On the small island in the heart of the Bistula River, Zhang Dadao gave him a name that matches the river. The name was unanimously affirmed by Zhang Dadao and his gang, and they all felt it was very down-to-earth and appropriate. As for the opinions of others, Martin, his younger brother and comrades were all foreigners, and their opinions had no reference value!

It was almost noon the next day. The sun of Ah San is even hotter than the sun in Goryeo. After all, there is nothing big about the sun people who go up. The sun is not good. Just look at the skin color of the working people, you will know that the sun is much more powerful than that in China. I guess when the man or the Sun Son comes here, his combat power can be increased by about ten percentage points.

This Bottle Island is a deserted island, and the island is not large, only more than 300 square meters. If the elephant god had a cold and had a larger amount of snot, he would probably be invisible. Of course, this is also the main reason why Zhang Dadao thought that the name he had chosen was appropriate.

At this time, three figures separated from the island. A small boat was parked in the distance. A little distance from the three people, there was an old man in white robe sitting. It was the middleman "Gandhi" this time. The three people standing were Wei Minghui and his assistant who arrived in one move, and Zhang Dadao who came one step earlier.

Wei Minghui sighed, looked around, frowned and said, "Master, where are the others? Are they ambushing in the distance? If they are far away, don't be too late, they may bring a gun!" Wei Minghui seemed quite worried, and involuntarily reached out and touched his waist before calming down.

People like Wei Minghui are also working hard by the bottom. It would be strange if he doesn’t bring weapons in such an occasion! Zhang Dadao glanced at him with a slight slightest glance, then nodded and said happily: "Don’t worry, they are by our side! Isn’t my Five Elements Divine Escape Talisman that is worthy of being a false reputation!"

Zhang Dadao was twitching, and suddenly his eyes shook suddenly, as if a very bright spot flashed in the distance! Zhang Dadao immediately became alert and stopped bragging with Wei Minghui, and said seriously: "Attention, the person is here!"

Wei Minghui and the assistant quickly took out a tissue to wipe off a wave of sweat. They reacted purely by subconsciously. The negotiations focused on momentum, but they were sweating profusely. After finishing the two, they immediately recovered their decent virtues.

Compared with them, Zhang Dadao was much more natural. His sleeves were tied up and his mouth was scattered. Facing the wind, he showed his chest that was particularly fair because of the rare sunlight. But let alone, although Zhang Dadao didn't exercise much and his figure was pretty good, he could vaguely see the outline of his muscles. At this moment, he was fucking a big palm fan stolen from A San's village! If his beard was white, he would really have a bit of a fairy-like sensation.

Here we should be serious and put what we should be installed. In a few minutes, a small boat in the distance was spraying smoke and came over. It was obvious that there were only three people on the boat. Zhang Dadao sighed and said disdainfully: "Damn! It's diesel again!"

I don’t know why, but Zhang Dadao cared too much about the motive.

The three A Sans who came to negotiate went downstream. Even if they broke the ship and broke the motivation, the degree was quite fast. They landed in a short while. The three people jumped off the ship and walked over. These three A Sans were whiter than most of the A Sans that Zhang Dadao had seen before, and hesitated and didn't know much about A San. The only way for Zhang Dadao to judge their caste was to look at the skin. The black one was the working people's proletariat! The white one was the local tyrants and evil gentry who were beaten to death without any wickedness.

Three guys who came to negotiate walked in. Zhang Dadao quickly said to the little assistant responsible for translator beside him: "People listen to me later and translate as I say!"

After saying this, without waiting for the assistant to react, Zhang Dadao squinted his eyes and observed the other person! Walking in the middle was an old man dressed similarly to "Gandhi". He was quite old and his head turned white. He looked quite fat and had a lot of accessories on his body. The other two were young people, with two short axes on his waist, and they all looked fierce.

The actor who was lurking behind a small landblock on the shore in the distance put down his telescope and whispered with a vigilant look: "Kala Lipayat? Damn it, it's still a metal device in the third stage!" The actor smiled bitterly and said to the mercenaries around him: "The other party has a master, so be careful later!"

Zhang Dadao didn't know this, and he felt a little at ease just watching the other party without a gun. How terrifying is the gun! The axe is far from that. Even if he can fly axe, his reaction ability is much better than Wei Minghui and his assistant! There is a joke that if you meet a bear in the wild, you don't have to run faster than the bear, as long as you are stronger than the bald man.

Compared to Wei Minghui and Assistant, two bald heads, Zhang Dadao is still very confident about his own qualities. The other party only has four axes, and his hit rate is 50%, so Zhang Dadao can definitely escape safely. Thinking of this, he became even more calm, and taking a step forward attracted everyone's attention.

The three Sans on the opposite side immediately stopped and looked at Zhang Dadao vigilantly. The monk in front of him felt a little strange now. Zhang Dadao shouldn't have stood up at this age? Shouldn't it be Wei Minghui who made the decision? He also thought that Zhang Dadao might be Wei Minghui's son, so he came to exercise with him.

At this moment, Zhang Dadao said, "You shouldn't have come!"

Later, he was stunned when he became the little assistant who was translator. This line was too familiar, and Chinese people knew it! He was not sure whether the Sans on the opposite side would watch martial arts, so he could only grit his teeth and translate.

After turning over, the Sans on the opposite side were stunned at the time, looking surprised! The old monk was a little unhappy at the time and replied a few words. The little assistant indeed showed an ache on his face. When he looked at Wei Minghui, he saw that the boss had no special expression, he then said to Zhang Dadao with a confused expression: "That master, he said are you sick? We asked them to come!" He was also afraid that Zhang Dadao would be angry, so he quickly added: "I guess they have never seen Gu Long."

Zhang Dadao was so energetic! He didn't listen to the point at all, but remembered that the other party said he was sick and had no pause at all. A finger went out from the middle and lower part and asked back, "You have medicine!"

The little assistant was completely in a bad state. The master hadn't taken medicine! He was about to ask Wei Minghui whether to follow him, but Zhang Dadao was acting a fool again. He took out a bottle and shook it and poured out two pills and said, "You don't have me! We go out when we are sick and bring our own medicine. This is a good patient with social morality!"

Wei Minghui's face turned green. Could it be the code that Zhang Dadao had made an appointment? Didn't anyone move? Wei Minghui observed privately, wanting to see where someone rushed out. Unfortunately, the surroundings were extremely calm, let alone ambushing, even a rabbit could not see. (To be continued.)8
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