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Chapter 850

The three cunning foxes silently watched the salvage on the river. They were obviously trying to reap the benefits of the fisherman, waiting for the Wumen and the Mitsui family to salvage all Zhang Xianzhong's sunken silver, and then came to the stage with a loud and harsh kindness in the name of justice.

Wang Xianzhi squinted his eyes and said to Huang Jiulang: "Everyone says that politicians are the most cunning creatures in the world. They have made people like you grow up. Lao Huang, your calculations are really good. I said before that I wanted to let go of my past grudges with Jingzhebing, and I was waving my flags and shouting, so I just laughed. Now I can see that you are the final winner, and you have benefited them all by yourself."

Xiang Que patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "Remember this, it will be a big favor again in the future."

Huang Jiulang smiled dryly and rubbed his hands. They just accepted the money-strike. There was no way. After this trip, he was indeed the biggest winner. In the name of standing up for Wang Jingzhe, he used Xiang Que and Wang Xianzhi to capture all the Wumen and the salvaged Shenyin in one go. It can be said that he had almost no strength to use it, and he gained great benefits for no reason.

After this battle, the Wu Sect will definitely lose its vitality. If it is suppressed, it will definitely not be able to do it. However, its strength will definitely be backward for decades. Then, without spending a penny, it will take Zhang Xianzhong's treasure up. This calculation is too good.

The salvage work on the river was still continuing, batches of shipwreck cargo were fished up and piled up on the deck of the ship. The Wumen and Mitsui family began to count in an orderly manner. As the treasures gradually increased, their palms and heads were already sweating excitedly. This handful was taken. Such huge wealth and cultural relics were equivalent to falling from the sky into their own bowls, and their waists must have been thicker.

At around three o'clock in the morning, the submersible and salvage officers were doing their last time last night. Before about four o'clock, the river surface at the mouth of the river will return to peace. Zhang Xianzhong stayed under the river for thousands of years without seeing the sunshine. He will be washed clean through various channels in several years, but at this point it is unaware of it.

No one knows that in this ordinary dark night, the treasure hidden underwater will be quietly transferred away.

The "Crazy" submersible floated out of the water, and then the divers also came up.

Jiang Qing stretched out his hand to Mitsui Mina and said, "Miss Mitsui, the cooperation is pleasant and smooth."

Mitsui Mina breathed a long sigh, and the irritability and uneasiness in her heart almost subsided. Her worries seemed a little unnecessary. Such a smooth salvage would end in about twenty minutes.

Suddenly, a small boat floated from the river in the distance. The boat was windless and no one was paddling. Two people were sitting on the boat with their lazy arms on the edge of the boat.

After the small boat that looked like a ghost came over, it was quite far away and attracted the attention of the people on the boat. Elder Tang and the disciples of the Wumen next to him said, "It's not that the coast has been blocked, but someone is also raising the wind. Where did this boat come out?"

The disciple of the Wumen said in surprise: "No, I don't know. We do have someone to guard it, so why is there no one to communicate?"

"I'll ask, what did this boat come from... I'll get it away quickly."

Two figures stood up on the boat, standing tall and not seeing any shaking of the boat. Both of them were carrying their hands with high profile, slightly tilted their heads, and a strong smell of beating was heard all over their bodies.

Xiang Que whispered: "I will pick the bigger one. You guys who sell knives are not very good at using it. The smaller ones, the fewer ones belong to you?"

Wang Xianzhi was not polite, nodded and said, "Okay, those who are capable should work harder."

"Okay, let me take a step first..." Xiang Que raised his hands behind his back, raised his legs, and pointed his toes off the edge of the boat. The man suddenly rose up from the ground, and when he was a few feet away from the salvage boat, he flew over.

As soon as the bow of the boat behind fell, Wang Xianzhi rowed towards the other one.

"Pu" Xiangque fell on the deck, his body was straight and his hands didn't move. His faint eyes passed by Wumen, Mitsui family and others one by one, and he said with a slight look: "A group of things that are scattered inside and outside, and the little things left by the ancestors will sooner or later be defeated if you are doing this. To put it nicely, this is called seeking wealth, but in our case, we are selling the country, which is really shameless. It is shameless to sell our ancestors to seek honor."

Xiang Que said something, everyone on the boat was shocked. Elder Tang frowned and asked, "What are you talking nonsense? Where are the people coming from here making trouble? Do you know that we..."

"Swish" Xiangque did not give the other party any chance to open the remarks, and his figure jumped over like a ghost, raised his hand and slapped Elder Tang in the face.

"Old guy, you're talking too much. When is it still thinking about getting overwhelming with me? It's too late."

Elder Tang, who was seventy and eighty, was stunned by the slap. He covered his face in disbelief and said, "You, do you know who I am?"

"An old dog!" Xiangque pulled his neck with his back hand, stumbled slightly under his feet, lifted the person up, and threw it out along the force of his hand.

"Dingdeng, Dingdeng" Elder Tang took a few steps back, staggering and not standing firmly. His body immediately hit the side of the ship, and his center of gravity moved up and his upper body was loaded from the ship.

"Pu" Elder Tang plunged into the river, but no one else could react. The incident was a bit too fast.

Xiang Que made a move like flowing water. He didn't see how his feet moved. The person changed direction in an instant. The people on the boat had no preparation or expectations at all. He didn't know who he ran to. He took action and almost no action, so he grabbed the person and threw it into the river.

Wang Xianzhi, who was not far from here, arrived under the tugboat and suddenly jumped from the small boat. He grabbed the cable with one hand and climbed up to it in a few seconds. He was watching the salvage boat people, but unexpectedly, someone would climb up.

The people from the Wumen and Mitsui family felt most sincerely that they were helpless and powerless. Their intuitive feeling was that they were entangled by two ghosts, and they even found it difficult for them to organize any effective resistance. The people on their side were thrown into the river one by one.

A soldier is not bloody, but it is destroyed by death. This is a true portrayal.

"Swish"

"Swish, swish"

Rows of searchlights suddenly lit up on both sides of the river, and the lights hit the three ships.

At both ends of the river mouth, the roar of motors of motorboats and speedboats also sounded instantly.

This is a countermeasure that Huang Jiulang, Xiang Que and Wang Xianzhi decided in a few words. They were responsible for boarding the boat to clear the people from Sanjing and Wumen, and Huang Jiulang was responsible for picking up and receiving the bargains.

Looking at the scene on the boat that was almost impossible to resist, Huang Jiulang sighed inexplicably. The two middle-aged fathers were really not polite for their son. The opponent could only wait for death and wait for them to harvest.
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