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Ever since the first time Fang Mo went on a mission to confront Shiho Kumura wearing a mask, Fang Mo could be said to have a soft spot for the Spider-Man mask.

When this guy thinks about wearing a mask to a trading day, the first thing that comes to mind is Spider-Man's mask.

One thing to say, this mask is really easy to use.

At least it's much more secure than most masks. It goes directly over the head, so there's no risk of it falling due to too much movement.

And it is relatively breathable, and the field of vision will not be greatly affected.

Fang Mo has a soft spot for Spider-Man's mask, which seems understandable.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Mo and Xu Sanduo walked into Xianghe Community wearing two masks.

As for why Wanyan Zhenting was left outside, there were two reasons.

Firstly, after all, Wanyan Zhenting followed the guy who took away the bank card.

Perhaps inadvertently, the other party had caught a glimpse of Wanyan Zhenting's dress and had already memorized the image of such a number one person.

If something unexpected happens, even if he is wearing a mask, the other party will have an extraordinary memory.

According to the driving recorder, Wanyan Zhenting's figure might be picked out on the road.

As for Fang Mo and Xu Sanduo, they have no worries in this regard.

Another reason is that in Fang Mo's eyes, Wanyan Zhenting's skills are obviously not as strong as Xu Sanduo, who has experienced countless lives and deaths in the battlefields of blood and fire in the Middle East!

"Under normal circumstances, compare strength, speed, agility, reflexes, and endurance."

"There may not be much difference between Xu Sanduo and Wanyan Zhenting, but when it comes to a life-and-death fight, Wanyan Zhenting is definitely no match for Xu Sanduo."

"And his ability to judge in critical moments is definitely not as good as Xu Sanduo."

There is no doubt about this.

Xu Sanduo's ability to fight on the battlefield was definitely not pure luck.

In the novel "Crooked Mouth God of War", Xu Sanduo can be regarded as a terrifying existence who came out of the Shura Field.

It's not an exaggeration to call him the God of War.

This kind of person has experienced so many life-and-death struggles, large and small, in critical moments of crisis.

His judgment ability is definitely far superior to that of Wanyan Zhenting, who has little combat experience.

It's not like Fang Mo has never fought against Wanyan Zhenting. When Fang Mo quietly pulled out his gun, if the person ambushing him had been more cautious, he would probably not have chosen to get close.

Instead, they will continue to take advantage of speed.

In the end, Wanyan Zhenting suffered a loss at the hands of Fang Mo. This alone was enough to prove it.

Wanyan Zhenting's ability in actual combat was far inferior to Xu Sanduo.

"Master Fang, the Spider-Man hood you bought seems to be fading. I feel like I can't breathe smoothly..."

As soon as the two of them entered the alley, Xu Sanduo mumbled and mumbled.

Hearing this, Fang Mo also touched the hood on his face.

Nima, really!

One of them is a red Spider-Man, and the other is a black Spider-Man.

Neither of them held an umbrella. After the light rain outside washed away, their faces felt sticky.

Reach out and touch, there is paint in one hand.

This damn black-hearted boss.

I curse you for giving birth to a son without an asshole.

"Forget it, let's do this first..."

Fang Mo gritted his teeth and sighed.

At this time, it is not easy to find someone selling masks temporarily.

I'm not a robber, so how could I just wear that kind of combat mask?

When he arrived at the entrance of the bungalow in the community, Fang Mo turned around and found that there were more than a dozen cars with bluffing license plates parked in the yard, which was about [-] square meters.

Most of them are Mercedes-Benz and BMW, and there are also top-level luxury cars such as Bentley and Rolls-Royce.

But they are all Leopard numbers.

Of course, it was not as exaggerated as Fang Mo initially expected.

Leopards are actually divided into three, six or nine grades, such as those in first-tier cities.

The price at any auction can be as high as a Rolls-Royce.

Leopards in second-tier cities seem less valuable.

It's probably in the hundreds of thousands, and it depends on the numbers.

Who in the brain has nothing to do and spends hundreds of thousands to buy a leopard with 4 numbers in a row?

Under normal circumstances, the most valuable number in the Leopard Number should be 8, which is the Chinese people's favorite homophone for "fa".

The next one is 6, after all, [-] is a smooth move.

At the moment, among Xianghe communities, most of them are located in second-tier cities.

And there are not many Leopards with serial numbers of 8 and 6 among them.

In other words, among the entrepreneurs from various places who are present at the moment, there are no particularly outstanding bosses.

At least they are not the top bosses supported by the authorities in various second-tier cities.

Fang Mo breathed a sigh of relief;

"If there are still those top bosses who deal with the government on a daily basis and come to collude with overseas killer organizations, then it will be troublesome to root them out."

Those big guys who receive support from official resources in various places are not ordinary characters.

Both personal connections and social relationships are complex and cumbersome.

As the saying goes, pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, kill the tiger first and then the fly.

If this level of existence really needs to be eradicated, the corrosion and infiltration in the officialdom can be imagined.

After thinking this, Fang Mo led Xu Sanduo towards the entrance.

There were two short doormen at the door. Fang Mo was now considered a half martial arts master. With the chicken blood mode, he could even fight against some entry-level martial arts masters.

I also have a certain understanding of external exercises for muscles, bones and skin.

Most of those from the Blood Clothes Sect are not tall.

Fang Mo blindly guessed that this was also related to the external refining of muscles, bones and skin.

After all, if you have been training since childhood, Lajin must be the first step.

Lajin can easily affect a person's future height.

"Young Master Fang, the two guys at the door are both martial arts masters."

Xu Sanduo's voice came softly, and Fang Mo nodded slightly when he heard the words.

"I know."

After saying these words, Fang Mo took the initiative to greet him.

"Sir, please cooperate with our inspection."

Just as he was about to enter the door, the two doormen stepped forward, one from the left and the other from the right, and stopped Fang Mo.

At this moment, Fang Mo couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat.

Worthy!

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Although they don't have an invitation letter system, do you need to know the password if you want to enter?

But when he heard the doorman's voice, Fang Mo broke out in a cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be a security check!

I didn't expect that as a killer organization holding an offline party, I would have such safety awareness.

"But since they have to go through the security check, how did Jin Shikai and his little brother get in?"

Fang Mo frowned slightly.

Those two people had guns on them!

Of course, his face remained calm and he raised his hand obediently.

He allowed the two doormen to start touching his body.

But just when one of the doormen inserted his palm into the pocket of Fang Mo's trouser pocket.

His originally relaxed expression under the mask suddenly changed.

Worthy!

Damn it, why did you forget this thing?

The next moment, a metallic crisp sound slowly sounded at the same time.

"There is a situation!"

The doorman's face suddenly darkened.

"come over!"

After saying this, he waved to his companion next to him.

Xu Sanduo looked at Fang Mo and seemed to realize that things were starting to go in the wrong direction.

Fang Mo made a gesture, asking him to wait and see what would happen.

The next moment, as the pistol was pulled out, one of the doormen narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous look in his eyes;

"Sir, you shouldn't be unclear about the rules of the trading day, right?"

Gaden...

At this moment, Fang Mo's heart was in his throat.