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1992. Chapter One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety-two The Battle Begins

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The originally clear sky was unknowingly covered by dark clouds, and the whole world became dark.

"It's going to rain."

On the street, a pedestrian looked up and muttered to himself as he looked at the airtight thick clouds, and his pace quietly accelerated.

Around this pedestrian, many businesses have begun to set up rain shelters or close their doors directly.

As a coastal city, residents of Bigang City have long been accustomed to strong winds and heavy rains, and there are several typhoons landing every year, so they are not nervous.

Not long after, accompanied by dazzling lightning and dull thunder, heavy rain tilted down from the sky.

"Crazy!"

The rainstorm was everywhere, and the streets were soon flooded by rain.

Some pedestrians without umbrellas ran wildly, looking for the nearest building to hide from the rain, but they still turned into chickens in just a dozen seconds.

"It's really a hell!"

A middle-aged man with soaked body was swearing while wiping the water droplets on his face.

Although he came to Bigang City from the north when he was young, getting married and having children here, he still couldn't stand this ever-changing weather.

The middle-aged man looked around and wanted to see if there were any nearby places to sell umbrellas. After all, the rain was so violent that he would probably not be able to stop for a while.

He suddenly found that there were five figures of people wearing raincoats standing not far away.

Due to angles, the middle-aged man could not see the appearance of the five figures, but judging by body shape, it can be determined that they are all men.

"Hey, buddy, where did you buy this raincoat?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he immediately walked over to meet him.

However, the figure ignored the middle-aged man and ignored it.

As an old fry who struggles in society, the middle-aged man has long been as thick as a city wall, and he doesn't feel embarrassed at all. He continues to get close to the other party: "Brother, I have an urgent matter to do. How about transferring your raincoat to me? Don't worry, I will definitely not let you suffer a loss. Please tell me how much."

The figure finally reacted and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man.

Just a casual glance made the middle-aged man stand on his hair all over his body, as if he fell into an ice cave.

The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, and his expression was full of horror. He seemed to have seen a ghost. He took a few steps back and stuttered, "You...you..."

It’s no wonder that the middle-aged man is so scary, it’s because the other person’s appearance and eyes are so scary.

His face was covered with crisscrossing scars, his nose was missing, his mouth was incomplete, and his eyes were frightened with a ferocious red light, like an evil ghost from hell, making people shudder.

“Yes…sorry…”

The middle-aged man staggered back and accidentally stepped on the steps. He immediately rolled down like a gourd on the ground, falling to death and bleeding.

Seeing this, a scarred figure flashed in his eyes. He raised his right hand hidden in his sleeve, preparing to kill this idiot who had no eyes.

"Don't get into trouble."

Another figure in a raincoat opened his mouth to stop it.

"snort!"

The scarred figure twitched on his cheek muscles, as if he was a little dissatisfied, but finally he endured it. He snorted coldly in his nostrils and shouted at the middle-aged man: "Why don't you get out of here?"

The middle-aged man was like being pardoned and rolled and crawled into the distance, only to regret that his parents had fewer legs.

Five figures were coldly watching the middle-aged man's embarrassing back, and no one moved, like five statues with no life.

Due to the heavy rain, nothing happened here was noticed by anyone.

Time passes slowly.

More than ten minutes later, the "beep beep beep" sound suddenly sounded in the arms of the tallest figure.

A burly figure who was like a mountain reached into his arms and took out a signal receiver the size of a palm, and the red indicator lights on it kept flashing.

"Click!"

He closed his five fingers, pinched the signal receiver to pieces, then raised his head, looked at the Wumeng office more than a hundred meters away, and said in a hoarse and cold voice: "Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five figures rushed into the rain curtain at the same time.

The dense raindrops fell on the five people, and instantly they were shaken into white mist by the overflowing energy, forming five long smoke streams behind them.

The distance of more than 100 meters can almost be said to pass by in an instant.

The five figures soon came outside the Wumeng office. Facing the closed door, they did not pause at all. The tallest figure suddenly accelerated and rushed straight toward.

"Bang!"

Under the terrifying power of the tall figure, the door made of solid wood and the iron-covered door was like paper, and it was smashed into pieces in an instant.

The other four figures followed the tall figure, wrapped in murderous intent, rushed into the office, preparing to cause a bloody storm.

However, after they entered the door, their momentum suddenly stopped facing the scene inside.

"Just come now?"

A cold and calm voice came into the ears of the five people: "I actually waited for so long."

Accompanied by this sound, a strong and slender figure wearing a dark gray training suit walked out of the corner and stood carelessly in front of the five people.

He is eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and wide mouth, his eyes are like lightning, and a scar on his forehead, which runs from top to bottom, making his originally heroic and extraordinary face look quite ferocious. It is Zuo Qingcang, the head of the Tianzi Inspection Institute.

Behind Zuo Qingcang, there were also Mei Kun and Duan Yi, two deputy directors who had achieved great success in the Huajin, as well as several elite members of the Battle Department who also practiced the Huajin.

In dealing with five unknown attackers, the senior combat forces of the Tianzi Inspection Institute gathered here. Although they were suspected of killing a chicken with a knife, there was nothing they could do about it.

Because the Martial Alliance cannot take risks, it must be foolproof.

Among the five attackers, the tall figure standing in front was silent for a moment, slowly lifted up his raincoat hood, revealing a rough and hard face like a rock.

With a wave of his hand, the other four people immediately dispersed, and set up attacking formations with tall figures as the center, showing extraordinary combat qualities.

Zuo Qing raised his eyebrows and did not take action immediately. Instead, he asked with interest: "I'm very curious about your identities. I'll sign up. I won't kill the nameless."

"hehe."

The tall figure in front of him grinned and let out a hoarse and low chuckling: "We are just some outlaws who lick blood from the knife."

"Yeah?"

Zuo Qingcang touched his chest with his fists, and a sharp light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Since you don't want to say it, I will use my fists to tell you honestly!"

"Boom!"

Before the words were finished, a strong wind suddenly rose!

Zuo Qingcang kicked under his feet, and the central palace went straight in, carrying the terrifying strong wind. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the tall figure. His silver-black fist was like a cannonball, rushing towards the other party's head!
Chapter completed!
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