The rise of the reborn hero

Before following him, He Feixiang was full of confidence in his uncles from his hometown. At the same time, he was also full of admiration for his uncle nicknamed Taibao.

This is normal.

At He Feixiang's age, he has almost zero resistance to the majestic Jianghu people who respond to him in all directions.

It seemed that he had good luck tonight.

Because these uncles and uncles from the same hometown did not take any transportation, but stopped under the overpass of Peace Square less than 500 meters away from their restaurant.

Neither this overpass, which was to be demolished due to construction needs seven or eight years later, nor He Feixiang knew that they were witnessing a history destined not to be recorded in any written records.

An event in the history of the development struggle of the health care products industry in Xia State, a major event that caused Wucheng people who were prosperous in the health care industry in another time and space to disappear in this time and space.

At the same time, this is also a"Nine Zero Zero" fight that no one cheers for.

Neither side of the struggle is right or wrong, some only have four words.

Struggle of Interests

He Feixiang remembered clearly that the weather that night was not good.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the bright moonlight in the past was completely covered up. If it weren't for the faint light shining from the tall building of the Electric Power Administration Bureau not far away, one could definitely describe it as being blind under the overpass.

However, this also gave He Feixiang good conditions for concealed observation.

Twenty minutes later, just when the young He Feixiang was getting impatient, he finally waited for the enemy.

He Jianshe's education is good.

Although he was born in the three northern provinces, He Feixiang had unknowingly assumed his identity as a Wucheng native, and naturally he did not have any favorable impression of his opponent in today's fierce battle.

There are also many enemies coming.

The appearance of one van after another made He Feixiang a little worried. When those men in uniform suits appeared in his sight, it made He Feixiang feel a little bit ominous.

Originally, the fellow villagers in his mind were already strong enough, but the majesty and fierceness of the Taibao uncle made him admire him even more.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he didn't know why. The enemy's uniform clothes and unscrupulous fierce eyes seemed to make him feel that the opponent was more powerful.

"I also received favors from Jinxiu Group in Tiandu when I was working as a single gang member."

The Taibao looked at the leader of Jinxiu in front of him, and said in a calm tone with a little wish for peace,"We have already killed several people, and I don't care. But why do you want to drive us out of the three northern provinces?"

"Dogs will jump over the wall when they are anxious, let alone humans."

Before the fight started, the Taibao acted very calmly,"They say that Brother Hongpao can buy half of the front door building now, so why bother to ruin people's wealth. We allow half of the market to come out. Do we need to discuss it?"

Obviously, the Taibao has maintained enough respect and calmness for Xiao Hongpao, who is famous all over the world. This ruthless man in the eyes of Wucheng people has talked to others in such a low profile for the first time in his life, even if the other person is just under Xiao Hongpao. an inconspicuous existence

"So much nonsense."

Zhang Jianning, who was born as a Haidongqing Orion hunter, touched his chin,"These days, the news that Wucheng people are going to do big things has spread back to Tiandu. In the past few days, I have invited people to entertain guests and drank until my stomach bleeds. How could I not? beat?"

"But my eldest sister has always said that I am a brainless idiot who only knows how to fight and kill. I want to prove to her that I am no longer an idiot and that I am making progress. That's why I stand here to talk with you today."

When the war was about to break out, Zhang Jianning didn't feel nervous at all. Instead, he nonchalantly gave Jinxiu's conditions,"The higher-ups know that you have invested a lot and have conquered a lot of markets. You set a price and we won't counter-offer. But you have to hand over the brand and processing factory of your Tai Chi Dan."

"If you have money, you will live well in this world. Don't struggle with money."

While talking, Zhang Jianning took the fire ax handed over by the person below. It was this ax that made the Taibao brother narrow his eyes. For the first time, he had doubts about whether he could win tonight.

From this ax It seems that these people have been fully prepared.

The ax handle that was specially sawn short is very suitable for close combat, and the ax handle is tightly wrapped with thick cloth strips, which is obviously used to prevent a Blood splatters will make the hands holding the ax wet and slippery.

Brother Taibao's eyes returned from the gap on the ax blade that was obviously caused by hitting the bone to the razor in his hand.

He always thought this was the best weapon for fighting. For the first time, I had doubts about the dagger in my hand.

"Many of them have followed me all over the country for so many years. I can't take the money and explain it myself. I'm afraid that I won't be able to enter the ancestral hall if I die."The Taibao brother spat out the cigarette butt he had been holding in his mouth with a sound, and looked behind him. Everyone's fearless eyes gave him the courage to give it a try.

"Then fight."

Brother Taibao and Zhang Jianning looked at each other, and then neither of them hesitated. The guy holding each other's hands immediately waved it towards each other's head.

He Feixiang, who was hiding in the dark, will never forget the scene at that time.

In In his sight, he just saw Brother Taibao roaring and being knocked over like a wooden stake by an axe. Obviously compared to the opponent's axe, the razor in the Wucheng man's hand was as weak as a child's toy.!

The Taibao is indeed ruthless. The razor in his hand is aimed directly at the opponent's neck!

Obviously he is also very smart and understands that the opponent's weapon has an absolute advantage, so he strikes at the vital point. But when Zhang Jianning swung the ax, he left He raised his arm to hold the knife that the other party was wielding. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The obvious sound of metal collision made the Taibao brother stunned. Before he could curse the other party for being despicable and shameless, Unexpectedly, when the iron protective gear was hidden in his clothes, two more axes penetrated his body with cold light!

It was destined that no one would cheer.

The fallen Taibao brother could not understand the importance of knowing oneself and the enemy, nor could he understand the opponent's use. The formation that came out to charge and fight was the three-three charge method that Xia Guo spent countless lives to sum up! The leader fell down before he could survive for thirty seconds. But the people of

Wucheng did not lose the ruthlessness they relied on for survival!

The moment the Taibao brother fell, the men behind him roared like an ancient charge and rushed towards the camp in black suits! It was not until a few months later that He Feixiang knew that the men opposite him belonged to a group called Jinxiu Group 0.5 largest companies

"Is this a fight or a war?"

He Feixiang's trembling legs betrayed his heart. He watched helplessly as the opponent's formation suddenly moved away, and then four or five pickup trucks roared out. Everyone on them wore a helmet unique to motorcyclists and carried a They were all long knives welded with a 1.78-meter-long galvanized tap water pipe!

"Wind Shakes the Barley..."

The darkness concealed the blood very well, but He Feixiang, who was completely frightened, inexplicably had a text he had just studied pop up in his mind.

A gust of wind blew. The wheat began to flow. One wave pushes another wave, one wheat pushes another wheat, and they use their own queue to convey the wind. The distant comes to the near. What is near goes far. A small breeze turns into a strong wind, and the strong wind turns into a small breeze.

The golden wheat waves undulate and roll.

It seems that they are waiting for the sickle to harvest their lives!.