Siheyuan: My name is Cao Xing, and I have a strong background

Cao Xing had a panoramic view of everything from a distance.

He secretly admired the talents of the two leaders.

There is no fool who can make it to the top, and these two guys are smarter than the other.

Especially the elegant young man, even if he was telling lies, there were no obvious flaws in his language or expression.

Sure enough, the two men did not go far. Instead, they went out one after the other and came to the back of a gentle slope.

The elegant young man took off his glasses and wiped them calmly, then looked at the middle-aged man and spoke slowly.

"Aren't you going to bring back Liu Zhi's sister? Why don't you go?"

The middle-aged man sneered, "Humph, you are the same, aren't you? We all have the same thoughts, and we both know who we are."

"Haha, I'm different from you. Even though you're older, I'm older than you in Hongmen."

The middle-aged man said disdainfully: "I, Wenjie, have been in Hongmen for so long, but I have never heard of your name. I guess you are just mediocre."

The elegant young man smiled after hearing this and couldn't help asking, "Wenjie? Who is Wenxuan, the deputy head of Qiantang, to you?"

Wenjie grinned and said proudly, "I am Wenxuan's elder brother. Why, don't you believe it?"

"Is that the deputy head of Qiantang who has a broken arm?"

Wenjie's face turned dark. As the saying goes, don't expose people's weaknesses and don't hit people in the face.

Wenjie, Wenxuan and Wengang are three brothers.

Wenxuan angered Cao Xing because of his younger brother Wengang's affairs, so Cao Xing cut off his own arm as a punishment for not disciplining him properly.

Although this matter was not deliberately spread, it was known to outsiders.

There were rumors on the street that Wenxuan had angered a big boss and cut off one of his arms as an apology.

This also made Wenxuan and his elder brother Wenjie unable to hold their heads up for a period of time.

"Humph! Who are you? How do you know these things?"

The elegant young man said in a cheerful tone: "I am the confidant of the leader of the city, Tang Long. I will develop in the city of Sijiu from now on. I hope you will take good care of me."

The word "confidant" has a specific position in the Hongmen.

The position of confidant is usually the trusted think tank of the local leader, and is held by those who have made great contributions to the Hongmen.

Wenjie was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that the elegant young man in front of him could serve as a confidant at such a young age.

Although the Hongmen in the north implicitly used Sijiu City as a benchmark, in theory everyone was equal, and the position of confidant was on par with that of the hall master. Logically speaking, he was indeed one generation lower than Tang Long in terms of position.

Wenjie looked at him coldly, and then laughed for no apparent reason.

"Tang Long? I heard that the leader of Baocheng is named Tang Biao. I guess you got to the top through connections."

Tang Long did not feel any resistance when he heard this.

"That's right, my brother is Tang Biao. But whether I rely on connections to get to the top is none of your business. I will teach you one thing today: to do things, you have to rely on yourself!"

Wenjie suddenly felt a chill when he heard this.

This feeling of danger made his hair stand on end. It was as if Tang Long in front of him had shed his human disguise and turned into a ferocious beast!

The source of the danger was not Tang Long himself, but the gun he took out from his waist.

"What the hell..."

boom!

Tang Long raised his hand and fired a shot, but unfortunately the shot did not hit Wen Jie.

When Wenjie sensed danger, he rolled on the ground without caring about his image. Fortunately, there were several large rocks on the gentle slope where he could hide.

Tang Long missed the attack, but the excitement on his face was evident.

The silenced pistol in his hand was always pointed at Wenjie's hiding place.

"What? You don't dare to come out?"

Wenjie had already cursed his eight generations of ancestors in his heart, but he refused to admit defeat.

"Fuck you, Tang Long. If you're a man, just fight me. Using a gun is nothing!"

Tang Long's expression didn't seem to change in the face of such ridicule.

"What era is this? Are you still competing in martial arts? The fastest way to knock someone down is with a gun. Don't worry, I will collect your body."

"You are not a real man, you are unworthy of being a member of Hongmen!"

"My wife knows whether I am a man or not. If your wife is pretty, she might know it too."

Tang Long's words made Wen Jie speechless. He had seen shameless people and sharp-tongued people before, but Tang Long had reached the extreme in both aspects, which almost made him vomit blood in anger.

"Tang Long, if you kill me my brother will not let you go."

Faced with such a dangerous situation, Wenjie could only resort to this threatening method.

But Tang Long didn't care about his threats. In his eyes, being valued by Qin Gui was the most important thing.

A ministerial-level cadre is already the pinnacle of power. As long as he can hold on to this thigh, future glory and wealth will be a piece of cake.

"Don't say that Wenxuan is just a deputy hall master. Even if he is the hall master, I am not afraid. You can go on your journey with peace of mind."

"Fuck you, Tang Long. If you kill me, I'll see how you'll explain to your brother."

"Explain..."

As soon as Tang Long said this, he saw three cold lights flash by. He was shocked and quickly dodged to the left.

Even though he was quite skilled, he only dodged two rays of cold light, and that one ray of cold light went straight into his arm.

He looked down and saw a short arrow stuck in his arm!

He recognized this short arrow, it was a kind of sleeve arrow. He didn't expect Wenjie to have such a killing weapon hidden.

Wenjie had obviously used a hidden weapon on him when he was not prepared, and all the previous words were meant to paralyze him and make him think that Wenjie had lost the strength to resist.

"mean!"

Tang Long put his glasses in his pocket and hid behind another big rock. He held the gun in his right hand, as his left hand was obviously unable to move.

The two of them hid behind big rocks and neither of them dared to show their heads, which seemed a bit weird.

Wen Jie laughed and said, "Young man, you have good skills, but you are still too young. How about this? The arrowhead of my short arrow is triangular. If you don't treat it quickly, I'm afraid you will bleed to death."

Tang Long felt a chill in his heart when he heard this. He knew this kind of triangular arrow. The arrowhead had barbs and blood grooves, so it had excellent lethality.

The wound caused by this kind of arrow is difficult to sew up even if you seek medical treatment immediately. In ancient times, whether you could survive depended purely on luck. Even now, if you cannot go to the hospital for a long time, you will bleed to death!

"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

As Tang Long spoke, he untied the belt around his waist and tied his arms, which could effectively prevent blood loss.

"Drag me to be your scapegoat? Let's see whether you die or I die!"

Tang Long took his glasses to the top of the stone and checked Wenjie's position through the reflection.

One of them had a gun and the other had an arrow, and they were in a stalemate.

"Wenjie, I'm going to rush over now. I don't know if I will be shot by you, but you will definitely die under my gun. Is this the result you want?"

Wenjie looked at the three remaining arrows in his left hand, was silent for a moment, and finally said, "What do you want to do?"

"Let me go, and I'll give Liu Zhi to you, how about that?"