Zhang Feng had just been a killer for a year, and under the persuasion of the old man, he threw down the evil sword and hid it. According to the old man's words, Zhang Feng and this sword were too murderous and had too much hostility, and sooner or later he entered the devil's path.

After that, Zhang Feng did not use special weapons, and the belted short sword was just ordinary self-defense weapons.

"Zhang Feng, I like your current appearance, and you have a kingly aura." Xue Chen looked at Zhang Feng looking at the evil sword, tilted his head slightly, looking like a silly girl.

This woman is no longer saved, and she can't hold anything except Zhang Feng in her eyes.

Zhang Feng turned around and smiled, then calmed down, wrapped the fierce sword again with white linen, covering the sharpness, and his whole aura became softer.

"Lao Wang, what's the situation?"

Wang Yong was not in the house, but when Zhang Feng shouted casually, Lao Wang's response came from outside. After a burst of rapid footsteps, a slightly bald middle-aged uncle appeared.

Hurdle vest, big shorts, and flip-flops make you look like an uncle who has been wasted years.

Being an intelligence officer means hiding among ordinary people, the more ordinary the better.

"Master, please call me?"

Wang Yong nodded and bowed. He would never need to wear makeup when he played a traitor, just act like a person with his true nature.

Ding Xiaoshan next to him looked at his appearance and his mouth was about to be turned to his ears. Every day, someone always robbed my role!

"What's going on at the port these two days?" Zhang Feng turned around and asked, holding a fierce knife wrapped in white linen.

Wang Yong quickly responded: "Report to the sect master, the freighter at the dock arrived in the past two days and it was unloading the goods immediately. It was normal dock workers who were operating, and my people did not find any problems."

"Is it too quiet?" Ding Xiaoshan couldn't recognize him and said.

Xue Chen also frowned.

They have all seen big scenes, especially Xue Chen. The money they earned was calculated in billions. She never believed that the war was coming, and the place where the battle would continue to be peaceful.

"That's the case." Wang Yong looked serious and continued, "I think so too. Logically speaking, the bosses from all walks of life in the Philippines will definitely step on plates and prepare, but the person I arranged will not be seen by anyone with abnormalities. So I think there is something wrong with the workers on the dock!"

“What’s the problem?”

Zhang Feng still looked calm and asked.

When Wang Yong heard this, he was speechless and pondered for a while before saying, "This group of people is a local snake after all, and the dock is the territory of Nanliu. There is no need for Nanliu to go out. You only need to make a few phone calls to direct these workers to do things. So I suspect that it is these workers who set up traps on the dock!"

Zhang Feng agreed with this, nodded slightly, and said, "In just less than two days, you will find out the situation on the dock, which makes it difficult for you. In this way, please prepare a few cars, park them around the dock, and put the car keys in the driver's visor. Once there is a situation, I will use one of the cars to retreat!"

Arrange the retreat path is an instinct before a killer's action. Unless the killer intends to use suicide, there are no exceptions.

Wang Yong was a little ashamed. After hearing Zhang Feng's words, his eyes turned red. He hurriedly agreed, turned around and left the ward to arrange his subordinates to do things.

It is very difficult to meet a boss who understands his subordinates!

In Wang Yong's heart, he became more and more supportive of Zhang Feng.

At 8:30, Zhang Feng and Xue Chen went downstairs together. In the parking lot, Zhang Feng stood alone in a medium-sized van and headed straight to the port.

The road was a little congested in the morning, and almost stepped on time, Zhang Feng arrived at the port and drove straight to Pier 3.

...

"Time is here, why haven't Zhang Feng appeared yet?"

On a cargo ship about 100 meters away from Pier 3 in the port, Klaus stood on the deck, holding a telescope, observing the situation on the pier.

The other six bosses, including Nanliu, are the same. They each have a telescope in their hands, facing the direction of the dock, like a group of perverted bosses peeping.

In their telescope view, there were a hundred people on the dock, each holding a murder weapon, which was the "bait" they arranged.

These people are not favored by the boss and are thrown out at critical moments.

"Zhang Feng is here!"

Nan Liu suddenly shouted.

The other bosses were all in a hurry and searched with a telescope.

Soon they saw a figure wearing a white Zhongshan suit, carrying a white stick on his shoulder, walking towards the dock leisurely.

When it comes to showing off, Zhang Feng is a model at this time. Not only is he dressed, he also has a look of indifferent expression on his face that he ignores danger, as if he doesn't take anyone seriously.

In other words, people who can be as good as Zhang Feng’s eyes do not exist at all.

"Mazefak!" A boss cursed, "He is so good at pretending. Those who don't know would think he is going to fight hundreds of us alone!"

"Isn't they just here to fight hundreds of people alone? With this courage to go to the meeting alone, few people can compare to it!" Another boss retorted, and he was still very convinced of Zhang Feng's courage.

At least, Zhang Feng had the courage to go to the meeting alone, but ordinary people didn't dare to come at all.

"Stop quarrel, keep an eye on me. After Zhang Feng entered the ambush, I ordered to start immediately. Who dares to delay? Be careful that I will destroy his whole family!"

Klaus was still staring at Zhang Feng with a telescope, but his vicious tone made the other bosses feel shocked. He quickly cheered up and stared at Zhang Feng with a telescope again.

In front of everyone, Zhang Feng carried a "white stick" on his shoulder and walked into Pier 3 with his stalwarts, heading towards more than a hundred black thugs on the pier.

Facing the fierce and evil faces, his face was always calm.

When they arrived at about twenty meters apart, Zhang Feng stopped and stole the evil sword wrapped in white cloth to the ground. With a thud, a hole as big as a fist was smashed into the cement floor, and the surrounding area was cracked.

"There are a few people. It seems that you are all bait, aren't you?" Zhang Feng tilted his head slightly, and looked disdainful.

When they heard that they had become bait, the thugs were unhappy and started shouting. Some people wanted to rush up and start the film directly, but were stopped by a man with a naked upper body and scarred body.

"You are Zhang Feng?"

The scar man walked forward a few steps, raised his chin and smiled provocatively. He put two short knives on his belt. The blade was worn seriously and had a slight red light. It seemed that he had killed many people with these two knives.

“That’s right!”

Zhang Feng responded calmly, glanced at the other person's waist, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I'll dig out your eyes?" The scar man hated others staring at his knife the most, and even more hated others looking down on him, and yelled on the spot.
Chapter completed!