The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 582:
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The gangsters covering their faces and legs and wailing were rolling all over the ground. Someone shouted "Get out!", and these people hurriedly limped away with their arms and legs, not even daring to look back.
Feng Zhiwei didn't even turn her head or glance at the corner of her eyes. She looked at the main door of the Dragon Slayer Gang. At this moment, it was suddenly opened, and a man led two groups of people to rush out.
His eyes swept across the field and he immediately saluted Feng Zhiwei, "Thank you for your help, I dare not ask for your name."
The man's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and his expression was grateful but alert. After all, Feng Zhiwei didn't look like someone from the world, but rather like a noble family. These people were naturally wary of people in the officialdom.
Feng Zhiwei was satisfied. It seemed that the boss of Dragon Slayer did have some talents. She looked at him with the eyes of a boss looking at his subordinates, then raised her hand and said with a smile: "I don't dare, it's nothing to do with a little effort." I’m sorry, I’m an old friend of the gang leader, and I’m here to visit you today. Please tell the gang leader that I’m an old friend from Shanbei. Are you okay?”
As soon as the last eight words came out, the man's expression immediately tightened. He quickly bent down and bowed, leading people in quickly. After a while, he came out again. This time, he brought more people and stood tall in front of the door. He bowed and said: "The gang leader invites you!"
Feng Zhiwei nodded and walked in calmly. Her guards followed and tried to stop him. The guard behind Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and choked with his sword half unsheathed. The Dragon Slayer Gang members on all sides immediately looked at him. Zhuo Zhuo looked over, and the atmosphere between the two sides immediately became tense.
Feng Zhiwei didn’t even look back. He raised his hand and said calmly: "Since we have seen each other as old friends, why bother following others like clouds? Just step back."
Her guards did not dare to disobey, they all sheathed their swords loudly, but did not leave. They nailed the door like nails, standing upright facing the main door, their eyes unblinking.
Seeing this kind of behavior in the eyes of the Dragon Slayer Gang, everyone was shocked. At first, this person looked like a young man from a noble family, but which young man could train such a forbidden guard? More importantly, these guards have an aura of iron-blooded killing in them. At a glance, you can tell that they are not ordinary guards with pustules. They are real people who have killed people and seen the wind and waves. The origin of this person is becoming more and more unclear. .
Feng Zhiwei acted as if nothing had happened and followed the person who led the way in with a smile. The main courtyard of the Dragon Slayer Gang was not as sinister and dark as imagined. On the contrary, it was extremely elegant and well-organized. It looked more like the home of a noble person. The mansion is not like a place where men from all walks of life live. Feng Zhiwei looked in her eyes and nodded slightly. When she raised her eyes, she had already reached the main hall. Standing on the steps was a man in a sapphire robe and a black cloak. He was in his thirties, neatly groomed and with an expression on his face. There was a bit of arrogance in his calmness, and he didn't look like a gang leader, but like a rich man from a good family background.
As soon as Feng Zhiwei saw him, she warmly stretched out her hand and said hello from afar: "Brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Are you in good spirits? I miss you so much, I miss you so much!"
While she was saying to herself that she "missed her so much", she naturally walked up the steps, grabbed the leader of the Dragon Slayer Gang by the hand, and helped him to walk into the hall. The man's expression turned cold. Flicking her fingers at the bottom of her sleeve, a strong gust of wind shot out. Feng Zhiwei clicked her **** at this moment, suppressing the strong gust of wind. With a calm expression on her face, she said with a smile: "Please, please."
The two of them had only one move in their sleeves. The expression of the leader of the Dragon Slayer Gang changed again. He stopped the person below with a look, and his face changed to a smile. He said: "I never thought that brother would suddenly visit me. It would be a mistake." Welcome from afar, please, please." With a wave of his hand, the half-open door of the main hall burst open.
The people in the hall were sitting upright, looking at the two people on the steps with burning eyes, and everyone looked unkind.
Feng Zhiwei was startled. The other party seemed to be holding an important meeting, but he was disturbed by her uninvited appearance. Judging from the fact that the hall was full, they were probably still discussing important issues of the future life and death of the whole gang.
It came at just the right time.
"Everyone has come together." She laughed, strolled over, looked around in the hall, and found an empty seat to sit on. People in the hall looked at her free and easy manner, and they were a little awestruck. Unable to react, the boss of the Dragon Slayer Gang looked at him gloomily for a while, then curled up a sneer on his lips. With a wave of his hand, he ordered someone to bring tea to Feng Zhiwei.
"Don't you dare to ask your name?" He was also very patient and waited for Feng Zhiwei to take a sip of tea slowly before he asked.
Feng Zhiwei raised her eyelids, looked at him with a smile over the steam from the tea cup, and said lightly for a while: "Wei Zhi."
The whole hall was silent, and everyone froze in place without reacting. Countless people opened their mouths, and the hot breath from their mouths instantly created a large white mist in the frozen winter air.
"Clang."
Someone was so shocked that he accidentally broke the teacup in his hand.
Wei Zhi!
The unparalleled national scholar, the first-class marquis, the most legendary minister of Tiansheng who destroyed the Chang family, exterminated the pirates and attacked the country, shocked Xiliang, and became famous all over the world. He even overturned the situation with one hand last night, brazenly killing the Dragon Slayer Gang, overnight In a short period of time, he beat the largest gang in Jianghuai to the point of being almost crippled!
Such a person appears here so suddenly!
He actually dared to go straight into the enemy camp alone!
"Wei Zhi!" The fiery man stood up regardless, "You **** dog officer, give my brother his life!"
"Are you Wei Zhi?" Lao Cheng reacted solemnly and sneered, "Young man, I would like to advise you, if you want to grandstand, you have to look at who you are pretending to be. Don't lose your life unjustly!"
More people remained silent as they drew their weapons and flashed around, instantly surrounding the entire hall.
"Very good, very organized." Feng Zhiwei sat still and looked around with admiration, "It seems that in recent years, you have not completely left behind your old skills. It is very... Style."
She said the last four words so softly that most people didn't hear her. However, the leader of the Dragon Slayer Gang, who had been standing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, frowned.
"I don't care what nonsense you say is true or false. Grandpa will get angry when he hears the word "Wei Zhi" now. You deserve to be hacked to death!" Suddenly there was a loud roar, and a whistling wind blew up on the ground. A figure waved a golden light in the wind. The splendid vajra rushed closer in a blink of an eye, and without saying a word, it hooded Feng Zhiwei.
"I'm talking, why are you interrupting?" Feng Zhiwei raised her hand and smashed the tea cup in her hand. The tea cup flew in a green arc in the air, and then turned into a whirling dance. Above the golden light, a ghost passed through the light curtain and brushed against the veins of the big man's wrist. The big man felt his wrist go numb, and the flying vajra suddenly fell to the ground. If it weren't for an old man next to him with quick eyesight and quick hands, the heavy vajra would have been pulled aside. The pestle could smash the instep of his feet. Even so, the man was stunned for a moment. The tea cup suddenly fell down and he couldn't avoid it. He splashed tea with a splash.