Dawn of a New Era

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the landline in the bedroom suddenly rang.

After the landline rang three times, Chen Shouyi, who was practicing the thirty-six forms of body training, stopped, glanced at Shell girl who was watching the cartoon without blinking, stepped forward, picked up the phone, and said in a deep voice: "I'm Chen Shouyi!"

"Come and save me." The call came from Lu Weifeng.

Chen Shouyi's heart sank when he heard this: "Where are you?"

"I'm at No. 29, Shouming Street, Xiacheng District, next to the public phone booth. I can't hold on for long... Remember not to call the police, I can't trust anyone now." He coughed a few times, and seemed to be seriously injured.

"Wait, find a place to hide first, I'll be right there!" Chen Shouyi hung up the phone, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, picked up his sword, and was about to go out.

Lu Weifeng was a martial artist in the same period as him, and he was considered the closest martial artist. It was impossible for Chen Shouyi to let him die, and he couldn't do such a thing with his heart.

Damn, is Lu Weifeng the target of the Pantheon this time?

He walked out of the community quickly, hailed a taxi, and got in the car: "Go to No. 29, Shouming Street."

The driver glanced at the sword in Chen Shouyi's hand, did not make a sound, and quickly started the car.

Chen Shouyi's face sank like water, watching the lights outside the car window quickly retreat, and the car was completely quiet.

He gradually calmed down, held the sword, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind. About half an hour later, when he opened his eyes, he found that the car seemed to be driving more and more sideways, and he asked, "Master, did you drive the wrong way? Didn't you arrive?"

"I've been renting out the car for ten years. I can feel the streets of Hedong even with my eyes closed. Shouming Street is in the suburbs!" the driver said with a smile.

"Then drive faster, I'm in a hurry." Chen Shouyi nodded and said without any doubt. He hadn't moved to Hedong not long ago, and he had never heard of Shouming Street before.

"Okay!" The driver slammed on the accelerator.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and there were not many vehicles on the street.

The taxi was running fast, and large unfinished buildings gradually appeared on both sides. Not long after, the driver suddenly turned the steering wheel and drove towards a construction site!

"Master, are you sure, it's not a mistake." Chen Shouyi finally felt something was wrong, and said coldly.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to urinate after drinking too much water. Find a place to make it easier."

At this moment, Chen Shouyi keenly noticed that although the driver looked apologetic, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

His mind flashed like lightning, and in an instant, everything became clear.

It was a conspiracy, a conspiracy against him.

From Lu Weifeng's call for help, to the passing taxi driver, to the dark construction site ahead, everything was a trap.

A strong anger rose from his heart.

Lu Weifeng, you fucking court death!

Without saying a word, Chen Shouyi broke the guardrail of the driver's seat of the taxi with his hand in an instant, and grabbed his neck. The driver suddenly let go of the steering wheel, and grabbed Chen Shouyi's hand with one hand.

But that hand is like cast iron, it cannot be shaken at all.

"It's really a big hand, and the disguise is really good. I've been fooled." Chen Shouyi sneered.

With the strength of his struggle, he was actually a warrior in disguise.

"Don't...don't kill me, I can't help myself." A long gash was cut on his face by a steel pipe, and blood flowed.

He was full of fear, and desperately touched under the seat with one hand, where his short sword was placed.

However, he hadn't touched it yet. The next moment, an irresistible force came, and the guardrail of the driver's seat broke instantly. His body was like a broken sack, smashed the front window glass, and rolled over a dozen times until his back It slammed into the wall with a bang before stopping.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his mind went blank.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the co-pilot's door was kicked more than ten meters away.

Chen Shouyi walked out with his long sword in hand.

The "driver" tried his best to stand up, staggering: "I... I was forced."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked and flew seven or eight meters away, and there was a crisp bone crack,

I don't know how many ribs were kicked off, and he was lying on the ground like a corpse, with blood gushing from his mouth and twitching all over his body.

Looking at Chen Shoucheng who was walking quickly, his eyes were full of fear and despair.

Chen Shouyi stepped forward and stepped on his chest, exerting a little force: "How many people are there?"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, perhaps feeling that death was imminent, he stared fiercely: "You are dead!"

Chen Shouyi's expression turned cold, and he stomped hard.

With a crisp cracking sound, his chest collapsed instantly, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Chen Shouyi glanced at the dark construction site in front of him, turned around and walked back.

Although he is confident in his own strength, he is not an idiot. This kind of trap is obviously aimed at him, and he has a sick mind to break into it.

"Crack, clap!"

At this moment, a burst of applause suddenly sounded.

Chen Shouyi paused and looked for the sound.

On the opposite street, a handsome young man in a black leather jacket was walking quickly while clapping his hands:

"It's really unexpected. If I hadn't been monitoring the situation outside, today's mission would have missed."

There hadn't been a single car passing on the street during this time, so the location was clearly chosen carefully.

Chen Shouyi didn't say anything, but slowly drew out his sword, and walked towards him step by step, expressionless.

"Boy, struggling is futile!" He shrugged, with a warm smile and a relaxed expression on his face.

As if he was about to face not some opponent, but an easy outing, he didn't even carry any weapon in his hand, obviously holding the idea of ​​capturing him alive.

A chill flashed across Chen Shouyi's eyes, and the two quickly approached.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters...

Chen Shouyi moved instantly, and as soon as he made a move, there was a faint thunder, and the ear-piercing howl shook the eardrums.

Feeling the fierce gust of wind on his face, and the blurred sword tip with rapidly enlarged eyes, the smile on the young man's face changed suddenly before it completely faded away.

In the nick of time, his body slammed to the side, the leather jacket on his body was instantly torn by the violent air flow, and there was a burning pain in his chest.

Regardless of fear, he stepped quickly and stepped back quickly.

However, it was too late, Chen Shouyi changed his move very quickly, and when he stabbed out with a sword, he slashed towards his chest and abdomen like a frightened bird, and passed by in a flash.

The handsome young man instinctively tried to raise his hands to block the sword, but it was blocked.

Chen Shouyi inserted the sword into the scabbard, looked at it or not, and walked forward quickly. After a few steps, he had already walked more than ten meters away, and quickly merged into the darkness.

The young man stood there blankly, motionless, cold sweat dripping from his forehead non-stop.

After a while, the three of them walked out of the construction site slowly.

The bald head glanced at the corpse, frowned slightly, and said to the frozen young man in the distance: "Eric, where is he?"

The youth did not speak.

There were no street lights on the road, and the light was dim. For a while, no one noticed the abnormality of the young man.

The Chinese character face glanced at the driver who died tragically, his temples throbbed, and a trace of anger flashed across his face. This was the confidant he had cultivated with great difficulty, and he died just like that. He looked away and said in a deep voice:

"Maybe he took the opportunity to escape? This is someone Fang Shengjie is optimistic about. I didn't expect him to be so strong!"

"After this time, the other party must have become alert, and next time they will change their target!" said the bald man.

"Eric, why are you so nervous, don't stand there, let's go."

The youth remained motionless.

The Southeast Asian man finally realized that something was wrong, walked over, but found that the other party was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured?" He turned his head and shouted at the bald head: "Captain, Eric seems to be a little bit wrong."

After speaking, I was ready to help him up.

The young man immediately stared at him in horror, winking constantly.

The Southeast Asian didn't know why, thinking that the other party couldn't hold on anymore, so he hurried a few steps faster.

"No..."

With just one mouthful, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body shook slightly, precariously on the verge of falling.

Seeing this, the Southeast Asian hurriedly supported him. Immediately, he felt strangely that the other person's body was a little light. He subconsciously looked down, and his hands could not help but loosen.

Half of the body fell to the ground with a plop, even the lower body was smashed to the ground, and the broken liver and lungs were shaken out.

Southeast Asia quickly squatted down and apologized: "Brother, I'm sorry, I really don't know, you won't blame me."

"I...I...FU...CK!" He stretched out his hand struggling, and pointed his middle finger at the Southeast Asian.

The bald head also ran over quickly, his expression changed drastically when he saw this, and he said in a deep voice, "Who did it."

"This time... the target is very strong. I was... careless. The captain... must... kill him for me." He stared, with black blood gushing out of his mouth, and said intermittently.

"Okay!" The bald man nodded solemnly.

"Thank you, thank you, give... me... a good time!"

"Be patient!"

Immediately, he turned his head, gritted his teeth and slapped the young man on the forehead.

With a click, the skull shattered.

...

In the dark corner, Chen Shouyi withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and touched the rough hilt of the sword in his hand: "It's him!"