Zhao Hui walked over and looked at everyone's worry, he suddenly wanted to bring Chief Ren out to tell the story.

"Why? Don't you know that Leader Ren is showing his power on the edge of the Binku area today? We can be his subordinates."

Fei Mingyang shook his head slightly, did not dare to look at Mr. Zhao, and sighed in a low voice: "Oh! Boss, it's not that we don't have confidence, but that we haven't seen the leader Ren send a reinforcement from beginning to end. Will it be..."

"Okay, don't guess the big leader's arrangements." Zhao Hui waved his hand and interrupted Fei Mingyang's complaint.

For him, the current situation is exactly what he is happy to see. If the leader Ren sends people to support him, there will inevitably be conflicts in interests. Zhao Hui does not want anyone to share power with him.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of the sickle coming?" Zhao Hui sat down and gently tapped the table.

"I heard that I would sign a peace agreement with us." Fei Mingyang quickly reported.

"It's ridiculous! In my opinion, they must not mean that." Zhao Hui smiled faintly, and in fact, different answers could be seen from Fei Mingyang's nervous expression.

"Boss, I think there is nothing wrong with living peacefully." A little leader couldn't help but express his thoughts.

"Stop talking!" Fei Mingyang's body trembled and glared at the little leader fiercely. In his eyes, Zhao Hui was undoubtedly a radical pro-war faction, how could he agree to the so-called peace agreement?

Zhao Hui patted his head and used the trick of killing the chicken to warn the monkey several times. The effect was obvious, "The peace in front of him is not real peace, isn't it?"

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the tent. His idea was very simple. He continued to attack with the reputation of leader Ren and took over the Binhuo District as soon as possible to complete his mission.

In the open space outside the tent, the guy called the sickle wiped the scimitar that he became famous with a little depressed. Although he did not rely on any force, he also created his own "neutral" team and had a place in the Binhuo District.

It is precisely because he does not belong to any faction that when Zhao Hui suddenly rose, he received many invitations from faction leaders in just one week. Unable to resist repeated lobbying, Scythe could not help but choose this new identity.

"I hope that kid knows something, otherwise..."

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. The terrifying strength shown by Leader Ren made everyone afraid. The plan to discuss the expelling Zhao Hui was temporarily turned into a signing of a peace agreement, so in his opinion, this could not be easier.

Hum! The team waiting for the battle separated left and right.

The sickle looked up and saw a young man in his twenties walking out surrounded by minions. This was his first time facing Zhao Hui, who was so impressed. He didn't expect that he would be so young.

"You are the sickle?" Zhao Hui stopped and his eyes fell along the scimitar in front of him on its owner.

"That's right! It's me, you should be Boss Zhao, right? I didn't expect that you would be so young and achieve such success is amazing." Yan Dao stood up and carried the scimitar on his shoulder. Although he was polite, he looked careless.

"Hmph!" Zhao Hui's face turned cold, and his original good mood disappeared in an instant. "Now I'll give you two choices, surrender or perish."

The sound was very cold, so cold that everyone around felt a chill.

"Boy, have you recognized the general situation in the SAR?"

“I don’t like talking repeatedly.”

When Jade heard this, his face changed. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hui was so strong. He suppressed his anger and asked, "What do you want?"

Zhao Hui stretched out his hand and raised three fingers, "Count to three and make a choice as soon as possible."

"one!"

"Boy, you..."

"Two!" Zhao Hui counted quietly, looking completely indifferent.

"Don't be too arrogant..." Scythe could no longer help but feel some cold sweat from the forehead, and from the young man in front of him felt a sense of oppression that only faced the strong.

Zhao Hui narrowed his eyes, and two cold lights shot out from it, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened, "Three!"

The powerful force climbed the ground beneath his feet, pushing his body into the crowd like a cannonball, pointing directly to the front of the sickle's chest.

"Golden Bell Cover!" The sickle shouted softly and retreated backwards. The opponent's speed was too fast, so he didn't have time to block it with a scimitar.

Zhao Hui heard the words "Golden Bell Cover" and couldn't help laughing in his heart, "It turns out that he is a human. It seems that the coalition forces have already laid a lot of eyeliners in the Storm Clan, otherwise how could this Golden Bell Cover Kung Fu come from?"

After the muffled sound like a drumbeat, the sickle kept standing and slid backwards, and wherever he passed, people were raising their horses and screaming.

"It turns out that it's not an ordinary person, Mingbo is good." Zhao Hui raised his eyebrows lightly, and the huge force hit his body like an iron block, and his fist was not much better.

Scythe looked at Zhao Hui's bloody fist, then looked at his calm face, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Good boy! You can't do anything to me, why don't you agree to everyone's proposal? How about the Binhe District be in peace?"

Zhao Hui slowly stretched out his fingers, making a crackling sound, and his eyes were coldly looking at the sickle guarded by the minions in the distance. The corners of his mouth were gently raised and he sneered: "You have taken such a large group of people to show off your power and show off your power, and let me get along with you safely? Do you think you really can't do anything to you?"

As he spoke, his whole body began to shift, and his muscles tightly compressed. The fist was still the same fist, but the color gradually changed from white to red, from red to blue until it finally turned purple.

It was Ziguang Fist, or Zigang Fist. It was learned secretly from Qiu Zhongshi, thanks to Situ Yao.

The sickle's face became solemn. The scimitar carried on his shoulder had changed position and was standing in front of him. He shouted to the left and right, "You guys disperse."

Zhao Hui's legs burst out with powerful force again and disappeared from his original position in a blink of an eye.

The sickle used a golden bell cover while lying across the weapon in front of the body, which would be considered an additional layer of insurance.

As the two collided, the thick scimitar was broken into pieces by Ziguang's boxing. However, Ziguang's boxing had not stopped and was deeply imprinted into his chest in the sickle's extremely shocked gaze.

A circle of shock waves spread out quickly after a muffled sound. The sickle heard the sound of his sternum collapse in a trance, with a look of confusion, as if a shell was fired from afar.

Blood squirted out, and I don't know how many tents he knocked over and finally fell down in a pile of broken ruins. But he still widened his eyes in disbelief, and the golden bell cover was actually broken by the young man from the Storm Clan.

His spirit was still in a trance, not only was he physically weak, but his entire beliefs were broken.

The scene suddenly became boiling, and the minions here were cheering, while the sickle brought the people panic.

Zhao Hui glanced at his opponent who was unconscious in the ruins in the distance and shook his head gently. He knew that the sickle was not dead, and as a scent breaker, he could easily tell whether the other party was dead or alive from the taste.

My arms gradually recovered as before, and a satisfied smile could not help but appear on the corner of my mouth. I am very glad that I learned a lot from Yinyue.
Chapter completed!