The Sword God of the South

Detained

The three Old Bandits then instantly prepared. Each of their weapons had already been pulled backwards. Energy is immediately channeled.

As soon as the three weapons were ready to kill Zhang Fei, suddenly a shout came from inside the residence of Reporter Wang.

"Hold it!"

Her voice boomed. Like thunder that appeared in the rain.

Hearing the voice, the Three Old Bandits then retracted his attack.

The soldiers and guards present there instantly bent their bodies. The people who had gathered together formed a circle, now had retreated to give way.

From inside the large residence, there appeared to be someone walking around escorted by two men in black.

Someone who stands in the middle position has a fat body shape. It's exactly like a ball. The fat on his face even closed both eyes.

It's fat, short again. In short, he was very similar to b*b*i.

Especially if coupled with the color of the skin is white and a little reddish.

At first glance, it feels like he does not look like a martialist. The usual way of walking. He did not even appear to be carrying a weapon.

But even so, it turned out that he had a very frightening authority. The proof alone just now, with just a sound, that fellow could even thwart the intentions of the Three Old Bandits who wanted to kill Zhang Fei.

Who her?

He is none other than Reporter Wang!

The one who wanted to be killed by Zhang Fei! Reporters who like to act as they please and never think of others. A man who always feels powerful above everything!

He walked with light steps. His mouth is always smiling. A very sick smile.

Zhang Fei glanced at him. But as soon as he saw the face of Reporter Wang, the young man immediately felt his blood rise to the tip of the head.

If only he had the energy to rebel, he might have done it by now. Too bad, Zhang Fei had no power to make that happen.

"Young man, what's your name?" asked Reporter Wang as soon as he was in front of him.

"Zhang Fei," he answered briefly.

"Hemm, a good name," he then walked around her while continuing to pay attention to her appearance from top to bottom.

"Just like the face of his handsome owner," he chuckled.

Zhang Fei was getting sick. Especially after he heard the words just now.

"Take him into the holding room," he said giving orders to the Three Old Bandits.

"Okay, sir," they nodded obediently.

The three old men then walked to the back, heading to the detention room referred to by Reporter Wang.

Along with that, the soldiers and guards present in the backyard also immediately dispersed themselves. They immediately returned to their place of origin to carry out their respective duties.

In a short while, the situation there instantly deserted back. It was as if in that place nothing had ever happened.

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The morning sun had come to greet the earth. Lien Hua and her three best friends had gathered in the backyard, where they and Zhang Fei discussed the plot to assassinate journalist Wang.

The four old army warriors looked agitated. None of them spoke yet.

The hot dishes and tea that were on the table were also left alone.

Aside from them, in a room, it appeared Yu Yuan was also standing restlessly by the side of the window as he continued to look out.

And basically it is. They were agitated as well as waiting for Zhang Fei to arrive.

Unfortunately, from last night until now, the young man still did not appear. Because of this, they become unsettled.

"Is the little brother okay?" Ting Pek suddenly asked his partner. He broke the silence in the backyard.

"Come on," Duan Dao replied as he shrugged both shoulders. "But I really hope he's alive" he continued.

The others just let out heavy breaths. They don't know what to do now.

"What if we spread this to other colleagues?" mo Bian asked.

"Don't go first" Lien Hua replied quickly.

"Why?"

"Because if this is widespread. Surely Sichuan City will be flooded with blood. And I don't want this to happen,"

"Hemm, if not, then what should we do? Do we have to be quiet like this?" asked Duan Dao while glancing towards Lien Hua.

"For a while, I think, yes. At least we'll wait three more days. If in three days' time, Young Master Zhang has no news yet, we will have to take more action,"

Three of his colleagues looked at each other. After a while later, it sounded Ting Pek speaking on behalf of his two comrades.

"alright. Then we wait three more days" he said, nodding his head.

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Meanwhile in the holding room of the residence of Reporter Wang, Zhang Fei was currently cross-legged. He was doing a meditation to restore his strength.

Be it outer energy, inner energy, or even magic energy.

It's been about thirty minutes he's been doing the meds. And only now did he open his eyes.

Keep in mind, actually prisoner Hartawan Wang there are quite a lot. They are warriors who come from the white stream.

The reason why those people were detained was because they were trying to resist or even intended to kill him.

However, especially for Zhang Fei, Reporter Wang deliberately separated him from the other prisoners. I don't know why. Clearly, the space he was being held in was very stuffy.

Although the condition is clean, but there is no air space, except only a little. Therefore, Zhang Fei had a little trouble breathing.

Fortunately he was a warrior. So that it is not a matter of meaning to him.

Under the circumstances like now, it felt like there was nothing he could do, except just wait for a miracle. In fact, he could have freed himself from those prisoners.

Zhang Fei chose not to. Especially in front of his detention room, there were Three Old Bandits who were deliberately guarding him.

Not even the other guards that were in every corner.

'I'm sorry teacher, I can't carry out this task until it's done, ' she said.

Zhang Fei felt regretful that he had lost his vigilance while going through his fight against the Three Old Bandits.

If only he had remained vigilant, perhaps his fate would not be what it is now.

But how else. Rice is already porridge. To regret is of no use.

Except for taking lessons from what had happened, what else could he do now?

"Heh, rancid boy," suddenly the old grandmother walked over to him. "Are you willing to give up and join us? If you want, then you can be free now, too,"

"Old granny, just so you know. Rather than me joining you guys, I would rather starve to death in this place" he replied firmly.