Rebirth of the National Male God

Yu Xi complained, feeling unable to sleep, thinking about what Qin Fan's call meant.

The wayward Qin never thought about how much impact it would have on people if he called him in the early morning.

After confirming some things from Yuxi, he contacted Guo Chengxiong again, asking him to locate Sihuang's mobile phone information location as soon as possible, and got a message that the location was blocked.

In this way, Qin Fan was completely sure of the guess in his heart. He stared coldly at the message received by his mobile phone. When he thought that a stranger sent him these ambiguous words on Si Huang's mobile phone, Qin Fan's mouth twitched. Forming a cold and cruel arc.

How long has it been quiet? There are more and more bugs jumping around!

Qin Fan put on his clothes, strode out the door and at the same time dialed a number with his spare mobile phone.

Jiangcheng, on the ship heading to country H.

Xia Qitong had already moved in front of Sihuang, then bent down and squatted down.

Si Huang looked at his strange behavior in a leisurely manner, and joked: "I don't blame you, don't pretend to be pitiful."

A strange gleam flashed in Xia Qitong's eyes, it was the first time for him...to hear someone say this to him.

play self pity?

Sounds like a good, kind of interesting.

Xia Qitong bent his eyes, looked at Sihuang innocently, and said with a light smile, "You touch my head."

Sihuang: "..."

Why! ?

Her expression pleased Xia Qitong, and the man who played tricks couldn't help laughing, even if the wound on the corner of his mouth was involved.

Si Huang knew that she was being tricked at the first glance, seeing Xia Qitong smiling happily, those eyes that were always quiet, clear and bottomless, brightly shone with pure happiness for the first time.

Si Huang twitched the corner of her mouth, unable to get angry.

It wasn't such a serious matter.

Xia Qitong didn't laugh for long, before returning to his usual calm appearance, he explained to Sihuang in a low voice: "There is something hidden in my hair, be careful when touching it."

Si Huang's eyes flashed, and he put his hand on Xia Qitong's head unceremoniously.

Xia Qitong's hair is also soft and smooth, even if it is short, it is smooth and not sticky when touched, unless the tip of the hair sticks to the hand, it will feel a little itchy.

After touching it for a while, Si Huang found something that looked like an aluminum wire.

Xia Qitong's hands were tied behind his back, he turned around and took the aluminum wire, twisted the aluminum wire into the desired shape without using his eyes, and then inserted it into the keyhole of Sihuang's handcuffs.

After going in and out and twisting it again, after going back and forth three times, Sihuang heard a 'click', and the handcuffs were released.

She looked at Xia Qitong who was smiling like a spring breeze, and gave him a thumbs up.

Xia Qitong raised his hand, "Untie it for me."

Si Huang was not in a hurry, "You try to do it yourself?"

Xia Qitong was not angry either, he used the aluminum wire that had just been unlocked to pierce into the special rope that bound his hands, and he didn't know how he did it, the rope opened as soon as he blinked.

Si Huang felt that he should really look at this friend and confidant with admiration.

All this seems unexpected, and when you see it, you take it for granted.

Xia Qitong was, after all, the young boss of the wildfire team.

The Wildfire Group has always been a mysterious and powerful underworld organization.

It would be really strange if Xia Qitong didn't have some special ability to protect himself.

The hands of the two were free, and each of them released the shackles on their feet.

Xia Qitong smiled at Si Huang: "Now you can continue with your plan before my people come to rescue."

Si Huang glanced at the wound on his face, "That's the only way to go."

"Knock-knock--"

The door rang from the bridge inside, sounding rhythmically.

The four men guarding outside looked surprised and ignored them at first.

But the knock on the door was still ringing, the rhythm was steady, and it was very polite.

"Fuck! Knock what knock!?" A man pulled out a gun and opened the door at the same time.

Before the man who opened the door could react, he felt his eyes go dark, and the second before he passed out, he only remembered the sharp pain in his neck and the fact that the gun in his hand was snatched away swiftly.

Bang - bang!

Two gunshots sounded, accompanied by the muffled sound of the body falling.

Si Huang took care of the last person, saw the two fallen corpses, Xia Qitong, who had already looked over with a smile, and the shield he had just thrown away—the first comatose man.

Once again, I really realized what the young owner of the wildfire team should look like.

Si Huang calmly put away the weapon of the felled man, threw another gun to Xia Qitong, and continued to move forward.

This smuggling boat is almost full of people from Cui Zhenghuan and the others.

They made a lot of noise and couldn't escape the monitoring.

Choi Jung-hwan was digging out the secrets of the gossip, and suddenly received bad news from the people below.

"Where did you go?" Cui Zhenghuan immediately calmed down and asked his subordinates seriously.

The person who came to report put the tablet in front of him, so that he could get the latest information as soon as possible.

This tablet is connected to the monitoring system on the ship, and what Cui Zhenghuan sees now is the picture of Sihuang and Xia Qitong walking in the cabin.

Zooming in on the image, just at this moment, Si Huang in the video raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

This glance made Cui Zhenghuan stunned for a moment, and then realized that the other party could not see him. The reason why he felt this way was because Sihuang was looking at the camera in the cabin corridor at the moment.

In the picture, Si Huang pointed at the camera, turned his head and said something to the handsome man beside him, and Xia Qitong next to him also looked up at the camera and smiled at the camera.

Xia Qitong's appearance and demeanor were like those of an ancient modest gentleman, a rich, powerful and elegant man from a big family. His smile was also modest and polite, and one couldn't help but give him a polite response.

It's just that in this case, this polite smile looks weird.

Choi Jung-hwan cut off the big screen and operated it on the tablet to see the people who fell on the ground elsewhere.

The more beautiful a person or thing is, the easier it is to be a dangerous trap! ——This is the education Cui Zhenghuan received since he was a child.

Today he understood that this sentence is not only about women, it is equally useful for good-looking men.

Hand the tablet to the people around you, "Ready to round up."

"Their skills are too powerful, not only their skills, but also their marksmanship. It is very troublesome to catch people alive without hurting them." The man who caught the tablet was embarrassed.

There was a cruel arc on the corner of Cui Zhenghuan's mouth, and he said casually: "There is a saying in country Z that is good, just do a toast and don't eat fine wine! Since they won't stay well, they can break their legs and transport them over." He said He ordered: "As long as you don't beat him to death, the upper arms and legs are fine."