The Dragon King is released from prison

The two women sat in the car and the vehicle drove towards downtown Jianjincheng City.

Shen Qiushui looked out the window and sighed: "The changes in Jianjincheng are really fast. We haven't been gone for long, but this time we came, the feeling has changed again."

Zhai Ying nodded: "Jianjincheng is in the process of rapid development. For those who come to develop it, time is money. In the face of huge money, there is no such thing as construction period."

"That's right." Shen Qiushui nodded, "All the waiting is just for the lack of benefits."

Zhai Ying glanced at Shen Qiushui: "Jianjincheng has become more than just a building on the street. Other changes have also been great."

What Zhai Ying was referring to was the current distribution of power in Jianjincheng.

Shen Qiushui shook his head: "Just change the buildings. Some of the development guidelines and policies of Jianjin City were set by my family Qi Tian when he was still the city lord. However, it cost him a lot of effort and cannot be changed casually."

Zhai Ying glanced at the time: "I have made appointments with all the major media. There are all kinds of people. You have to bear a lot of pressure. Do you need help?"

Shen Qiushui smiled confidently and brushed the broken hair from his forehead: "You can't stand this kind of pressure, how can you stay by Qi Tian's side?"

The vehicle was traveling at high speed on the highway, heading towards downtown Jianjincheng City.

The sky was completely dark.

In Jianjin City, there is an undercurrent surging.

The people of the Qitian faction suffered such a big loss last night, so naturally they wouldn't let it go.

Although they were at a disadvantage, Sister Hong and others were not just for nothing. They had been building Jincheng for so long, and they had already established their own intelligence organization, and they had also found out who was responsible for the attack yesterday.

I have gathered my strength tonight and am ready to fight back.

Naturally, those people would not sit still and wait for death. They also gathered their hands and prepared for a head-on confrontation.

After all, the order from Rakshasa's side is just one word, fight!

In a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, several figures were sitting here, and the warehouse was filled with smoke.

Behind these seated figures, there were dense crowds of people standing.

The warehouse door was pushed open, and a figure walked in: "Report, those people have already set off. They gathered from Baitai Assets and are coming this way."

"How many people?" asked one of the people sitting there.

"The exact number is impossible to estimate, and the backbone is close to a thousand."

The so-called backbone are all warriors with powerful strength.

In this kind of battle, the number of people can play a certain role, but it is very small.

Moreover, Sister Hong and others will not bring too many useless people. If they recruit people thoroughly, these major forces can even gather 10,000 people in a short time.

Ten thousand people is a very scary number, but how many real masters can there be?

At that time, if someone else only produces 2,000 masters and is defeated by 10,000, it will be too unpleasant to spread.

Of course, even if you win with 10,000 people, it won't sound good if word spreads.

So, more than a thousand people, no more, no less, just right.

The number of people is large enough, the momentum is enough, and the mob is not used to make up the numbers.

"Thousands of backbones, hahahaha! It's okay, I'll completely cripple them this time!"

"Tell the brothers to get ready to assemble! I'm leaving all these more than a thousand people today. I've long heard that Qi Tian's mistress, Sister Hong, is a enchanting beauty, the kind that can seduce anyone's soul just by looking at her. Let’s enjoy this ultimate beauty tonight, and then throw her on the street after playing with her. I think the news tomorrow will be very interesting.”

"One thousand people, we have five times their number. Notice, gather, hide, wait for our order to drown them!"

Sister Hong and others need a reputation.

But the people on Rakshasa's side don't need it at all. They just want to have a good record and beat Qi Tian painfully, and that's enough.

This is a cognitive bias.

It's like an ordinary person challenging a world champion.

If the world champion wins, everyone thinks it is right, but if an ordinary person wins, it will be big news. Even if this ordinary person has some advantages in the competition, such as a 100-meter race, if he leads by ten meters at the beginning, he will win. Winning the world 100-meter championship is also a great honor.

Therefore, Rakshasa doesn't care about using more to defeat less, as long as one result is enough for them.

Tonight, dark clouds gathered in the sky, covering the high moon, making the suburbs of Jianjin City even darker.

People from the Qitian faction are rushing towards the warehouse.

A brake sounded.

The black SUV was parked in front of a private club.

There were already people standing at the door of the club, holding cameras and microphones, all waiting.

When the passenger door of the off-road vehicle opened, Shen Qiushui got out of the vehicle.

The moment Shen Qiushui appeared, everyone around him rushed up.

"Mr. Shen, why hasn't Qitian received any reply in the past seven days?"

"Are you scared?"

"Qi Tian doesn't dare to fight, right?"

These people are media, but not the mainstream media, but specifically serving the underground world.

Shen Qiushui listened to these questions and looked around: "Everyone, your questions will be answered soon, but at least let us choose a place where we can talk, right?"

Many people in these media have a questioning and mocking tone.

But at this moment, when Shen Qiushui spoke, she exuded an aura of momentum, allowing her to take the initiative. When she stepped forward, those who were blocking Shen Qiushui naturally gave way. Road.

Shen Qiushui strode into this private club.

In the club, there is already a banquet hall prepared for Shen Qiushui.

Shen Qiushui walked to the stage and sat down. There was a microphone in front of her.

Shen Qiushui patted the microphone gently, tried the tone, and immediately smiled: "Everyone, please ask questions now."

"Why doesn't Qitian say anything?"

"Are you afraid?"

Shen Qiushui glanced at the person who asked the question and said, "No, at least in the process of knowing him, I haven't seen the word fear in him. I don't know when you have seen it. I will associate the word fear with Qitian."

"Then why doesn't Qi Tian speak?"

"Don't fight?"

"It's been seven days, don't say Qi Tian doesn't know about this!"

Faced with this problem, Shen Qiushui shook his head: "Qitian knows, but he is just thinking about a question. If everyone fights, will he give everyone a response? That way he doesn't have to do anything every day. ”

"Shen Qiushui, don't say such nonsense, just tell Qi Tian whether you dare or not!"

"That's right, I didn't say a word. Now you suddenly say this. Are you making excuses for yourself? Is this a reason not to fight?"

Shen Qiushui patted the microphone gently, once again ensuring that the sound of the microphone could be transmitted clearly, and then said: "Everyone, you can now turn on the video and adjust your recording equipment, and then aim it at me. What I say next, you have to It was recorded clearly.”