Fang Buwei sighed and pulled Chen Fengshi over.

"Pick some disciples who have completely believed in it, arrange the walls of héngrén, and protect several old men in the middle... Listen clearly, you must have believed in it..."

A disciple who is absolutely trustworthy?

Situ Meitang's heart was shocked and he looked at Huang Sande.

Who was confused by Zhang Yonghe was a disciple of Anliangtang?

Fang Buwei has been in Anliang Hall for more than a month. It is impossible that he can't even call the name of the disciple of the General Council, right?

Situ Meitang gave himself peace of mind.

He really didn't suspect that he was wrong. Fang Buwei couldn't call him, he only knew that he was Gao Zhensheng's subordinate.

"People, please make some more convenience!"

Fang Buwei forced a smile and hugged his fists.

He was really a little angry.

Situ Meitang and Huang Sande are too arrogant.

The two old men lived in the sea for a long time and thought they had experienced countless strong winds and waves, and their thoughts were still a few decades ago. How could a mere assassin be a rival of hundreds of strong people?

I underestimate the word "spy".

Now he just wants to get this traitor out as soon as possible and then send Situ Meitang back to the main hall safely.

As for whom the spy is assigned, it is not too late to investigate next.

Everyone guessed that Fang Buwei should have been ordered by Situ Longtou to catch the real murderer, so he automatically made way for him.

Fang Buwei walked out of the crowd and leaned against a table.

The spy stood near the window and saw Fang Buwei, subconsciously lowered his eyelids.

I don’t know how to hide my emotions at all. I am definitely not a spy, and I am probably bribed.

Fang Buwei reached out and pointed, "Come here!"

Everyone's eyes followed Fang Buwei's fingers.

All the soldiers standing there were Anliangtang's military disciples, and Gao Zhensheng's subordinates still did not make arrangements to let them guard all the exits.

Fang Buwei refers to one of them.

He didn't expect that he wouldn't cheat the spy out, but he cheated out a traitor first?

When all the guests lined up to walk past Zhang Yonghe, the disciple kept the window without guarding it, but leaned over sneakily and looked at it for almost a minute before leaving.

Then he got into the crowd again and returned to the window after a minute or two.

He didn't know what he said to his disciples outside, but after a while, someone came in with a pack of things.

With curtains blocking it, Fang Buwei couldn't see clearly what it was.

The traitor squatted down and tinkered for a few seconds. He took advantage of the fact that he was not paying attention and seemed to throw something under the table.

Fang Buwei was afraid of being a weapon like grenade, and even more afraid of his accomplices in the hall, so he didn't dare to make a statement.

"Is it a disciple of the General Hall?" Someone exclaimed.

Situ Meitang's chest was blindfolded and his eyes bulged out.

Is it really done by the disciples in the hall?

Where did you put your old face later?

Chen Fengshi saw something wrong and quickly patted Situ Meitang on the back to relieve him.

"What's so strange about having one or two scums in the hall?" Huang Sande comforted.

"Come here!" Situ Meitang shouted.

"Pu!" With a sound, before Fang Buwei set off, the disciple knelt down and shouted loudly, "Master, I'm sorry for you..."

It's going to be bad!

Fang Buwei kicked under his feet and rushed over like a flying eagle.

The spy's tight teeth were clenched, his eyes raked, his facial features twisted into a ball, and his whole body was trembling.

Take poison?

Fang Buwei took action like lightning, and his hands were like pliers, pinching the spy's mouth.

A bitter almond smell came to my face.

Cyanide?

The gods are beyond help even when they come.

After trembling for less than half a minute, the traitor tilted his head and directly died.

Dead?

The onlookers were stunned.

"This bastard knows that he can't survive, but he gives himself some fun..."

“Where is the check?”

"Yes, search..."

...

"The 'chess piece' is exposed!"

"How did he find out?"

Among the crowd, a man and a woman were heading to each other, staring at Fang Buwei tightly.

"I didn't understand!" the man replied.

"Will we find us?"

"Very likely!"

The man looked at the wide-mouthed cloth shoes on his feet.

After a long time, the man said, "This person is so amazing!"

"Where did it come out? The information says that he has a high martial arts skills, but the more I look at him, the more I look like a fellow traveler..." the woman replied.

"It's probably someone from the FBI!" the man asked.

There is no CIA yet, and all intelligence work in the United States is under the responsibility of the FBI.

"I heard that I came from China, I just entered Hongmen shortly..."

"You believe this?" the man sneered, "Can China develop such professional talents?"

"I also feel it's impossible!" replied the woman, "In Chinese words, it's like 'as helpful'..."

The man stopped talking, his eyes staring at Fang Buwei like a cold arrow.

In front of this person, all the means used to confuse do not work. He seems to be able to see through the fog at a glance.

Until now, the man hasn't figured out how this person saw through their purpose in the red book, and he still knows that he has taken photos?

Also, how did he know that there was a problem with the "chess piece"?

Fang Buwei stood up suddenly and lifted the curtains.

The disciple who had handed something to the traitor stood outside the window and saw someone pulling the curtain open. He subconsciously took a look inside and glanced at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly widened his eyes.

There was a sound of footsteps next to him, and Gao Zhensheng also ran over.

"Lao Jiu, what's going on?" Gao Zhensheng looked at the corpse and asked in surprise.

"What did you hand him just now?" Fang Buwei asked sternly.

He asked the disciple outside the window, but his eyes were staring at Gao Zhensheng.

"Shoes... are shoes..." the disciple outside the window said stutteringly.

shoe?

Fang Buwei took two steps back and lifted the tablecloth.

There is indeed a bag under the table, with the opening open and there are only a pair of shoes inside?

Not a weapon, only a pair of leather shoes...

"Leather shoes were discovered..." When the man heard the disciples outside the window shouting "shoes", the man's face changed suddenly.

"What should I do!" the woman asked in a low voice.

The man looked at the wide-mouthed cloth shoes on his feet and gritted his teeth and said, "I can't hide it anymore!"

There were many people wearing cloth shoes among the guests, but they were all soft-soled shoes.

Like a lower-level disciple of the Hongmen, he was the only one among the guests wearing hard-soled cloth shoes.

And he was wearing a suit on his upper body.

"Be loyal to the Emperor!" A trace of determination flashed in the woman's eyes.

The man nodded heavily.

The two of them squeezed away the spectator behind them and rushed to Situ Meitang.

There was a scream outside the window. Fang Buwei looked up and Gao Zhensheng cut the disciple's arm and pressed his face against the window.

“Is there a problem with this one?”

Gao Zhensheng's voice was filled with a hint of coldness.

My subordinates actually had a traitor?
Chapter completed!