The Road to Slaying God

Power ... power ... what is power? Undoubtedly, power is influence, power is superior, power is money, Maimaiti said that he has power, indeed, Maimaiti is a powerful person, his decision is related to the future of many people, his Relations are all over China. He is a symbol of power. Although it is only the power of the underworld, it is also a manifestation of power.

strength!

Strength is the best manifestation of strength. Strength includes group strength as well as individual strength. Maimaiti said that he has no strength. Obviously, he refers to martial arts, and perhaps other meanings, but Zhang Yang ’s understanding is that A man who dares to say that he has the strength, if there is no strong force, can not talk about the word "strength".

Many times, power and strength are intertwined, it is difficult to distinguish clearly, power, it is easy to obtain strength, power, and power. Zhang Yang believes that the strength mentioned by Maimaiti refers to personal force.

Does Maimaiti suggest that while strengthening his own personal strength, he must also establish a force sufficient to compete with him?

Is it time to build up your own power?

Where to start?

Suddenly, Zhang Yang even regretted it. If it is power, the power of the sword brother is undoubtedly the most direct choice. The sword brother may not have much power or background, but there are people who do not know how to do it. People.

In the underworld, the establishment of power is nothing more than a large number of people. If there are people, then find a few suitable financial paths, and it is easy to develop them.

Of course, the financial path is more important than people. Some people have no financial path and they are stunned. This is complementary. With the financial path, no one can hide it. Just like the brother of the sword, the whole zhis has thousands of people who listen to his call However, he could not support so many people.

A really good-looking **** is supported by more than one boss. Most of the boss's occupations are related to building materials, entertainment, real estate, casinos, usury, and pawnshops. Such bosses have a certain degree on the local red road. Influence, they generally cultivate their underworld power, but this kind of person is very smart, he will affect the development of underworld, but will not get involved in underworld affairs, there is a big problem at one end, and it will definitely not affect them. .

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help sighing. If he didn't take into account the surname of the sword brother, he had mastered the underworld of Zhi city, with the Mao family and Liu Lao as the backing, he would get a qualitative leap ...

Brother Dao ’s surname is too upright. If he does n’t want to, no one can conquer him. The only way is to let Brother Dao die. This is a result that Zhang Yang does not want to see.

Undoubtedly, Brother Dao has a strong personal charm. No matter who approaches him and knows him, he will be convinced by the spirit of Jianghu in his Gulong martial arts novels.

In fact, Zhang Yang always has a bit of unwillingness. If he doesn't get close to Daoge at the beginning, if he doesn't try to understand Daoge at first, everything will change.

"Uhhhhhhhh ..." When Zhang Yang voluntarily and never approached his enemies, the phone on the bedside table rang.

"Who?"

"Brother Zhang, I'm Manager Fang. Hurry, your goal for me to see is ready to go out ... I'm finishing the salute, I've notified the hotel to check out ... I'll wait for you in the lobby ..." Hang up the phone.

Is it the wrong person?

Zhang Yang felt a bit inexplicable, apparently, Manager Fang had misunderstood him as someone.

Immediately, Zhang Yang thought of President He Changming. Did President He have any secrets with Manager Fang before he died?

It must be! Just a little thought, Zhang Yang was certain that President He would have always stayed in the hotel before his death. After President He died, no one took over his job. So after he came, Manager Fang mistakenly assumed that he was in the headmaster's class.

Zhang Yang stood up and changed a set of casual clothes. He thought it necessary to clarify things.

"Well ..."

When the door was opened, the little silver fox that was playing in the tub suddenly bounced out, drawing a silver line in the air. Zhang Yang hadn't figured it out yet, the wet body of the small silver fox had hit him ...

"Little ancestor, you need to wipe with a towel after bathing ..." Zhang Yang's chest was wet, and he took the little silver fox off his shoulders and rushed to the bathroom with the towel. This kind of mild abuse by Zhang Yang, the excited four calves desperately glared in the air, making a "creak" cry.

Zhang Yang was going to put the little silver fox on the bed to sleep. When he thought about it, he put it in his pocket. This little guy was very smart. He just rushed out just after opening the door. He would definitely not want to sleep honestly possible.

From downstairs, I saw Manager Fang standing in the lobby anxiously looking at his watch.

"Look, he's out." Zhang Yang walked over and just waited to speak. When manager Fang saw him, he quickly dragged him to the sofa and sat down, pretending to talk, but stared at the elevator door.

"I'm not……"

Zhang Yang's words had not yet been said, and his eyes instinctively looked at the elevator. He suddenly felt a creepy feeling. He didn't understand why there was such a feeling. From the elevator came a white man from a western country. He has a nationality, a beard with a face, and a body size of about 1.8 meters, which is very strong and gives a sense of oppression.

However, what makes Zhang Yang creepy is not that strong body, but an intuition. This white man gives a feeling of extreme danger, like a cheetah, ready to strike at any time.

"Squeak ..." The little silver fox seemed to feel the danger too, his head came out of his pocket, his sharp mouth revealed two sharp teeth, and his feet lying on his pocket also revealed silver-hook-like claws. ...

Zhang Yang touched the little silver fox lightly. This is something that has never happened before. From the little silver fox out of the cave, the claws have not been exposed from the thick soles of his feet.

"I'm leaving first. After President He had an accident, there were no people arranged on it. I personally stared at him. It has caused his doubts ..."

Manager Fang gave a surprised glance at the little silver fox, bowed his head, said something, then stood up and went to the elevator. Obviously, he didn't want to participate in these things. At this time, the white bearded man seemed to have completed the check-out formalities at the front desk, and walked out of the gate with a code box. When passing Zhang Yang in front, his sharp eyes swept over the little silver fox, his face There was a hint of surprise on it, and then calmness was restored, and she strode out ...

It was almost an instinct. Zhang Yang followed, and it was an inexplicable feeling. It seemed that there was a mysterious power in the bottom of his mind to control his decision.

The white man carried the code box and stunned at the entrance of the hotel. He did not take a taxi and walked slowly along the street with the code box.

At this time, it was still early morning. It should be said that it was the darkness before dawn, the sky was dark, and the dew lights seemed to be dim a lot. Zhang Yang and the white man kept a distance of fifty meters to follow.

Zhang Yang didn't know why he was following this person, but he felt that the lockbox had a strong appeal to himself.

Is someone in the memory thinking related to this white man? Who is it principal?

I do n’t have time to think about it, because the white man in front seemed to feel that someone was following him, and his pace was obviously accelerated. Zhang Yang did n’t dare to slow down, and he could only keep up with a small trot. Now ...

The white man never looked back at him.

Zhang Yang feels inexplicable pressure, why? Why did he know someone was following and not looking back?

This is a blatant chase game!

Amazing!

Zhang Yang's heart suddenly jumped, and her pupils suddenly shrank. He found that he had lost his way in the Yanjing City. He had entered a small alley, dimly lit lights, a narrow road, and no pedestrians. ...

Hit the trap!

Zhang Yang's body suddenly became stiff and stopped, because he felt that someone was following him, Zhang Yang was standing under the shadow of a telephone pole, waiting for the people behind him to appear.

"Come out!" The white man also seemed to feel that Zhang Yang's footsteps stopped, turned to speak, and actually spoke fluent Chinese.

Zhang Yang didn't move. He felt a strong breath of danger. This danger even surpassed the steel armored beasts encountered in the cave. Zhang Yang himself did not understand why he compared this danger with the danger of steel armored beasts. Obviously, the opponent is a human, not a beast.

The alley was horribly silent, and the white man seemed very patient, waiting quietly.

As time passed by, the depression in the air became heavier, as if it would burn, and his open nerves were tense. He did not dare to move because there was a man behind him ...

(To be continued)