Zong Zewei flatly denied Zhang Mingwei's accusation. He didn't want the other party to get the handle, so he loudly defended: "How is it possible that he secretly took away my two maids. My guard chased after him and beat one to death, but the other was still taken away by him."

"Is that true?" Zhang Mingwei naturally didn't believe his nonsense.

Zong Zewei said confidently: "A gunfight occurred at that time, and the people who came back reported that they had a misunderstanding with the commander."

Zhang Mingwei's tone was very stiff, "Are you sure it was a misunderstanding?"

After hearing what he said, Zong Zewei felt uncomfortable. He was not angry because of the general commander's face. "My guard thought those people were Zhao Hui's helpers, but afterwards, it was not right. He kept saying that he came to the door to apologize to the general commander, and that too many things have been delayed until now."

Zhang Mingwei waved his hand and said irritably: "I don't want to listen to your nonsense."

At this time, a masked man ran from the side and reported to Zhang Mingwei: "Report, no results were found!"

Another person ran over, but the result was the same, "Not found."

Zhang Mingwei was very dissatisfied and remembered that Zong Zewei had just said that there had been a gunfight in the tent area last night, so he asked his subordinates: "Who did you hear the gunshot last night?"

"I heard it!"

"I heard it, too."

Several people in the convoy that was chasing him were left outside the tent area to squat. About an hour after Zhao Hui and his two escaped, there was indeed a burst of gunfire.

Zhang Mingwei's eyes lit up and he pointed behind Zong Zewei maliciously, "Okay! There is only one possibility, they are hiding in your basement."

Zong Zewei had to use his ultimate move at this time. If he could not resist Zhang Mingwei's insistence on searching, everything would be exposed. He stood at the door motionless and calmly warned Zhang Mingwei, "Master General, you know I have a basement, but this is the forbidden area on which I rely for survival. It would be better not to go and see it."

Zhang Mingwei couldn't stand the threat and roared: "The whole Orange Sect is my territory, where can't you see it in the sky or under?"

Zong Zewei had no choice but to continue to label Zhang Mingwei. He said slowly: "Even if the commander of the Red Sect comes, he will not show it to him. This is the principle and it is also the last little dignity of my Zong in the East Ninth District."

As soon as he said that, Zhang Mingwei was so angry that he was almost vomiting blood. He was speechless for a moment and couldn't speak, "You..."

Zong Zewei pretended to think from the perspective of others and said to Zhang Mingwei earnestly: "If it were the commander, your thoughts would be the same as me. Besides, how could I offend the commander for two useless people?"

Zhang Mingwei was helpless and thought that he could not force himself to search. If he could find it, it would be easy to explain later. But if it was true that there were no two people around as Zong Zewei said, then he would be afraid that a passive war would break out.

There was no way out at the scene, so I could only say angrily: "Okay! Today, it's up to the sake of your leader, let's withdraw first!"

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the masked man who looked like a leader behind him yelled at the command, "Go!"

Everyone brought by Zhang Mingwei lined up to retreat outside the tent area, leaving only a few personal soldiers to protect their commander.

Zong Zewei's huge body took a step forward and almost knocked down Zhang Mingwei, "I'll send you out."

Fortunately, Zhang Mingwei reacted quickly. After laughing wildly for a while, he immediately turned into a serious face and asked loudly: "Can I not go out if you don't give it to me?"

Zong Zewei apologized for no reason and said carefully: "That's not what it means, then... I'll walk slowly and I won't send you off."

Zhang Mingwei had already turned around and walked a few meters away, but suddenly turned his face and said to Zong Zewei fiercely: "Wait for me, sooner or later I will catch him."

Zong Zewei didn't say anything, but just watched Zhang Mingwei leave the tent area with the team. After the other party could not hear it at all, he muttered in a low voice: "Wait for me too, sooner or later, I will know that Zong Zewei is the commander of the Orange Sect."

Then he clapped his hands and said to the servants: "Prepare breakfast!"

As footsteps came, Zong Zewei got into the basement and saw Zhao Hui and said, "You can go out!"

Zhao Hui smiled slightly, "Let's stay in there! If Zhang Mingwei kills him and shoots him back, will all our efforts be wasted?"

"Haha! You're still thoughtful. Then I'll ask someone to deliver the breakfast and you'll stay in there first."

"Okay, thank you!" Zhao Hui nodded.

Zhao Hui knew that the guide would come back if he couldn't wait long, and then he would take Chen Nannan, An Liu and the undercover agent away. He could calculate that Zong Zewei would definitely arrange for the undercover agent to be with him, which would be a win-win situation.

After a while, a servant brought the breakfast and Zhao Hui had to rest after eating beautifully. In fact, under such circumstances, he could indeed have a safe and sound sleep.

The last time I slept peacefully on this land, I was on this area. The night when two sisters were guarding each other, I had been doing more than ten days before, so I might get some rest, and no matter how strong my body was, it would be dragged down.

Just as he was sleeping, the undercover agent was called out by Zong Zewei and he didn't come back for a long time.

Zhang Mingwei did not retaliate as Zhao Hui was worried. Since he was protected by the Red Sect commander, he would not anger Zong Zewei again and again.

Zhao Hui ate and slept in the basement, and could also walk around among the workers who made the antidote.

Although Zong Zewei felt that this was not good, he did not stop it too much. He felt that this young man was very different from others and had a conflicting mood of love and hate.

On the morning of the third day, someone ran down to report to Zong Zewei that the guide had returned with a large group of troops.

Zhao Hui suddenly jumped up and rushed out of the basement, almost knocking down a guard standing at the door. After waiting for so long, good news finally came.

Later, when he was sleeping, the eyeliner was so strong that Zong Zewei could not resist it. As expected, under the guidance of the guide, two giants and a team of women covered in bruises came one after another.

Zhao Hui counted carefully and found that there were only thirteen left of the eighteen people starting from the South Third District. It seemed that the team suffered greater losses. Although they selected stronger players at that time, the road they walked was too far. The key was that they had traveled through most of the eastern desert.

Fortunately, Chen Nannan, An Liu, and the women of the doorman are still alive, and even Zhang Mingwei's big leader is still alive.

"Zhao Hui!"

Chen Nannan had exhausted all her energy. If someone hadn't been holding her all the way, and An Liu kept taking care of her, she would have died in the desert long ago. The moment she saw Zhao Hui, she didn't know where the power came from, so she ran over and threw herself into his arms.

"Nan Nan! I'm finally back!"

The two hugged each other, which was a long-lost emotional catharsis. Chen Nannan didn't care about the other people present and kept crying. Zhao Hui kept patting her back and gently comforted her: "It's good to come back, it's okay!"
Chapter completed!