Chapter 345: Realism's "Smiling Dagger"
The vague gazes of Wuxie and the other two in the same direction eventually caught the attention of the leading priest.
"What are you looking at?"
The man turned his head and looked behind him. At the same time, the countdown made by Zhang Qiling's gesture returned to zero, and Hei Xia Zi made a synchronous gesture to forward it to Wu Xie and the other two.
So, at the same time, Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi started fighting, and Wuxie took advantage of the moment when the priest turned his head to look and directly gave him a kick in the crotch without any moral ethics.
Thanks to the training given by Hei Xia Zi during that period, Wu Xie is now considered a man of some fighting skills.
This kick hit the target!
With a scream that pierced his soul, the once majestic priest fell down with his hands on his crotch, groaning helplessly, unable to get up again.
The moment Wuxie made his move, Zhang Hailou flexibly used his bone-shrinking skills to change his body shape, and like a loach, he easily escaped from the chains.
Wuxie and Fatty Wang felt that the chains that bound them had loosened, so they quickly shook the chains off and hid behind a large stone pillar with Zhang Hailou.
The three men's hands were still tied behind their backs, and at this time the benefits of the bone-shrinking technique were once again revealed.
While Wuxie and Fatty Wang were still debating whether to pick up a sharp stone on the ground to cut the rope or to stand back to back and untie the rope blindly, Zhang Hailou had already "clicked" a few times and, relying on his flexible joints and body flexibility, turned his hands tied behind his back to the front of him.
His lips moved twice, and the blade that was usually hidden in his mouth for protection was flexibly turned out by the tip of his tongue and bitten between his teeth.
He passed his bound wrists over his lips, and the ropes tied around his hands instantly broke into several sections.
The whole process didn't even take more than three seconds. The movements were so easy, natural and smooth that Wuxie and Fatty Wang were stunned.
"Fuck! I, Fatty, never thought that a smile hiding a dagger could be a realistic description. I've never seen anything like this before. You Zhangs are so unreasonable!"
Faced with Zhang Hailou's unique skill of hiding a knife in his mouth, Fatty Wang suddenly felt that ordinary people and the Zhang family seemed to be two different species, or perhaps human evolution did not include him!
Who is a normal person who can hold a razor blade in his mouth all day and act like nothing happened, without affecting his eating and talking at all?
"Hiss—you're such a ruthless person! Brother Lou, have you developed a strong jaws and strong teeth? You have a razor blade in your mouth. What if you accidentally swallow it while eating or sleeping at night? What if someone finds you swallowing a razor blade and committing suicide the next day?"
This kind of death was so funny that it would make one die of laughter. Wuxie's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. He could only try his best to keep a straight face, blinking his big innocent eyes, pretending that he was asking seriously and not teasing him.
Zhang Hailou immediately understood Wuxie's idea, raised his eyebrows at him, and pulled up the corners of his mouth to reveal a half-smile. The silver-white blade between his teeth had a strong presence, flashing with a cold light and carrying a hint of threat.
"What I mean is, Brother Lou, your Kung Fu is amazing! Most people can't master it without this kind of talent and perseverance."
Receiving the threatening message emanating from the other party, Wuxie, who had learned the survival skill of "being able to bend and stretch" from Hei Xia Zi, changed his expression in a second and immediately gave a very sincere compliment.
Zhang Hailou was very pleased with this and didn't care about his previous words. He took out the blade in his mouth, pinched it between two fingers, and with two swipes, he easily cut the ropes on the two men's hands.
After finishing, Zhang Hailou didn't care at all that the fighting was going on in the field, with swords and guns flying everywhere. He calmly took out a tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped the blade in his hand that was stained with saliva and unknown dirt.
After wiping it, I put it to the tip of my nose and sniffed it. Between putting it back in my mouth to hide it and keeping it for future use, I chose to throw it away directly.
In the chaotic battle, although the gravekeepers had more than a dozen hunting rifles in their hands, and except for Black Blind Man, the others on their side were using cold weapons, Wilson's men only hid behind cover and fired a few shots, which had little impact on the situation.
Comparing the two sides, theoretically the gravekeeper should have the upper hand, but in reality this is not the case.
It is said that a gun is fast at a distance of ten steps, but within ten steps, a gun is both accurate and fast.
But no matter how fast the gun is, it is useless if the person holding the gun cannot react and cannot aim at the person.
The only ones who were killing indiscriminately in the arena were the three men with the surname Zhang and Hei Xia Zi, all of them were masters with strong and flexible bodies.
The reactions of those armed gravekeepers were always a beat slower than theirs. Just when they aimed, the people dodged to the side and they could not hit them at all.
Bullets were flying everywhere in the field, and occasionally a few stray bullets hit the right post, scaring Wuxie and the other two who were peeking around.
"Brother Lou, aren't you good at kung fu? Why don't you go help the little brothers?"
Wuxie looked at Zhang Hailou who was hiding with them and asked a soul-searching question.
Zhang Hailou's face froze, then he chuckled twice with a forced smile, thinking that Wuxie thought too highly of him.
Wuxie thought that he didn't want to follow the patriarch to show off his prowess in public and kill everyone?
Look at what the clan leader and his men did before, and then look at him, you will realize that they are incomparable!
Let's not talk about the extraordinary existence of the clan elder for now. The clan leader and Hei Xiazi are the famous tomb robbers in the south and north.
The newcomer, whose name was unknown, also looked like a tomb robber. His ragged clothes, messy half-long hair, sturdy figure, and intelligent eyes made it clear he was an expert.
And what about yourself?
Zhang Hailou used to run a serious company in Hong Kong and Taiwan!
Although the two companies he was in charge of at that time, one was a real estate company whose CEO was Zhang Haixia, and the other was a record entertainment company, which was built up from scratch by Zhang Haiqing, he never had to worry about them.
but!
He's the chairman of two companies, and the chairman is a civilian responsible for making important decisions! Do civilians understand?
Although Zhang Hailou had received the Zhang family's rote learning, he was quite skilled.
However, ever since the family fell apart, and after confirming that the patriarch was not in danger of life in the short term and the remaining members had settled down, Zhang Hailou had not practiced kung fu much.
After so many years of slackness, he can now only fight with Zhang Haike and others who have not practiced martial arts much because they are working hard to make money.
He couldn't even beat Zhang Haixia, who needed to be in good health because he had to drink with his partners every day and took time out every day to exercise.
Oh, right! He might not be able to defeat Zhang Haike now.
After all, after experiencing the strict stick education from the clan leader Zhang Ben'an, the clan master appointed by the clan leader, Zhang Haike's kung fu also improved by leaps and bounds.
This is such a sad story.
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