"Master Xiao Yu said, these old men and women have been indoctrinated to the point of bliss, their brains have been washed to the point where there are not even a few drops of brain matter left. They will definitely not be able to listen to what others say. At the critical moment, they will definitely stand firmly with the criminals.

On the one hand, they might even serve as a shield for them. It is definitely unrealistic to 'rescue' them. We can only let these cult members abandon them on their own." The disciple of the Beggar Clan said cheerfully, "Hahaha, old gang leader, Mr. Xiao Yu.

This guy is really a ghost!"

Lao Yang supported his waist and showed a little smile on his face, but before his smile could spread, he heard a scream from beside him: "What is that!"

Lao Yang turned his head and suddenly changed his expression: "Get away!"

His words were drowned out by a loud bang, and he saw a scorching bright light coming from the first floor of the small building behind him. Glass shattered everywhere, and the sound of the explosion made the human brain tremble along with the ground. Immediately afterwards, a thick

Fireworks rise.

There is no natural gas in this shabby farmhouse. The kitchen uses old gas tanks. Someone blew up those gas tanks!

The weather in the north is dry in winter, which is the season when fires occur frequently. The cold and dry night wind blows through the hall, and the flames instantly rise to a height of several meters.

The wind blew, and everyone near the small building smelled the smell of kerosene.

The person who set the fire not only blew up the gas, but also poured fuel on the first floor. All the people upstairs were old men and women who didn't have time to run out!

The Beggar Clan disciple who was still giggling just now had a smile on his face.

Suddenly, a figure passed by him and ran straight towards the fire.

"Dongsheng!" Old Yang blurted out the man's name. Han Dongsheng turned a deaf ear. Old Yang slapped the dumbfounded Beggar Clan disciple next to him, "Fight the fire, save people!"

The old people who woke up upstairs seemed to be in a steamer and crowded in the windows. The messy cries and calls for help made people upset. Thick smoke billowed into the sky. This place was so remote that the fire brigade didn’t know how long it would take to save them.

Come here. The policemen who had so much time to set up an ambush no longer care about the cult suspects and all come to put out the fire.

The air was hot and cold at the same time, and the strong convection swept away ash and sand. Lao Yang directed the old red hats in the courtyard to run outside. He was a little out of breath for a while, holding his crutches and pressing his heart.

At this time, someone not far away laughed softly: "Who did I think it was? It turns out to be Gang Leader Yang. Look at you, you are already so old, you are already serving your age, and you are still acting like a teenager."

Lao Yang slowly straightened up, and the firelight illuminated half of his face.

I saw a tall man in a black robe walking out calmly, carrying Xu Shaowen who had just been stabbed into a prawn by Old Yang - this man was teaching Mr. Zhou and the others.

"tutor".

When the cult members heard the siren and ran away in a hurry, he actually stayed in the small building calmly, pouring oil and setting fire in an orderly manner.

Uncle Yang tightened his grip on the crutch in his hand: "You are..."

"You may not know me, but I am the first disciple of the master," Heipao smiled and let go of Xu Shaowen, "This incompetent boy is my disciple. It is almost the Chinese New Year, so I came out to help the juniors hold up the scene and keep things cool.

Achievements, I didn’t expect to be lucky enough to see the Dog Beating Stick Technique, I’m truly lucky.”

Uncle Yang: "You are Xu Zhao's apprentice!"

"You've embarrassed the old man again." The man in black robe said, spreading his hands, holding a three-pointed thorn in each hand, "Gang Leader Yang, give me a chance and let me find a place."

Xu Shaowen held his stomach and stepped aside, with a cold smile on his face.

The black robe's voice trailed off, and like a shadow, it was already in front of Uncle Yang. Old Yang could only pick up his crutches and walk towards him. However, the black robe was not one of those parallel importers who ran away when they heard the siren. Just now, Old Yang felt that his waist was a little tight.

It was uncomfortable. The hardwood crutch was not a dog-beating stick, and it was very heavy. I barely managed to take a few moves, but I couldn't keep up with the strength for a while. The three-edged thorns grazed the smooth edge of the crutch like lightning and pointed directly at his throat.

Lao Yang smelled the iron smell.

His heart skipped a beat and he thought, I'm getting old.

However, the moment the cold three-edged thorn almost touched his throat, the black robe suddenly jumped up and he hid several steps in embarrassment.

At the same time, a hand held Lao Yang's back as he fell backward.
Chapter completed!