"The fifth brother is out..."

"Fifth brother, who knocked you out?"

"Who robbed the salary?"

Zhang Yonghe was shocked suddenly, revealing an incredible expression.

The salary was robbed?

No wonder such a big battle.

"Bring it here!" Situ Meitang shouted.

If you want to continue yelling, you must reveal your feelings.

"Master of the Mountain!" Zhang Yonghe trembled and screamed.

My head was covered in sweat and my legs were trembling slightly. It was obvious that the medicine had not yet passed.

Fang Buwei moved a chair and asked Zhang Yonghe to sit down.

In the blink of an eye, the main table was surrounded and could not be filled with water.

Everyone wants to know who made Zhang Yonghe faint and robbed more than 200,000 yuan of salary.

"It's gone!" Situ Meitang waved.

Everyone retreated a little, but they still surrounded a large circle.

Zhang Yonghe was about to open his mouth, but Fang Buwei suddenly winked.

"What do you think?" Fang Buwei asked.

"It's okay!" Zhang Yonghe replied, "It's just that his legs are weak and he can't use his strength!"

"Oh!" Fang Buwei responded and put it in Zhang Yonghe's ear and said, "The salary has not been lost, the red book is lost... The spy is in the hall, don't make any noise!"

Zhang Yonghe's eyes widened immediately.

"Why did you faint?" Fang Buwei asked again.

Zhang Yonghe swept the guests around and whispered, "When I came down, I met Lao Qi. He reminded me that the person who was stunned was in the hall... At that time, I wrote this..."

Zhang Yonghe took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fang Buwei.

The paper was folded in half, so Fang Buwei didn't open it, but turned around and handed it to Situ Meitang.

The old man read it quickly.

The guests around the outside wanted to know what was written on it, and their necks were stretched out like long and strong deer.

Fang Buwei glanced at him and saw Chen Yuting standing in the front row, with He Shili beside him.

Her female bodyguard was missing, probably behind.

Wu Chengjian wanted to take a sneak peek, but was glared back by Huang Sande.

After Situ Meitang finished reading it, she handed it to Fang Buwei again.

There are not many words on it, mainly about Zhang Yonghe's attack and the other party's characteristics.

Fang Buwei was wrong, and Zhang Yong did not even see whether the other party was a man or a woman.

While he was on the verge of unconsciousness and struggle, he only saw him wearing men's leather shoes and black trousers.

He should be shorter than him, not strong, but he is extremely skilled.

As soon as Zhang Yonghe resisted, he pinched his numb tendons, causing him to lose his resistance on the spot.

Men's leather shoes are not necessarily men.

After reading it, Fang Buwei returned the paper to Situ Meitang, and then said a few words in his ear.

"Okay, let's do it like this!" the old man nodded.

Fang Buwei asked Chen Fengshi to move away two tables, opened an aisle at noon, and then asked all the guests to walk next to Zhang Yonghe.

Those present suddenly became interested.

Is Lao Wu going to identify the murderer?

Fang Buwei took the man from the main table and retreated seven or eight meters away.

He was afraid that he would get too close, so he would take advantage of the other party.

"What are you going to do?" Huang Sande came over and asked, "Didn't Lao Wu see nothing?"

He was standing beside Situ at that time, and he could see clearly what was written on the paper.

"I'll talk about it again and again!" Fang Buwei replied in a low voice, "Maybe I can make some tricks."

Huang Sande's eyes burst and he looked at Fang Buwei with a steady look.

This kid is crazy enough!

Look at your hands first, then your shoes, and finally your face...

Zhang Yonghe firmly remembered Fang Buwei's words.

In fact, he didn't remember anything, so he remembered that the leather shoes were black and the pants were black.

However, more than 90% of the male guests present dressed like this.

But Fang Buwei said anything, he would do whatever he wanted.

What a pity!

Fang Buwei sighed secretly.

Mr. Situ was not wrong. He was too comfortable over the years and all the disciples of the Hongmen had lost all their previous abilities.

When the attack was attacked, the other party tied his neck first. Zhang Yonghe didn't even observe whether the other party had big hands and small hands, and whether the arms were thick or thin. It can be imagined how panicked he was at that time?

Zhang Yonghe was sandwiched between four disciples. Only those who stood directly opposite him could see the expression on his face without fear of being noticed in advance.

Fang Buwei stared at everyone walking past Zhang Yonghe's right.

"You can see this far?" Situ Meitang asked in surprise.

"It was practiced when shooting a target..." Fang Buwei fooled him casually.

It took only ten minutes for about two hundred people to go.

After leaving, everyone looked at Zhang Yonghe with a steady attitude.

"Old Wu, do you recognize me?"

"That bastard is it?"

"You should say it quickly... don't you dare to say it?"

Where can Zhang Yonghe recognize who he is?

He didn't say a word, and was helped by his disciple to retreat to Situ Meitang's table.

As soon as he looked at his expression, the leaders knew that Zhang Yonghe did not recognize him.

"Didn't cheat it?" Huang Sande said disappointed.

Situ Meitang looked at Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei didn't say anything, but just rolled his eyes.

The old man's eyelids twitched and he asked sternly, "Who is it?"

Fraud?

The other people looked at Fang Buwei blankly.

"Can't call the name..." Fang Buwei replied, and waved again, "Brother, come..."

Fang Buwei was interrupted by Situ Meitang as soon as he raised his hand.

"You go too!"

More than 200 people gathered together. How long does Chen Fengshi need to recognize him based on his appearance characteristics alone?

Fang Buwei blinked.

I'm going, what do you do?

Fang Buwei stood still as if he was frozen.

"Go to go!" Fang Buwei said, "but beware of the other party's in a hurry..."

It means that the other party may suddenly get hurt.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Huang Sande smacked his tongue a few times and looked at Fang Buwei with interest. "You guy seems humble, but in fact he is proud of him. You really think that the Hongmen are the only ones who can fight?"

"Jian Cheng, come here!" Huang Sande roared.

Wu Jiancheng, who had a tiger back and a bear waist, squeezed out of the crowd and hugged his fists, "Master of the Mountain?"

"Can you protect us old guys?" Huang Sande asked.

Wu Jiancheng didn't say anything, but just glanced at him.

"Master, you don't know the methods of spies, which are so different from ordinary killers..."

"Stop talking nonsense, go!" Situ Meitang waved his hand, "In your words, there are at most three or five thieves. Even if they have guns, can they still fight hundreds of disciples of our Hongmen?"

Huang Sande also stared at Fang Buwei.

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth.

These two old men simply regarded their lives as a joke.

If someone uses a gun, at least he will have the action of a gun. What he is afraid of is to use some secret means.

If you want to continue fighting, you will offend someone to death...
Chapter completed!