I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Huang Gong's five brave warriors and the five dart heads of Beihai Escort immediately followed Zhang Heng and walked out of the room.

At the same time, Sun Yaoting's chief **** and Huang Gong also began to mobilize the rest of the staff, and went to convene the other escorts of Beihai Escort at the moment in Huangyang Town. One strike arranges manpower to surround the Huangyang Restaurant and blockades all exits of the restaurant.

During this period, the manpower tried to act as unobtrusive as possible.

Relying on Huang Gong's strength in Huangyang Town, many of the guards of the North Sea Escort have dressed up like locals in a blink of an eye, looking for the guards of the North Sea Escort.

And Huang Gong's own subordinates, dressed up as people of all colors, gathered in the area around the exits of the Huangyang Restaurant.

Someone dressed up as a bad old man selling sugar-fried chestnuts, while frying the fragrant, crispy and sweet sugar-fried chestnuts in the wok, occasionally rolled their eyes and glanced at the exit of the Huangyang Restaurant.

On the opposite side of this bad old man, there are a bunch of young girls sticking together, discussing whether to buy some sugar-fried chestnuts for supper.

The boy drooled, and the girl was obviously a little moved, but when she saw the dirty right hand of the old man, around his face, he couldn't see the clothes of the original color, and he looked a little disgusted.

So the girl seemed to want the teenager to invite herself to the Huangyang Restaurant to have a meal, but the teenager glanced at the bright lights of the Huangyang Restaurant. Although it moved a bit, but was helplessly shy, so he could only be embarrassed and polite. The girl grinned!

When the girl saw it, she couldn't help giving the boy a roll of eyes as punishment, but she didn't seem to leave.

On the small stall across the street, there was a simple pergola, as if someone was buying a barbecue.

The handsome mustache who was born with a double life, while grilling all kinds of skewers, used an interesting tone to promote: "Lamb skewers, fragrant and delicious mutton skewers are sold!"

"For a penny, you can't buy it and lose money, and you can't be fooled! As long as a penny, a lamb kebab lasts in your stomach, and you can keep it delicious!"

There is also a watermelon stall next to the lamb skewers.

At the table in front of the stall, a few diners were feasting. Holding a lamb skewers in his left hand and eating happily, while holding a piece of watermelon in his right hand, the sweat was sour and refreshing!

No one can tell, all these people are actually played by Huang Gong. These people are unconsciously watching the location of the Huangyang Restaurant in front of them.

Once a change occurs. Whether it’s the horrible old man who is frying sugar-fried chestnuts, the little couple in front of him, or the handsome middle-aged man who sells barbecue opposite, the watermelon vendor, or even the seat in front of them. Those diners from here will suddenly become the most critical force in blocking the Huangyang Restaurant.

At this moment, Zhang Heng had already led the crowd, starting from the second floor, rushing towards the top of the Huangyang Restaurant.

Huanggong from Huanggong Village and Yanggong from Yanggong Village deeply understand the importance of professional people doing professionally.

Therefore, they have given Huangyang Restaurant, the treasurer, extremely large autonomy.

As long as the other party's annual pass and the amount of money handed in meets the requirements, they almost never interfere with the operation of the Huangyang Restaurant.

In this way, in the Huangyang Restaurant, the influence of Huanggong and Yanggong is hardly felt.

Everyone only knows the existence of the big shopkeeper, and only a few high-level members of the big restaurant know that there are two figures of Huang Gong and Yang Gong standing behind the big shopkeeper.

The clerical cook in the big restaurant now only knows that there is a big shopkeeper, but he doesn't even know that Huang Gongyang counts that green onion.

This time Huang Gong came to the Huangyang Restaurant. If the big shopkeeper didn’t know it, it would be impossible. But the big shopkeeper didn’t show up. He came to visit the owner of his restaurant. From this, you can see the big shopkeeper of the Huangyang restaurant. Self-confidence and arrogance.

It can also be seen from this that he has controlled the Huangyang Restaurant to a great extent.

When Zhang Heng led a group of ten people, and it was obvious that the visitors rushed towards the third floor of the Huangyang Restaurant, but at the entrance of the third floor, they were stopped by a young man with a grim face and the appearance of a buddy: " Dear guest officials, the above are all VIP residences. Mind you are under the command of which VIPs, you can register and have corresponding badges. If you don't have one, please forgive us not to entertain."

Hearing the dude's a little bit of a beating and high-pitched words, Zhang Heng suddenly became a little bit angry.

However, before Zhang Heng has something to do, there is already a famous dart head in the team of the North Sea Escort. He hehe smiled and said, "Don’t bother our son, my waist card is here. Come here and let me show you. Look."

When the stern young man heard this, his face suddenly became suspicious.

But he walked over at the same pace and looked down at the dart head who laughed.

At this moment, the dart head suddenly turned his palm and dispatched, and with a puff, it was printed on the cold face of the young man, immediately like a defeat, it was printed on the face of the cold young man. A shocking black palm print.

With a palm printed on his face, the cold-faced young man suddenly waited for his incredible eyes and fell on his back to the ground without saying a word.

Zhang Heng looked sideways. It was no one else who killed this grim-faced young man. It was the former Sun Yaoting's dart head, who used his iron palm skill well.

Seeing that the other party didn't wait to elaborate, and slapped the young man's face directly, he slapped him to death.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but rubbed his brows slightly.

But in the end it didn't say anything.

Looking at Huang Gong's subordinate who was familiar with the restaurant, he was busy in the corner, and swiftly lifted the cold-faced young man, and threw it into a corner of the corner where the sundries were stored.

Everyone then continued to march upstairs.

The people you meet along the way are all expressionless, just like the kind of person who doesn't matter if he slaps on the face.

One of Huang's people looked a little disbelief, and suddenly thought of what Zhang Heng had said before, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and slapped one of them.

Under the name Huang Gongde, he practiced body-building techniques. He shot very hard. When he slapped him down, his opponent's face immediately swelled up, and his face suddenly became like a crooked pumpkin.

The redness and swelling seemed to bleed at any time.

However, the person who was labeled as such just glanced at Huang Gong's subordinate blankly, without making a single glance, and finally turned silently to continue walking on his own path and left.

And along the way, most of the other people who encountered this matter directly ignored the matter.

Some people who were close noticed the incident, and just glanced at it numbly, and then ignored everyone and continued to do their own things.

Obviously, among the people they encountered on the third floor, except for the cold-faced young man they met when they went upstairs, everyone else might have become as abnormal as the diners downstairs.

Zhang Heng couldn’t say anything about this. Originally, when he saw the grim-faced young man, Zhang Heng was going to take the opponent down for a quick interrogation, but he didn’t expect to be slapped to death by the dart head. Up.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng stopped staying on the third floor, and continued to move toward the fourth floor.

When everyone came to the fourth floor, they found that the fourth floor was also guarded, but this time, it was not one person but two people waiting on the fourth floor.

Seeing Zhang Heng and his party approaching, the two immediately spoke as if they were facing the enemy.

"This is the residence of the distinguished guests. It is not where you should come. You should go down, otherwise you won't blame us for being polite."

Zhang Heng's face was veiled when he heard it, but I can't come here because this is the residence of the distinguished guests.

Which one of your eyes can tell, I am not a guest?

As soon as he was about to ask, he listened to a warrior under Huang Gong's command on the right hand side and said: "This is our own waist card. Take it and see."

The two who were ready to do it, put their right hands on their waists and were ready to twitch their sabers. At this moment, after hearing the words of the warrior, they couldn't help but start to ask: "What waistband?"

They remembered that the distinguished guest on the fourth floor, obviously there was no one in front of him. And what you need to get in and out of the fourth floor is not a badge at all.

At this time, I heard that the other party suddenly talked about the waist card, and couldn't help being a little confused and refused to accept it, thinking that the other party was on the wrong floor.

But at this moment, there was a bang, a silver light flashed, and the person standing at the back, suddenly saw an extra seven-inch silver small sword in his throat. The small sword was shining with silver light. , The cold light was shining, and it was already submerged in this person's throat at this time.

This person's eyes widened, staring at the warrior who was talking to the two of him in front of him, and pointed his finger at each other, wanting to ask him what he was doing, but he suddenly realized that he could not say half of it. In a word, his throat has been pierced, and his vocal cord has been cut by the man's small sword. He is dead now.

When the person in front heard something unusual behind him, he didn't look back at all. He immediately turned around and imagined running back. But before he left, he felt a sudden sound of wind around him. In the next moment, he felt himself. His collar had been grabbed and lifted into the air.

Can't escape anymore.

The one who grabbed the man was a sturdy man in the North Sea Escort who practiced horizontal kung fu. The man was a head taller than the man, his muscles were knotted, and his raised arms had his thighs thick and thick. At this time, he carried that person in the air, as if he was carrying a little chicken.

Seeing that there was no escape, the man immediately grabbed the weapon at his waist with his right hand. The sturdy man immediately stretched out his other hand to stop him, but the opponent made a false move, but there was already a dagger from his sleeve. Sliding out, holding it in his hand, stabs out without hesitation, and with a sneer, it has penetrated the other hand of the sturdy man who grabbed his hand.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, not to mention the palm.

However, the sturdy man who pierced through the palm of the man seemed to feel no pain at all, as if it was pierced through, not his own palm, but the palm of anyone else.