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In the hall, sparks from the collision between the flying knife and the bullet detonated people's nerves.

This is dancing on the tip of a knife, the art of gunfire.

Pan Haodong's battle became easier, and the flying knife shot faster and faster. If Xiao Zhuang had not used two guns, which had the advantage in firepower, it would have been ruined.

of course.

The main reason is that Pan Haodong has no cover and has to hit the bullet with a flying knife. He belongs to the passive defensive side. He can survive the gunfire without any harm, which is really shocking.

The thirteen sisters upstairs looked stupid!

In other words, she rushed to encounter a killer like Xiao Zhuang, and might not even have time to react, but Pan Sir was able to turn things around passively and gradually control the situation, which was incredible to the extreme.

Can flying knives practice to the extreme, really better than guns?

Such an idea suddenly came to the mind of the thirteenth sister, but she shook her head quickly and denied: "Pan Sir is just a special case! No matter how fast the knife is, it is impossible to be faster than the gun. If everyone can fly Knife block bullets, this world can still get it?"

...

"Boom boom!"

When the bullet was about to empty, Xiao Zhuang had to pull the trigger continuously, so that Sir Pan could not cope with it, and gave himself some time to change the magazine.

It's a pity that good ideas are often not realized.

If he shot frantically at the beginning and didn't give Pan Haodong some time to breathe, he might have a little chance to kill Pan Haodong, who was not well prepared.

Now it's in vain.

Training for ten months on weekdays is not as good as one minute of actual combat, throwing a knife at gunfire, and resisting Xiaozhuang for half a minute to shoot. Pan Haodong mastered the sword technique thoroughly.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

He flicked out three flying knives and hit three brass-colored bullets. Pan Haodong took out two flying knives out of thin air and shot them at Xiaozhuang's forehead and heart respectively.

Xiao Zhuang, who had just removed the magazine and was about to replace it with a new magazine, stared at the flying knife coming out of the air. His scalp numb for a while, he rolled on the spot twice, and rolled into the underside of a turned over table.

"Wow!"

At the same time, a frosty flying knife, carrying the thin waves swept through the air, penetrated the alloy tabletop like lightning, sank into Xiaozhuang's back, passed through the heart, and shot out from the left chest.

The tall and handsome Xiao Zhuang suddenly collapsed.

Killed instantly.

At this time, Pan Haodong slowly walked to Xiaozhuang, looked at his corpse condescendingly, pulled out the blood-stained flying knife, and sighed: "Xiaozhuang, you are not wronged when you died in my hands."

Take a sword with air!

Pouring internal energy into the weapon, or cutting or shooting, can greatly increase the destructive power.

The flying knife that could only hit the bullets, after Pan Haodong injected his internal energy, it pierced through the stone tabletop and penetrated Xiaozhuang's chest, which was terrifying.

It's no wonder that old brother Ling Lingqi can use a pig-killing knife to kill a golden gunner in armor in the near future.

"...When you cultivate to the highest level with the Qi Yudao, everything in the world can be chopped off!"

Recalling what the old brother said.

Pan Haodong determined to spare half an hour a day to practice imperial swordsmanship.

...

After a while.

Accompanied by the thirteen sisters, Zhou Wenli rushed down from the upper floor and hugged Pan Haodong, who was soaked in sweat.

"Brother Dong, I'm so worried about you."

"Silly girl, it's all right."

Pan Haodong touched Zhou Wenli's long and smooth hair, and his gentle manners and words made him look like a sunny brother, harmless to humans and animals.

However, the waiters, Miss Dance, and the drinkers who were present all knew in their hearts that the handsome and sunny boys in front of them were not merciful at all.

Underestimate him, it will die.

I comforted my good friend a little bit.

Pan Haodong put his arms around Wenli's fragrant shoulders, while comforting his frightened friend, he said to the thirteen sisters: "Thirteenth sister, sorry, I am afraid that Zixuan Pavilion will be closed tonight.

"It's okay, one day's less money won't starve to death."

Sister Thirteen said generously: "Pan Sir, it will take a while for the police to arrive. Why don't you just let me go and sit upstairs?"

"Also."

Pan Haodong nodded slightly and followed the thirteenth sister upstairs.

The frightened Zhou Wenli is like a little bird in the rain, poor, weak and helpless. Only Pan Haodong can give her a sense of security. Naturally, she will follow Dongge wherever he goes!

The thirteenth sister opened a bottle of cold beer for Pan Haodong, then opened another bottle for Wenli and herself, and said: "Pan Sir, take the liberty to ask, have you offended anyone recently?"

"It's normal for the police to offend people."

Finished.

Pan Haodong poured his head up and took a big gulp of beer. The feeling of cold liquor flowing down his throat and pouring into his stomach was really refreshing.

Seeing that Pan Haodong was reluctant to say it, the 13th sister did not ask much. She leaned on the sofa and raised her legs, and said with a smile: "Then Sir Pan, you just called Wenli upstairs and said that if you want to find me, it should be just Excuse me!"

"Half and half."

"Are you really looking for me?"

The thirteen sisters were surprised.

She is one of the reporters in Yau Tsim Mong District of Hongxing Society.

Hong Xing set up two entrances here, one is Portland Street managed by Shisanmei.

Of course, the site is definitely not limited to Portland Street, there are also some places for her nearby, but the main profitable places are all on Portland Street.

Therefore, Shisanmei spends most of her time on Portland Street.

Another Hongxing branch in Yau Tsim Mong District is managed by Liang Kun. The venue on Port Lan Street was also owned by Liang Kun, but after the thirteen sisters came to the position, the leader forcibly divided the venue on Port Lan Street. To the thirteen sisters.

However, at the first meeting, the thirteen sisters were not very good. If they make money as they are now, Liang Kun will not let go...

Back to the topic.

The police and the gang are born on opposite sides. The Shisanmei, as a famous female correspondent in the Yau Tsim Mong district, has been filed at the police stations in all districts.

So she was curious what Pan Haodong did with herself?

It's definitely not looking for her as an informant!

In the curious eyes of the thirteenth sister, Pan Haodong slowly said: "Thirteenth sister, I want to do business with you in partnership. Well, to be precise, it should be for Wenli to partner with you."

"what business?"

The thirteen sisters came to have some interest.

Pan Haodong asked: "What's the best seller in summer?"

"Of course it's beer and drinks!"

"You are right, but one thing that you overlooked is herbal tea! There are vendors selling tortoise-ling paste in the streets and alleys of Hong Kong Island, and passers-by will sit down and drink a bowl from time to time. The sales are hot, and the supply is often in short supply. The herbal tea market is very big."

"The Guangdong and Guangxi regions are hot all year round, and people get angry every day. However, in a fast-paced city like Hong Kong, not everyone has time to sit down and drink Guiling Gao."

“If we buy out a herbal tea formula, produce boxed herbal tea and canned herbal tea, and then market it, it will be very popular.” After a pause, Pan Haodong continued: “I have a friend in Yangcheng who told me that There is a company called Yangcheng Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. This company has a hundred-year-old herbal tea formula, which seems to be called'Niu Laoji', and we can spend a lot of money to buy it..."