Wang Mang was reminded by Liu Ying of the interesting things that happened in senior one.

strange to say, he was silent to anyone at that time, but when he was with Xiao Ying, he could always play together.

it was as if there was a magic power to open his closed heart.

just as Wang Mang and Liu Ying were preparing to succeed When they continued to pour out their green feelings, the heavy gate of the courtyard was pushed open,

a group of people were full of Qi and blood, and they broke in,

"Yue ye, here it is."

the seven or eight strong men who broke into the courtyard, the muscular bald man who stood at the head, with a long knife in his thick arm, and a pair of tiger eyes, were angry,

"are you sure? So Wang Hu usually lives here? "

"Yes, Yue ye, the king tiger has been watched by our flying shark gang for a long time.

a few days ago, some brothers of our gang wanted to go to Shishui store to get some worthless clothes,

but the king tiger was too overbearing. He occupied the store and didn't leave any soup for the brothers, which didn't give us face."

one with eyes combed Looking at the head of the plane, the sleek looking man was telling the bald man all kinds of things about Wang Hu.

the bald man weighed the long knife in his hand, glanced at the sleek man beside him and said:

"hum! Don't tell me. I don't know about you?

Don't you just want to take advantage of Shishui's death and go to the shop under his name to get some benefits? If you don't have the ability, you can blame others?

However, Wang Hu really went too far. He killed four first-class brothers in the gang early this morning, and one of them was at the top of the first class.

but he ignored the rules when he killed him. He didn't pay attention to our gang. How can he treat other brothers in the gang if he put up with it like this? How to account to the families of the dead brothers? "

Wang Mang noticed the movement in the courtyard and looked out from the window.

seven or eight murderous men with weapons broke in. The leader seemed to be talking about something.

Wang Mang frowned I think it's a little strange. Is it hard to see that the gathering place is in such a mess? Anyone dare to break in and rob openly?

Liu Ying, holding Wang Mang's neck, also saw the men in the yard with Wang Mang's eyes,

felt the breath a little, and then found that at least four of the eight men were second-class, and the first class reached the second-class higher level,

Wang Mang didn't have any idea about their strength, what is first-class, second-class "Xiaoying, let's go out and see what these clowns are doing and how they break into our house."

Wang Mang frowned and was not happy. He was thinking about which one of them to kill first later.

Wang Mang pushed open the kitchen door, and the seven or eight men all looked at him for a moment Focused on Wang Mang,

the bald man looked at Wang Mang, narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully, but he could not help holding the long knife in his hand.

Wang Mang moved a wooden chair, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette and asked, "who are you?"

The bald man at the head heard Wang Mang's question, but before he spoke, he felt a tremendous momentum, which made him feel a little out of breath