Chapter 472: Wuwu King's pattern! The figure of an old friend?!

On the march.

Su Yang received a secret letter from the Shadow Hall.

Opening it, he saw it written—People have arrived at the West City District factory area, no abnormalities for now.

Lin Yang leaned over to look, feeling puzzled: "Is this talking about... Yin Yun?"

Su Yang slowly crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it aside. "It seems the Qinglong Gang people have arrived."

"How did they know we were going to war today?" Lin Yang asked.

"Perhaps... the date was set by them?" Su Yang turned his head cryptically.

Lin Yang was stunned, but soon a sneer appeared on his face. "Those grandsons are really calculating, using every means to lead us into the trap."

"From a certain perspective, Wuwu King's visit was the first warning, and Yin Yun's departure was the final ultimatum. No matter how we choose, we have to step onto that battlefield in the end," Su Yang said.

"If we don't go, not only will we face Wuwu King's crusade, but they will also kill Yin Yun without mercy?" Lin Yang said in a low voice.

"Coercion and inducement, using hostages as shields, I have to say that guy's talent is really useful," Su Yang said.

Today's newspaper went on sale, and Su Yang closely followed the progress.

'Fraud progress: 50285/271487'.

"The momentum building results are not bad," Su Yang nodded secretly.

In the case of not being sure how many cards the other side has, having two more trump cards for himself can at least have some power to fight back.

Now Jinshan City is standing on four legs, and this dispute will finally come to an end at this moment.

The Qinglong Gang doesn't want to see the Six Harmonies Association grow wildly, and the warlord doesn't want to drag it out anymore.

And Li Yongfeng and others must make a break with Wuwu King.

Su Yang used a gold brick to pry human nature, breaking the calm of Jinshan City for decades.

The one-year deadline is just the time limit given by the game, but the players are unwilling to comply.

Only one month has passed since the game started.

Accustomed to the fast-paced game style, who would be willing to watch the competitor develop peacefully, and then have a life-and-death battle at the last moment?

Killing him while he is sick is the normal way for people to do things.

"What to do when we arrive?" Lin Yang asked.

"Hide the weapons and equipment now, and see how Wuwu King plays his cards," Su Yang said.

"I'll arrange it."

Su Yang looked around, and saw that the masses were all in a dazed state.

A march of thousands of people, when have they ever seen it?

"My goodness, what are they doing?"

"There's someone in the team I know, he's my nephew's classmate!"

"When did the South City District have such a large-scale organization?"

"It wouldn't be an army, right?"

"Fart army, look at their lazy appearance, where is there any discipline?"

Su Yang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. This villager was right.

It had only been two days since it was formed, so it really didn't look like soldiers.

After all, many people have small-minded thoughts, are content with small wealth, and perhaps the only rules they have ever touched in their lives were in the classroom.

Calling them soldiers is not appropriate; Su Yang thinks the word "bandit" is more appropriate.

The army marched, and it was unimpeded wherever it passed.

With Zhao Xian as the leader, the heroic appearance looked quite like it.

Until ten o'clock in the evening, everyone finally arrived at their destination.

Shun He Square in the West City District.

I saw that troops had been deployed here long ago, Wuwu King sat high on the stage, looking down at everyone.

Seeing Su Yang arrive, a strange smile appeared on his face after a long time.

"Gang Leader Su, you are late!"

Su Yang stood under the stage with an apologetic look: "Sorry, the brothers are not used to long-distance travel, and we rested several times on the way."

Wuwu King looked at the attire of this group of people, and his brows furrowed: "Empty-handed, you let them go to the battlefield empty-handed?"

Su Yang glanced at the well-equipped warlord people, and then looked at the large number of steel giants.

It is no exaggeration to say that the people he brought are a mob, without any momentum.

Seeing this, he shrugged helplessly: "Insufficient funds, being able to keep warm is already the limit."

Wuwu King looked at Su Yang quietly, and after a while, waved his hand. "Someone, bring the stuff!"

As soon as the words fell, a line of soldiers ran out of the ranks, carrying boxes one by one.

The boxes were opened, full of knives, guns, sticks, and iron shields.

"Seeing that you kept the appointment, I will pay for this money for you," Wuwu King said.

Su Yang sneered in his heart, really treating him like a three-year-old child?

Even if there were a few guns in the weapons and equipment he provided, he would respect him for having some pattern.

What does cold weapon mean?

Not even acting anymore?

Even if he was complaining in his heart, he still had to do the surface work.

Su Yang shouted: "Why don't you thank Wuwu King for his generosity!"

"Thank you, Wuwu King!" everyone shouted in unison.

Wuwu King nodded with satisfaction, reached out his hand and said: "Why don't you distribute it quickly, don't let that grandson Li Yongfeng wait too long."

After everyone had a weapon, Wuwu King waved his big hand again. "Break camp!"

"Boom..."

Tanks and armored vehicles drove out immediately, troop transport vehicles followed closely, and the momentum was enough to make people tremble.

In the past, I only saw it in newspapers, but now seeing it at close range, I couldn't help but be shocked.

"Don't be nervous, no matter what happens later, save your life, don't rush forward blindly, hear me?" Su Yang exhorted.

"Yes!"

Before coming, Zhao Xian had already done a pre-battle mobilization. At that time, people perfectly interpreted what it meant to be a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger.

The battle scene they imagined was a group of people rushing up with knives, guns, and sticks, while they were holding guns and sweeping.

However, after arriving, they realized that things were far from as simple as they imagined.

Su Yang ordered the guns to be put away, and now the only thing they could use was this thing less than one meter long in their hands.

The gap between before and after made people unacceptable.

Plus the warlord's equipment was sophisticated, it looked like a meeting between the three religions and nine streams and the regular army.

"Follow!" Zhao Xian shouted.

Everyone marched toward the factory area, while Su Yang walked at the end of the team.

However, at this time, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a figure.

Turning his head to look, he found that the figure had disappeared.

Huh?

Su Yang narrowed his eyes. Just that moment, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Lin Yang saw him motionless and looked over. "What's wrong?"

"Seemed to see the figure of an old friend," Su Yang said slowly.

"Who?"

"Guess I was dazzled, saw it wrong," Su Yang withdrew his gaze and followed the team.

Lin Yang looked carefully for two glances with suspicion, confirmed there was no movement, and shook his head.

After the army left, a person quietly walked out from behind the bushes.

He looked into the distance, his eyes mixed with complex emotions, and after a long time, he sighed quietly:

"Grown up after all..."

Staring for a long time, until he could no longer see the back, he left reluctantly.

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"Li Yongfeng, I'll give you one last chance, get out and surrender, otherwise I will never forgive you!" Wuwu King shouted with a big loudspeaker. ===== CHAPTER 473 =====