The Sword God of the South

White Shadow

The old grandmother's face immediately turned red. Red from anger towards Zhang Yi. To him, the young man's words really make the heat of his ears.

"Fuckin' shit. The life on the tip of the horn was still dare to speak insolent," he said anxiously.

"This is my mouth, not yours. So what I'm saying, it's my right," she said with a smile with a plain face.

The old grandma was getting sick of it. His right hand was raised upwards. He wanted to hit Zhang Fei. Fortunately, he soon realized the situation.

"Leave the boy. We better take care of it outside" said his partner.

Three Old Bandits then walked out from inside the detention room. Now all that was there was only Zhang Fei.

After the departure of the three old men, Zhang Fei again sat cross-legged on the floor. He tries to stay calm.

In his mind, he was thinking. Does he have to force his way out, or wait for the miracle to come?

If it came out, it could indeed be done by Zhang Fei easily. But the problem is, around the holding room there are a lot of highly capable guards. Not to mention there were Three Old Bandits who were constantly on guard at all times.

So despite being able to get out of the detention room, there is no certainty that he could get out alive from the residence of Reporter Wang.

"Hemm, if I insist, it feels like this is suicide" the young man murmured.

He thought again, if he had to wait for a miracle, when would the miracle come? Is it true that a miracle will come to him?

What if the miracle does not come? Isn't that the same as being dead silly?

For some time, Zhang Fei was completely in a daze. He had been looking for a way out of the problems that were happening to him for quite some time now. Unfortunately, the exit was not found.

"Hhhh ..."

Zhang Fei let out a long and heavy sigh. He doesn't know what to do now.

Because the more thought the more confused, then in the end the young man prefers to sleep.

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The night has arrived. The air tonight is cold to the bone.

Zhang Fei was still sitting cross-legged. Until now, there has not been a single bit of food given by Reporter Wang for him.

He's starting to feel hungry. His stomach whines for stuffing.

Although he is a warrior, but still, a warrior is also human. As a human being, eating is one of the most important needs.

"Strick boy, are you hungry?" ask the old geezer who is a member of the Three Old Bandits.

"No," Zhang Fei replied as he shook his head.

"Are you thirsty?"

"Also not,"

"Hemm, really?"

While asking so, the old grandfather was also drinking wine. He even drank right in front of Zhang Fei's face.

"This wine is delicious" he said, laughing loudly.

Seeing that, there was nothing Zhang Fei could do except just gulp.

He might be able to hold his hunger. But the young man couldn't possibly resist the urge to drink wine.

But for now, it seemed like he should really be able to withstand the temptation.

"just free. I don't like wine" he said, looking away.

"Hahaha .. really? I can't believe that in this world there are warriors who don't like to drink wine" he said with a laugh.

Meanwhile outside the detention room. Right around the residence of Reporter Wang. The situation there seems to be crowded.

The guards were still sitting at every post at the wine drinking party and chatting with their friends.

The sound of laughter sounded so deafening. The smell of wine also began to be carried away by the night breeze.

But at such moments, suddenly from a distance there, a white shadow flashed very quickly.

The white shadow came from the west. Once it arrived near the parapet, the shadow immediately jumped up. Just one jump, a wall that was nearly two spears tall, he could pass through easily.

After successfully passing through the high barrier wall, the white shadow had shot back quickly.

Unfortunately, the guard at the residence of Reporter Wang at that time was very tight. Especially after the previous incident there was an intruder who managed to get inside.

Because of this, finally the presence of the white shadow was successfully known also by the guards who were there.

"Invader ... intruder," a guard suddenly shouted.

His shout instantly brought his comrades from several directions.

In just a moment, dozens of guards had already locked up the white shadow which turned out to be an old man in his mid-eighties.

"Who are you?" ask a guard.

"You don't deserve to know who I am yet" replied the old man in white.

Not willing to waste time for free, the old man immediately took a step. He unleashed long-range blows to the four corners of the windshield simultaneously.

The blow was very fast. The power contained within it was also terrifying.

A sharp wind scroll came crashing down on the guards. Those who do not flee, exposed to a fairly heavy attack.

About eight people were thrown backwards. They felt his body hurt. It was as if something had hit him.

Not stopping there, the grandfather again launched a follow-up attack. This time, all the guards he was aiming at simultaneously.

Winds are reappearing. The cold felt bone-chilling. Because of the rapid and powerful second attack, the guards who surrounded the old man could not defend himself anymore.

Dozens of people were thrown into various directions. Their state was exactly like the dry foliage that was flying due to the gusts of strong wind.

After successfully clearing the guards, the old man resumed his steps.

Only, before that step was further, he was again blocked by his men Reporter Wang.

The number of obstacles that are now not much. Only five people.

But even so, the old man also knew that these five people were not ordinary humans. At least, they are martial people who have a high enough ability.

"Two bangka, it looks like you're tired of living" said one of them.

"The one who should talk like that is me, not you,"

Yush!!!

The old man attacked first. The palm of his right hand is directed to the chest of the opponent. If the attack succeeds in hitting the target by a landslide, it is certain that the person will suffer severe injuries.

It is not impossible if his life can be lost.

Fortunately, he had expected this. So before the palm arrived before his eyes, he had already moved quickly.

Four of his colleagues did not remain silent. They also directly intervene in the fight.

The punches and kicks come in alternately. Their attacks were fast and accurate.

Unfortunately, the all-white old man was able to dodge all the attacks quite easily.