Supreme pardon

Chapter 163

Xiang Yang's expression was very calm, he just stared deeply at the other party, and suddenly said after a long while: "Speaking of which, if I promised to see you early in the morning, you probably wouldn't have dared to come, right?"

After saying these words properly, the split-headed man immediately frowned, his complexion looked a little ugly, and he said displeasedly, "What do you mean by Minister Xiang?"

"It's interesting to say," pulled out a silver pistol from his waist, and Xiang Yang took out a square towel from the sofa, slowly wiped the gun in his hand, and said slowly: "Everyone always thinks that the Lord is gone. , the three districts will inevitably disperse, but now our three districts are united, and no one in the southeast continent can easily shake them. On the contrary, if they are separated, anyone can come and take a bite. If this is the case, why do you think so?"

The words were a bit convoluted, but the meaning in the split man understood immediately.

Although his complexion became ugly, he was still able to hold his breath. He insisted on showing a disdainful smile, and said softly, "Minister Xiang, why bother to act in front of us? The three districts are great, after all, they are independent and have a co-owner." , you can still work together reluctantly, but now that your master is no longer here, you will surely ebb and flow under external attacks, Minister Xiang is really so relieved about the [-]th and [-]th districts?"

The man with long braids followed the conversation, and said in a soft tone: "Smart people in power should plot for themselves and their subordinates at this time, shouldn't they? Who can not prepare a way out, especially..." The tone became bewitching, and the long The braided man said leisurely: "This back road can make you truly king."

After wiping the body of the gun and the muzzle of the gun, Xiang Yang asked calmly, "My lord is gone? What do you mean by not being here? Dead?"

It was really hard to discern the meaning of his tone, the man with the parted head and the man with the long braids looked at each other with seriousness in their eyes.

Before coming, they collected a lot of information, judged a lot of things, and guessed the general reaction of this man at this time, but they never thought that Xiang Yang would suddenly act like this.

It was the split man who came to his senses first, and replied affirmatively: "Your master died in the Nigua River in the hunt that day."

Although they are not sure, in fact, their people arrived on the battlefield after the people in the third district.

At that time, all the traces had been cleaned up, and they only made a rough judgment.

But, if he didn't die, why didn't he come back for more than a year?

Those who do not cross believe that their king is likely to perish together with the culprit and others....

Of course, at this time, they must not tell Xiang Yang that these are just their judgments or doubts, they must be [-]% sure, otherwise the man in front of him... I'm afraid he won't dare to make any moves.

They are clearly in power, and they have shown strong abilities. The split men can't understand that a former king whose life or death is uncertain, really has such a great power to restrict these ministers. people.

Speaking of it, there is another thing that he doesn't understand. The general royal power organization will eventually concentrate power in the hands of the king, but the king of the three districts in the southeast corner is lucky. After the unification of the three districts, he did not start to establish a perfect one ruling power.

On the contrary, it is like enfeoffment, raising these isolated and unrestricted ministers by hand.

Named minister, the real power is equivalent to the king.

If it is because the time of unification is too short, then it should not be that there is no tendency at all.

If you really want to organize a unified royal power, you should not release your subordinates, especially those who are very capable. Power is easy to relax and tighten slowly, but it is easy to trigger rebellion.

"Dead? Where's the corpse?" Xiang Yang remained indifferent. After wiping the pistol, he suddenly aimed at the position of the split man in front of him.

The split-headed man was very calm, without moving, and pointed straight at the muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead.

On the contrary, the gray-haired man, who had been chattering a lot when he came in, couldn't hold back, shouted: "Bold!" and stood up.

Xiang Yang aimed his gun at someone, but it was more like an unintentional move. He didn't even glance at the man who got up angrily in the group, as if the man didn't deserve his attention at all.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the man, and he slowly moved away. The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at the nose of the man with long braids next to the split man, without the slightest murderous intent, as if he was just playing around.

"Bold?" Although he didn't look at the gray-haired man, he responded to the other's words, chuckled a few times and then asked quite proudly: "Whose territory is this in? It's not appropriate to tell me bold. "

It seemed that he was still worried about what to do if his own Wang didn't come back from death, the heads of the split men turned quickly, thinking about the way to get the other party to agree.

Over there, behind the round sofa, a voice suddenly came from afar, revealing joy, "Inappropriate? This is not inappropriate at all."

The man with the long braid panicked and raised his head to face the wall behind Xiang Yang.

They are all mutants, and their senses are naturally much better than ordinary people.

The sentence full of laughter and sarcasm just now definitely did not come from the people in this room, no, it should be said, it did not come from the visible people in this room.

Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows, but he never expected Lan An to be so irresistible.

The split men had been very calm since they entered the room, but now that they heard this extra voice, the expressions in their eyebrows and eyes really changed.

It was an unexpected daze, followed by a premonition of panic.

Behind Xiang Yang, the guards with guns separated slightly, and the wall with a large oil painting was separated from the left and right with a "boom".

It turned out that there was a small room isolated in this rather large room.

And the meeting they thought was hidden was surrounded by crowds.

After seeing a few people coming out from the inner room, the split men could no longer maintain their sitting posture.

Wearing a patterned shirt, Lan An wore a dark purple earring brightly on his ear, smiling all over his face, but his eyes were cold and piercing.

Besides a few executives from District [-], there was also a big man nearly two meters tall standing beside him.

The dark green cloth was worn on the opponent's body, and his gestures were very calm.

One step behind the two of them, stood a man in a long black coat with his fists clenched, furious.

His gaze passed over the people who came out of the inner room one by one, and even the gray-haired man who had been dismissing him knew that something was wrong, so he walked quickly behind the separated man.

No one could continue to sit down, the men with separate heads and the man with long braids stood up together, and the dozen or so "Budu" masters they brought naturally followed behind.

It's just that the door of the room when they came in was completely closed, and in front of them, all the high-level executives from the three districts were there.

"To the minister!" The split man wanted to say something else.

Yan Zhen couldn't bear it any longer, and with red eyes, he was about to cut the man's neck, but he was stopped by the black tiger beside him with an arm stretched out.

"You guys are able to hide, well... I have been looking for you since the day of the grand ceremony, today is a good day, I caught them all? Let me count them all?" Although the tone was frivolous, the joy in Lan An's words, who could tell? Can hear it all.

On the day of the grand ceremony, he lost all face, and then tried to find someone at all costs, but it's a pity that this group of people hid too deeply.

"It's a pity that we can't get more out of it." At the end stood a handsome young man in a blue gown. He stepped forward with some regret and looked at the people in the room, quite dissatisfied.

Heihu remained silent from the beginning to the end, and even now he frowned a little, "There are still people around our confidantes, it's a pity that this group of people can't be picked out together."

"What do you care about?" Being stopped, Yan Zhen endured it, but he was a little irritable when he heard these nonsense, "Kill them to avenge my king!"

Compared with these deep-minded people, his thinking is much simpler.

These people killed their king, their master, so they should be sent to be buried with them as soon as possible.

It would be wrong to say that no one was seated in the room, because Xiang Yang sat calmly from the beginning to the end, holding the list in his hand, and interjected lukewarmly, "This group of people are not easy to calculate, If Mr. Shu hadn't planned every step of the way and put bait little by little, we still wouldn't be able to catch them today."

Shuyi said it was possible as early as the day of the grand ceremony.

At that time, Wang was still there. At the high-level meeting, Shu Yi said bluntly: "Why did these people assassinate you? Turmoil? But what good will it do them after the turmoil? They are so stealthy in the southeast continent, another aspect also shows that Their power is not on the bright side. Not on the bright side means that they are not enough to face the kingship of the first district. Then why do they want to assassinate you? First exclude the tenth district, they will not have the intention to intervene in the outside world recently, and we will go first in the thirteenth district Excluding, if such a group of people still exists, then their goal, murdering you is probably only the first step, the second step... should be to select an agent from among the people present, encourage and support him to take the position, and then pass the The remaining power of the three districts restricts this agent, slowly turns him into a puppet, and finally waits for the time they think is ripe to replace him."

It has to be said that the book is so easy to read. At that time, Wang had not left the Seventeenth District, that is to say, Wen Ren Jue had not seen the mouse yet, and he was not sure about the existence of "Budu".

But Shuyi had already guessed a lot based on an assassination.

This is the horror of strategic talents, their thoughts and vision are always far ahead of everyone else.

So among the several people in power, who will be the target of the other party? After Wang disappeared, this topic was immediately put on the table.

Then, under his plan, Xiang Yang turned a blind eye to his subordinates being bribed, and had an ambiguous attitude towards his approach.

Giving hope a little bit, at the same time, he showed half-heartedness in finding the king.

That split man was by no means simple, he only heard a few words from a few people, and after careful consideration, he understood everything.

They've been hooked, and it's been a long time since.

Obviously found the whereabouts of the people on his side, but stood still, little by little, making them lose their vigilance, and today, not to mention killing them all, it can be regarded as rounding up the organizers of "Budu" in the southeast.

Then, according to the list they gave Xiangyang before, they went to find the suspicious people around them. As long as they had the mentality of killing one thousand by mistake, they could seriously injure their lower-level "network".

Failed.

He thought he was very transparent when playing with people's hearts, but the separated men didn't know where they made mistakes.

The king's capital is missing, and this group of high-level warlords don't want to seize power, let alone look for someone in fear, and they are so calm and start to plot people right away?

"Do you know what's wrong with you?" Lan An smiled charmingly, his tone was deliberately feminine, and he shook his middle finger every word, "Guess we will be suspicious, hate, and dissatisfied with each other. That's right."

First agreeing with Budu and his group, Lan An also looked down upon Heihu Xiangyang and the others.

After turning around, he said seriously: "But you are wrong, you actually believe that guy will die? Will he die?"

Xiang Yang frowned and got up, standing a little further away from Lan An, he looked at Lan An just like those "playboys", wouldn't it be dazzling if he was all dressed up and shining all over his body?

And don't look at this person with a smile on his face now, maybe he will kill you in the next second, this person's thinking is best not to use normal people's thinking to guess.

Like a neuropathy.

He doesn't like Lan'an, and neither does Heihu. Heihu's reasons are roughly the same as his, but they are different. Heihu actually looks down on this kind of...a man with a particularly "delicate" appearance.

The main reason is that he himself looks quite "rough".

"I believe that the lord may just leave us and never come back." Having said that, Xiang Yang's eyes darkened, but soon, he sorted out his emotions and said firmly: "But I don't believe he will die."

"So!" Lan An grabbed the conversation again, clapped his hands, and deliberately shook his voice. He pretended to be exaggerated in fear, "Although we are not sure whether he will come back, we are sure that he will definitely not come back. Die, this is very difficult to handle."

Speaking of this, he got a little angry and accused the group of people opposite, "What do you think you are doing? If you smash his body today, slap! Dump it here, then we will immediately copy the knife I'll show you how to kill, but if you don't see people alive or dead, it's hard for us to do it, if you do it indiscriminately, it's super scary!"

The super exaggerated acting skills made the black tiger on the side hate him even more.

On the contrary, Yan Zhen approached him a few steps, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Minister Lan!"

"Okay, okay, just kidding, Minister Yan will become a little more interesting sometime, huh?"

Yan Zhen ignored it, he took a few steps forward on his own, covering the dozen or so people with his cold eyes, and said ruthlessly: "Offending my lord, the crime deserves death!"

As soon as the words fell, flames suddenly ignited on his hanging fists.

The red light was extremely pure, his fists were wrapped in the raging fire, but he was unharmed, and he stepped back, and the person rushed out like an arrow leaving the string.

Today's scene is completely catching a turtle in a urn.

It is a pity that the whereabouts of the king could not be found out.

Shuyi guessed that this group of people may know something, and the reason why the ink marks have been so long today, I still want to test it out, but judging from the results, this group of people can't come up with any powerful arguments to persuade Xiangyang, so it can be seen that they know nothing better than them many.

Even if he believed that the king would not die, he still couldn't relax.

"Ha! People who refine supernatural powers are willful!" Lan An took a few steps back a little later, and patted the hem of his clothes. Yan Zhen definitely did it on purpose. He stood next to him just now, but suddenly called out fire, almost It didn't burn him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to take a step back.

Seeing that among the dozen or so people, he was like a tiger on the mountain, because his fists were full of flames, and the collision became more unimpeded, but he backed up again and again, as if he was going to just stand by and watch.

Heihu glanced at him, rushed forward without saying a word.

Xiang Yang stayed for a while, then turned to look at Shuyi.

Over there, Lan An backed away, until he reached the side of the last Shuyi.

Reading Yi stared at the battle in the room without any fear. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of people. After people looked at him, he grinned brightly and said affectionately: "Mr. Shu, it's very dangerous here. Stay here." By my side, I will protect you."

"Thank you." Without any extra words, Shuyi threw out the words "neither light nor heavy", and his eyes immediately shifted back to the "battlefield".

Lan An stood next to Kan Shuyi, and Xiang Yang pointed his gun at the dozen or so people fighting in the melee without any hesitation, and fired directly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really intense!" As if it had nothing to do with him, Lan An stood beside Shuyi with his arms crossed, and commented relaxedly, "Obviously the people below can clean up this gang of trash, but these guys have to find People practice their hands, what rare master? Can you still be a master with just these?"

He was full of happy thoughts, but Shuyi, who was standing next to him, still watched the fight seriously and remained silent.

Laughing and laughing, Lan An suddenly casually asked in a soft voice: "Mr. Shu originally said that he had a place to go, but he was delayed in the [-]th district because something happened on the way, and later he recognized my master because he thought it was interesting. Stay here, but ah, my master has been missing for more than a year now, Mr. Shu... don't you want to leave?"

He asked this question very lightly, and his tone was very casual.

Shuyi turned his head and stared at him seriously.

It's just that people's eyes are still on the fight, and it seems that they don't pay much attention to this issue.

But Shuyi became more serious than ever before, staring at him for a long time, and suddenly said: "Are you planning something? Or are you doubting me?"

When asking this question, Shuyi turned his eyes back to the arena.

It was obviously very tit-for-tat, and even a hot topic, but both of them were very careless.

Lan An raised his hand, patted his cuff suddenly, stared at the other party out of the corner of his eyes, turned away after a while, and said innocently: "Ah, does Mr. Shu hate me?"

"How do you say that?"

The two were clearly talking, but their eyes never met, and they all paid attention to the venue.

"If Mr. Shu doesn't hate me, why would he throw dirty water on me?" His tone was particularly melancholy, but his expression was different.

There was a lot of wit in the conversation, seeing that the fight was about to come to an end, Shuyi didn't intend to say more, when he stepped forward, he finally threw a sentence: "I just feel that the drama hasn't ended yet."