, or some Haipiao people who have no family background. There is absolutely no community property management or other things like this. The ground is full of garbage of various snacks. A few elderly people are walking while picking up to subsidize their household income.

Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen carefully walked into the narrow alley, and suddenly Pan Hongsheng stopped.

Further ahead is the unique alley. According to the location displayed by the testing instrument, it is certainly the location of the head of the Thirteen Taishang Insurance.

Pan Hongsheng was not worried about his head-on battle with the other party, but he was particularly afraid of the killers' erratic whereabouts. If he did not eliminate the roots and left behind the troubles, perhaps his friends, subordinates and women would suffer!

It is easy to defeat them, but it takes some effort to completely eliminate them. At this time, Pan Hongsheng's mind was rotating rapidly: Although there are benefits, there are disadvantages: being blocked inside and unable to get out!

"Bowen, stay here." Pan Hongsheng rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly and pointed to the woods behind the old house: "Yellow-haired, go to the back of the wall to guard it, someone jumped out and knocked down immediately!"

Huangmao took out an electric baton from under the seat, nodded and copied it back.

After everything was arranged, Pan Hongsheng took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the dilapidated old house.

It is obvious that the sewer pipes here are broken, and all kinds of domestic water overflow the ground, and there is even slurry with feces.

Pan Hongsheng endured the pungent smell and tiptoed to the door. This was a wooden door covered with markings, with a pair of lion-headed latches on the door.

This kind of thing is almost a popular ornament in the 1920s and 1930s. The lion's head is still the hideous and stiff style, which seems to be out of place with the hustle and bustle rhythm of this era.

Pan Hongsheng knew that it would be useless to dodge at this moment, so he simply buckled the copper door latch gently, and the sound of the crisp bronze hitting the solid wood came into the house...

While knocking on the door, he was ready to fight at any time, and one foot slightly cut his empty steps. Although he had already taken a half-step to the perfect level of the perfect state, the methods of these killers were strange, and most of them were good at poisonous miasma, which forced him to be careful.

After waiting for about seven or eight seconds, the door suddenly trembled and opened from inside!

Even though Pan Hongsheng had extraordinary psychological quality, his body still couldn't help but retreat slightly. He saw a tall man with scarred scars on his face glanced at him lightly and asked calmly: "Come?"

This sentence didn't seem to be about an enemy, but an old friend whom he knew was no longer familiar with. Pan Hongsheng was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

"My brother has been waiting for you inside for a long time, please come in." Lao Scar looked calm and seemed to be able to get the little golden man.

"No! He has left!" Pan Hongsheng suddenly understood and grabbed the other party's arm with one hand!

Lao Scar's movements were very sensitive. He turned around and got rid of Pan Hongsheng's constraints, and then his arm swung with a large wave and swept across!

Pan Hongsheng was confused and used his body's energy to force the punch, but felt a little stuffy in his chest! He was shocked: "The golden energy can even resist swords and guns, this fist..."

At this time, another punch came! This punch was dodged by Pan Hongsheng and swept hard on the wall! The wall immediately collapsed a large piece, and bricks were jumping everywhere!

It turns out that the old scar is the long-lost "Spiritual Power Fist". This kind of boxing is somewhat similar to Tongbei Fist and fighting a cow across the mountain, but its power and effect are not the same as that of the Japanese! This kind of boxing was created by a powerful martial arts general in the Song Dynasty, because at that time, the soldiers and generals of the Jin Dynasty were all wearing thick iron armor, and it was difficult to kill the punch. He spent his whole life to create this boxing. The beauty is that it can directly spread and penetrate the force through the enemy's external protection! Shattering the enemy's internal organs!

This kind of boxing unconsciously suppresses the defense of Gangqi, but it is just a little numb and cannot further cause damage. After all, Gangqi is a special protection, which is more than much stronger than the iron armor of pediatrics.

Lao Scar usually kills people with one punch. This time, when he saw Pan Hongsheng using his body, he was not seriously injured, and his face changed: "What kind of qi is this? Domineering Fist?!"

Very few people know about this kind of boxing technique, which shows that Lao Scar should also be an extremely qualified warrior! He immediately took a few steps back to avoid the counterattack of Pan Hongsheng and began to take a defensive move.

Pan Hongsheng knew the other party's intention very well. This old scar was obviously sacrificing himself to delay time and let the real leader escape.

However, the power of the magic power fist forced him to be a little afraid. After all, this is different from those tricks of tickle that are not even tickled. In principle, this kind of boxing technique is somewhat restraining the qi. If it is the general body-protecting qi, it will probably suffer a great loss; but Pan Hongsheng's qi is not ordinary strong, and there are more than one!

At this time, Lao Chai already understood that he might not be able to survive. He had only one thought, which was to hold the other party tightly so that his elder brother Lao Tu escaped!

Pan Hongsheng was really open-minded and admired this man who was not afraid of death. He had seen through these few moves of this magical fist, that is, there would be 0.02 seconds after sweeping across the sideways of his fists!

These 0.02 seconds are simply unaware of them in the eyes of normal people. They are only one-tenth of the time when blinking their eyelids, but in the fight between experts, they are the winners and losers!

"You get out of the way," Pan Hongsheng could hardly believe his mouth. He had already made up his mind to kill all these people before entering the door, but after seeing the long-lost skills and this iron-blooded man, he was a little unsteady; even he was surprised by this performance.

"Sorry, think about it unless you step over my body!"

Lao Scar's words are loud and loud, and every word is like metal falling to the ground.

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