Wang Jian's Three-Section Strike (Upper) No. 126

  A black arrow silently pierced through the asbestos tile roof and nailed itself to the wall of the kiln house, with a note tied to its tail that read:

  "Wang Jian is in my hands, you know what I want."

  Jin Huiming handed the note to Tianran Er after reading it, then sat down on a chair: "Lao Wang is showing off."

  Tianran thought for a moment and nodded with a smile: "He did it on purpose."

  At this time, Liang Huanhuan supported the blood-stained Great Sage and walked to the student activity area, instantly triggering a commotion and startling Tianran Er in the house.

  After she walked out, I was shocked at the time. Liang Huanhuan's expression was like being killed by her father, and Dasheng also looked dying due to excessive blood loss.

  "Hurry! I'll take you to the hospital!" Tian Ran Er grabbed Da Wei's keys and hobbled towards the car, limping with each step: "Follow... Ah..."

  She hadn't even finished speaking when she fell and landed on her butt, her chest almost bursting from the impact. The pain was so intense that she cried out loud. Jin Huiming walked out from outside, shaking his head and sighing: "How stupid are you?"

  "What's wrong?" Heamei rushed over with a mouthful of food, and upon seeing the blood-covered Dasheng, she also covered her mouth in shock: "Quick! Quick, send him to the hospital!"

  "Hey, you, yeah, He Rui come over." Little Jin waved at He Rui with a big smile: "Come on."

  The first white rich beauty He Rui blinked her bewildered eyes and walked in front of Xiao Jin: "Huh?"

  "Start the car!"

  "Oh..." He Rui was also easy-going, took the key and walked into the driver's room: "How did you know I could drive?"

  "Stop nagging, this person is almost gone." Jin Huiming helped Liang Huanhuan put Dasheng into the car while dialing a phone call: "Old Wu, there's a severe bleeding case here. Judging from the smell, it should be type B blood. Get ready."

  After hanging up the phone, she turned her head and looked at Tian Ran Er: "You stay here and watch Da Wei."

  Jin Huiming, who was used to giving orders, actually had great leadership skills. Under her division of labor, those who were driving drove quickly, those who were using Yunnan Baiyao to stop bleeding did so, and she also used her fingers to press down on several major blood vessels on Dasheng's body to prevent more severe bleeding.

  Watching them leave, Tian Er was at a loss for what to do. She could only hang her head in tears and return to the kiln house, staring blankly at Da Wei who was still talking nonsense in his sleep.

  Then I felt more and more annoyed. So I took out the mineral water and poured it on Dawei, who was having a different day in his dream.

  "Ah!"

  Dawei suddenly sat up. His eyes were still a bit dizzy, but perhaps because he had been through this once before, Dawai recovered particularly quickly this time, and almost without any struggle, he regained his clarity of mind. He looked at Tianran, who was shaking his head and sighing to himself:

  "Zhuang Sheng's dawn dream is bewildered by the butterfly. That person isn't me, but it's alright, I've at least experienced in my dreams the life I yearn for."

  "After finishing, he rubbed his belly: 'I'm starving...'"

  Tianran didn't say a word, and silently handed the note to Dawei. Dawei looked at it and then raised his head in confusion: "What does this mean? What's with Wang Jian being in my hands?"

  "He was kidnapped by the same group of people who kidnapped you yesterday."

  "Stop messing around." Dawei chuckled and tossed the note aside: "How could that be? That's a diamond, one that would fly a kite for you on the world's tallest building."

  "It's true." Tian Ran Er seemed to not quite understand the significance of this plane flying: "But he did it on purpose."

  Dawei was also confused: "Then what does he want to do?"

  He naturally placed his hands under his chin and slowly said...

  "Of course, it's a one-shot deal." Jin Huiming sat in the car and set up a dragon gate array with Liang Huanhuan: "His approach is the simplest and most direct, but also the smartest. Now he has given us his back completely. This second-hand sniper god, after all, didn't work out."

  "Shut up." Liang Huanhuan sat outside the emergency room, staring at the lamp that read "Emergency in Progress", muttering to herself: "It's Wang Jian who won't stop disturbing me."

  "Do you know why he's doing this?" Jin Huiming asked with a shrewdness that didn't match her appearance: "He just wants to figure out who exactly is after Dawei, and if he can't catch them all at once. Our troubles will be big later on."

  "What's that exhibition cloud? Tell me about it." Jin Huiming pinched her fingers: "As I estimate, my old Wang will be able to end the battle before sunset today."

  This is not Jin Huiming bragging, Wang Jian himself also has the same idea. What he wants to do now is to figure out how many people are hidden behind this exhibition cloud. After all, it's a guy who was praised by Dasheng to the sky, and such a person will never be as simple as he looks.

  As for Wang Jian's current situation, it wasn't as bad as he thought. He was locked in a dark place, and judging from the smell, this should be some kind of storage room, filled with strange odors.

  About thirty minutes after being brought over, the door of the storage room creaked open and a footstep was heard outside, which was transmitted to Wang Jian's ears.

  "You came quickly." Wang Jian, although his head was covered, still clearly distinguished from the force of the footsteps that this was Zhang Yun's footsteps: "Has the information been passed on?"

  "Yes." Zhan Yun's voice was as calm as an ancient well without ripples, just like he wasn't his brother at all: "He's here, you can leave. My target isn't you."

  "But my target is you." Wang Jian said indifferently: "Is your brother the only relative you have?"

  "Do you want to provoke me?"

  "No, I just think your behavior is a bit strange."

  "It's normal." Zhan Yun's voice was always so annoying: "If we all think about revenge in our line of work, we'll die quickly and miserably. I just want to get the money, as for my brother, he was killed by me."

  Lies! Even Wang Jian can tell that he's not sincere. The situation is now clear, Wang Jian is a pawn, used to exchange for Da Wei's pawn, and Da Wei is the one he cannot move because he needs to use Da Wei to make money. And when Da Wei arrives, he will definitely kill everyone else involved in this matter, with Wang Jian being the first to go down, followed by all the others who participated in this affair.

  After all, the Great Sage had said it a long time ago, this person is a ruthless and patient good hunter. What he's doing now is using Wang Jian to fish, after dealing with Liang Huanhuan and Wang Jian, other people are not a problem for him, which is also the reason why he only injured the Great Sage instead of killing him at that time. After all, as an assassin for so long, one of his specialties is analyzing the balance of power between friend and foe, and taking the most appropriate approach.

  And now, at least on the surface, this eagle has already won a landslide victory.

  "I heard your archery skills are quite good?" Wang Jian asked casually while chatting with him: "To what extent can you do it?"

  "It's just bragging if I say it out loud." Zhan Yun smiled lightly, his voice extremely sunny: "Actually, you're a pretty interesting person."

  "Thanks, everyone else says I'm a blockhead." Wang Jian didn't lie: "You're the only one who says I'm interesting."

  "Your kung fu is pretty good; if we had met a few years earlier, we would definitely be friends."

  Wang Jian heard the sound of Xian Yun pouring water, then he found that his black hood had been removed, and saw Xian Yun carrying his bow on his back, with arrows at his waist, fully armed, holding a bowl of water to Wang Jian's mouth:

  "Not poisonous."

  "I know." Wang Jian gulped down more than half a bowl, and let out a refreshing sigh: "This water shouldn't be tap water, I used to drink spring water when I was young."

  "Is this your crossbow?"

  Zhan Yun didn't answer Wang Jian's question, but instead picked up Wang Jian's crossbow and examined it carefully.

  "He's a great guy, but just too slow, I don't like it."

  As he spoke, Xianyun leaned lightly against the wall, with one foot propped up and the other foot lightly tapping on the wall. He wrapped his arms around himself and gazed out through a small ventilation window, saying softly: "When we came, there were seven of us in total. Now only two are left. I don't know if you've ever had this feeling? Although it's clear that this is all fate, it still feels pretty tough."

  "You actually know it was me who did it."

  "It's your own fault."

  Zhan Yun spoke while gently plucking the strings of his bow with his hand, then smiled lightly and carefreely, giving people a very relaxed feeling.

  "Actually, from the day I walked on this path, I knew that doing this job means either killing people or being killed by others. There's no injustice in it. If you die, then you're dead, and death just means an end to everything. I've always been thinking about when my body will be abandoned in a desolate wilderness too. Actually, I don't want to die; the world is too wonderful."

  "Who isn't?"

  "So, I don't care who killed my brother, because he deserved to die. Of course, I also deserve to die, but I'm not willing to die yet." Xianyun withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Wang Jian: "So I can only keep killing until I am killed myself."

  Wang Jian took a deep breath: "You're quite pitiful."

  Xuan Yun burst out laughing, clapped his hands, and then a person walked in from behind the door. He looked much more capable than the group of people Wang Jian had taken down last night, and at first glance, he didn't seem to be an adult. Probably the one who brought Wang Jian here.

  "Let you see the brother we have left." Zhan Yun rubbed the short-haired sniper's hair: "He is also my only apprentice, still tender, but don't underestimate him."

  "Are you trying to make me a smart ghost?"

  Zhan Yun shrugged: "I told you I'd let you go."

  "Really?" Wang Jian leaned his head gently against the back of the chair: "Then I really thank you."

  Just then, a sudden sound of motorcycle and car engines came from outside. Xianyun looked out through the air vent, a sly smile spreading across his face as he seemed to mutter to himself, or perhaps to Wang Jian: "Your friend is quite loyal."