Huang Kun nodded thoughtfully and borrowed a sentence from the Qinggang tycoon Du Yuesheng: "Don't be afraid of others taking advantage of you. If others take advantage of you, it shows that you are still valuable. Wendong, you are a smart man. You should know when you are being taken advantage of.

How to get the most benefit for yourself.”

Xie Wendong nodded in agreement. Jiang is still smarter than he is. In some matters, the old man thinks more clearly than himself.

He changed the topic and suddenly turned to Huang Kun's health: "Mr. Huang, I heard that you have been feeling unwell in your throat during this time?"

Huang Kun leaned back on the recliner, frowned and said, "Who told you? Brother Jin? Lao Wang?"

Xie Wendong shook his head and smiled: "As a junior, I shouldn't talk about you. But your body is your own, so you have to take good care of it." He was really like an adult patiently teaching a child.

Huang Kun waved his hand, accepting Xie Wendong's kindness: "My health is very good, but my throat is a bit dry, it's not a big deal."

While the two were talking, the leader who had led Xie Wendong into the villa came over and announced: "Old man, the Beijing clothes you ordered have arrived."

"Oh, really, ask someone to carry it in quickly." Huang Kun said.

The leader bent down and answered yes.

Seeing the joy on Huang Kun's face, Xie Wendong couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Huang, what Beijing clothes make you so happy?"

Huang Kun squinted his eyes, showing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and said: "These are ten Peking Opera costumes that I had specially made from Beijing, China. They were all bought in Chinatown in the United States before, and they are not as authentic as this one."

Xie Wendong said oh and didn't take this matter to heart.

After a while, two Hongmen brothers came over carrying a large box. Their pace was slow, and the box was obviously very heavy. Behind them, there was a middle-aged man in his forties.

.The middle-aged man was dressed like a tailor and held a ruler in his hand for measuring clothes.

"Old man, this is Master Liang who came specially from Beijing. He made most of your clothes." A Hongmen brother introduced.

Huang Kun said politely: "It turns out to be Master Liang. Thank you for your hard work. Could you please come all the way here?"

Master Liang smiled and said: "Mr. Huang, you are polite. Serving customers is our purpose. If there is anything inappropriate about the clothes, you can tell me. I will change it for you as much as possible according to your requirements."

The box was opened, and there were ten Peking Opera costumes inside. These costumes were all handmade, using the best materials, and took half a year to complete. They are all exquisite pieces.

Of course, the items are not cheap, each item exceeds 100,000 yuan, otherwise Master Liang would not have come all the way from China to the United States.

For ordinary people, one million yuan is just a hair on the head of a nine-year-old Hongmen man. As long as he is willing, he can buy a hundred or a thousand pieces, no problem.

Huang Kun reached out and took out a piece of clothing from the box, put it on and buttoned it up. He was very satisfied with the style and size of the costume.

"Master, where is your store in Beijing?" Xie Wendong asked wordlessly.

Master Liang hesitated for a moment and replied: "Beijing Dahongmen Market."

Xie Wendong: "Oh, that's a place for custom-made high-end clothing. There should be quite a few shops like yours."

Master Liang paused, and after a long time he slowly replied: "Yes... quite a few."

Xie Wendong suddenly laughed, and his smile was extremely bright: "Your acting skills as a killer are really too clumsy." As soon as Xie Wendong finished speaking, Yuan Tianzhong kicked out and kicked Master Liang to the ground.

Huang Kun frowned, looked at Xie Wendong and said, "What's going on?"

Xie Wendong said slowly: "Although I have never been to Dahongmen Market, I know that it is the largest clothing wholesale market in the north. How could a place that makes such high-end clothes locate its store there? Also, a person who has lived in Beijing for many years

How come the old master speaks blunt Mandarin?"

Anyone who has lived in Beijing knows that there is a difference between Beijing dialect and Mandarin. The former has a strong Erhua sound. Of course Huang Kun, who has lived in the United States all year round, cannot recognize it, but today he met Xie Wendong.

The killer who was exposed on the spot let out a strange scream, got up with red eyes, and rushed towards Huang Kun waving the ruler in his hand.

An extremely ordinary ruler turned into an extremely powerful weapon in his hands. Two Hongmen brothers carrying a box rushed forward to restrain him, but were chopped to the ground in the blink of an eye. In their hands

On the neck, there was a knife mark as thin as a hair. It turned out that this seemingly ordinary ruler actually had a sharp blade hidden inside. No wonder the brothers didn't find it out.

It was surprising that a killer broke into the old man's villa. Within a moment, dozens of bodyguards rushed over. Some of them protected Huang Kun's safety, while others fought with the killer. In order not to accidentally hurt his brother, Hong

The people on this side of the door didn't use their guns.

The killer who was able to kill Huang Kun's villa was indeed no ordinary person. He carried a special ruler and showed no fear when surrounded by dozens of people.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The collision of knives with knives continued one after another. More than 20 bodyguards could not withstand his impact and were forced to retreat continuously.

He spotted a person, stepped on his feet, and shot him like an arrow. It was hard to imagine that he could be so fast.

Before the big man could react, the killer was already in front of him and hit the man's chest hard with his shoulder. The force of the impact he had gathered was so great that with a click, the big man's sternum was shattered and he flew away.

Got out.

Without pausing, after knocking one person away, the killer swung his arm and cut his throat with the knife in the bodyguard's hand.

When the bodyguards on the left and right saw this, they all changed their minds. Someone in the crowd shouted and danced with the machete in his hand, forming a web of death. The killer resisted and slowly retreated back.

A bodyguard came around behind the killer, suddenly roared, and struck with a knife. The killer seemed to have eyes on his back, and he twisted his body to the side. Although the movement was ugly, he easily dodged it. At the same time, he turned around and kicked

, kicked the man in the lower abdomen. The bodyguard felt the pain and bent down. The killer glared, raised the knife and cut off the bodyguard's head with a thud.

Wherever the knife started, there was a flash of cold light, blood splashing, and someone was always injured and fell. In just five minutes, most of the twenty-odd bodyguards had been chopped down by him.

Xie Wendong was watching the battle, secretly shocked. It wasn't that Mr. Huang's bodyguards were too weak, but that the killer behind him was too strong.

"Tianzhong, come on." Xie Wendong said coldly.

Yuan Tianzhong is a person who likes to express himself and is also a person with real abilities.

"Don't worry, Brother Dong, I've left this person in my hands." As soon as he finished speaking, the soft sword came out of its sheath with a clang.

Yuan Tianzhong took a few steps forward and said to Huang Kun's bodyguards: "Get out of my way."

Even though the bodyguards felt unhappy about being shouted at like this, their skills were inferior to others, so they had no choice but to step aside obediently.

Without the swords coming from all directions, the pressure on the killer suddenly eased. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a cold voice: "Do you think you can kill me alone?"

Yuan Tianzhong looked up and smiled and said, "You can try it."

The killer narrowed his eyes and said expressionlessly: "You ungrateful fellow, what's your name?"

The smile on Yuan Tianzhong's face became even stronger: "Is this important to a dead person?"

The killer's eyes were cold and his face became more gloomy: "Just because of your words, you will die."

Yuan Tianzhong was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. It was like a toad yawning - such a loud tone. Even if he fought against Tang Yin and Xin Chou back then, the other party would not dare to say this. Yuan Tianzhong's moves were very fast, like lightning, and his body

The movement was weird, like a whirlwind. The killer had never seen such a ghostly movement before, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back in fright.

The killer met Yuan Tianzhong and swung his hands with two swords. He didn't know kung fu, but he had extremely rich fighting skills honed in actual combat. He really used his full strength, but the momentum was astonishing.

Yuan Tianzhong raised the corner of his mouth and floated to the side. Then he raised his knees and kicked the killer violently in the abdomen.

So fast! The killer's heart trembled, and he hurriedly put away his sword and retreated, but his speed was far behind Yuan Tianzhong. He retreated, and Yuan Tianzhong followed him with a lunge. When he came closer, the soft sword in his hand rose from bottom to top.

Picked it out diagonally.

Whoosh! The blade of the sword broke through the wind, and the scream was ear-piercing. The killer had no time to retreat. Although the opponent was coming menacingly, he could only bite the bullet and parry.

Only the sound of clanging gold was heard, Yuan Tianzhong's software was bent, and the sharp sword edge picked off half of the killer's ear. The killer let out a wail, and the ruler in his hand fell to the ground without holding it properly. Yuan Tianzhong took the opportunity to swing out with his straight arm.

A punch hit the killer's left shoulder hard.

Click! The killer's body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and fell more than two meters before falling to the ground. He struggled to get up, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. When he lowered his head, he saw that his left shoulder was in pain.

The collarbone has been broken by the opponent's punch.

He held back the pain, picked up a machete from the ground, roared, and rushed towards Yuan Tianzhong. When he was not injured, he was no longer Yuan Tianzhong's opponent, not to mention that his collarbone was broken at this time, and half of his arms were numb and about to lose consciousness.

He is no match for Yuan Tianzhong.

Seeing him running straight towards him, Yuan Tianzhong smiled coldly, raised his head high, and glanced at the killer from the corner of his eye. When he was almost in front of him, he suddenly raised his foot and touched the killer's chest.

Plop! This time, the killer fell more than three meters away, and three of his ribs were broken.

The killer was lying on the ground, vomiting two mouthfuls of blood. But even so, he still held the handle of the knife tightly in his hand, his face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were staring at Yuan Tianzhong. He struggled to stand up, but unfortunately, at this time, he

My heart is full but my strength is not enough. My broken ribs and collarbones are as painful as pinpricks and burning, and the strength in my body is draining away at an accelerating rate.

Seeing the killer lying on his back at his feet, his limbs twitching, trying to stand up but unable to do so, the bodyguards around him were amused, and they all raised their knives, preparing to chop him down.

There were dozens of bodyguards, and they could chop him into pieces if they cut him into pieces. At this moment, Xie Wendong raised his arm and shouted in a cold voice: "Stop!"
Chapter completed!