Bi Tingting looked at Xiao Bing, who was deep in thought. She said softly, "Brother Bing, you must have a lot of things to do tonight. I will go back to my room and won't bother you. If you need me, call me at any time. I will turn on my phone 24 hours a day for you. "
"I know, baby. You can go back first and sleep."
Bi Tingting looked at Xiao Bing and said, "You should also have a good rest."
"I will."
After Bi Tingting left, Xiao Bing's heart was heavy. Although Feng XIII would not attack Zhang Yizhi now, Mr. Zhang was not safe in Feng XIII's hands, which made Xiao Bing feel uneasy. In addition to Mr. Zhang, Xiao Bing was also worried about why Feng XIII had captured so many medical experts.
From the previous contact, although Feng XIII was very strong, he might not be as strong as Mr. Buddha. He was not strong enough to make people feel invincible like Mr. Buddha.
But Feng XIII was very cunning and ambitious. It could be seen from his previous layout. He had calculated everything. If Xiao Bing had not lurked in his home, he might have devoured not only the God's blood, but also the 64 Internal Dans. Then his strength would probably be much stronger than now.
Although Feng XIII was terrible, Xiao Bing was not discouraged. Instead, since it had happened, he had to find a way to face it. Xiao Bing was now full of fighting spirit. This might be the best touchstone he could get before the battle with Buddhism.
Xiao Bing suddenly opened the window of the room and jumped directly from the upstairs. He jumped several floors down and landed lightly on the ground.
After landing on the ground, Xiao Bing walked forward step by step in the dark … Only when Xiao Bing was walking alone in a quiet environment, his mind was the most open and he would be calmer.
Xiao Bing suddenly thought of the scene when he was taken away by Monitor. At that time, he was still very young and was still in primary school. Although he was young, his body was much stronger than other children of the same age. He remembered that when he was in school, many classmates bullied him because he had no parents. They all scolded him as a child without parents.
Every time they bullied him, he would fight them with his life. At first, he was always beaten, but gradually, they were afraid of him. Although no one would shout "Xiao Bing, you are a bastard without parents", his heart was empty. Those words had long been imprinted in his heart.
At that time, he would think, "Why did my parents abandon me? Why did they abandon me? Is it because they think I am too weak? I want to be strong, so strong that one day no one dares to bully me. I want to be strong enough to protect everyone around me. More importantly, I want to be strong enough to regret that they have lost such an excellent child.
So, he met that man, the man he called Monitor.
Xiao Bing still remembered the situation that day. The tall middle-aged man suddenly squatted in front of him. At that time, he was much thinner and more energetic. He looked at him and said, "Think about it carefully, and then tell me, what is your biggest dream in this life?"
He was very young at that time, but after hearing this sentence, he immediately said without hesitation, "I want to be strong, I want to be excellent, I want no one to bully me, I want those who abandoned me to regret …"
It sounded like a child's nonsense, but Monitor's tone was so serious. He asked so seriously, "How strong do you want to be?"
"The strongest in the world!"
The look in Monitor's eyes seemed to have changed at that time. He looked at him very seriously, then took his hand and said very seriously, "Then you can come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"Don't ask, but I can make you stronger. One day, you will become the strongest in the world. Do you want to go with me?"
"Okay, I will go with you."
"You are willing to pay any price?"
"I am."
From then on, Xiao Bing began the road of learning. Monitor arranged many teachers for Xiao Bing, all of whom were the world's top teachers of various subjects, including music, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs. There were many things that even the teachers in the school did not have. Xiao Bing also had enough talent, and more importantly, he had enough hard work. He worked too hard.
The sun at four o 'clock in the morning? It was a joke. Most of the time, Xiao Bing had already gotten up at three o 'clock in the morning.
Xiao Bing took a long breath and muttered to himself, "What was my original dream … I almost forgot it. No, I can never forget. The strongest in the world … Feng XIII, let's start with you first."
The fire in Xiao Bing's heart was burning wildly. A smile appeared on his face. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called Bi Tingting. He said calmly, "Tingting, help me ask for a leave tomorrow. I will be back in about three days."
"Okay." Bi Tingting asked, "Brother Bing, you have to come back safely."
"I know. This time I am going out to arrange some things. What's more …" Xiao Bing smiled, "No one in this world can kill me. I am the strongest in the world."
The real strong were conceited, but Xiao Bing would not be the slightest bit careless. He despised the enemy strategically and paid attention to the opponent tactically.
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Bing came back. At this moment, Xiao Bing seemed to have improved again. His state of mind had improved, and the breath of the whole person had become more stable and powerful.
At this moment, his state of mind had returned to the past, returning to its original simplicity.
At four o 'clock in the morning, Xiao Bing arrived at the airport. After passing the security check, he began to wait to board the plane. The plane took off at six o' clock. Before boarding the plane, Xiao Bing received a call from Monitor. On the phone, Xiao Bing learned that Zhang Yizhi's family was not in danger. Everyone was knocked unconscious, including Feuillet. When they were woken up by the National Security Agency, they found that Zhang Yizhi was not in the villa.
Presumably, Feng XIII did not dare to kill Zhang Yizhi. Zhang Yizhi was so old. If he was stimulated and died, Feng XIII's efforts would be in vain. However, Zhang Yizhi's wife was seriously ill because of this. Now she had been sent to the hospital, accompanied by her son and Feuillet.
Knowing that there were no casualties, Xiao Bing was relieved. As for Zhang Yizhi's serious illness, the hospital should be able to take care of her. In addition, her son was comforting her, so there should be no serious problems. Now the most important thing was to rescue Zhang Yizhi and the others as soon as possible.
At ten o 'clock in the morning, the plane arrived at Jingdu Airport. After leaving the airport, Xiao Bing booked a taxi. The taxi took Xiao Bing to an urban village near Jingdu at two o' clock in the afternoon.
Xiao Bing paid the taxi fare and walked to the cabin where Ear lived. He knocked on the door. Although Ear could not hear, he could sense the vibration of the door. Ear's voice came from inside, "Master, please come in."
Xiao Bing pushed the door open and walked in. Looking at Ear, who was sitting on the bed and wiping a dagger, he said, "Sir, I'm here."
"Is it because of Feng XIII?"
Xiao Bing was a little surprised and said, "How do you know?"
"It has already become so big. If I still don't know, the intelligence system is too bad." The Ear sighed and said, "Man, ambition can often destroy a person, it can destroy everything."
Xiao Bing said respectfully, "Sir, what you said makes sense. Ambition often makes a person lose his mind."
Ear sighed and said, "So, although Feng XIII is cunning and powerful, he is also a hero of his generation. Even Mr. Buddha was deceived by him. Now he has betrayed Buddhism, and even Buddhism can't do anything to him. But after all, he is not as good as Mr. Buddha."
"Oh?" Xiao Bing sat down on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that? I'd like to hear the details."
"You also understand the reason. As you just said, his ambition is too big, his desire is too strong, and he is too conceited. All of these have made him lose his mind. You see how powerful Buddhism is and how deep its foundation is. Feng XIII is far from being comparable to it. Even our Dragon Gate is a little weaker. But, since when did the Buddhist Sect wantonly capture the most important and authoritative figures of various countries like him? "
Ear continued, "Mr. Buddha is also very ambitious. Although I don't know what he wants to do, he has accumulated so many resources and still hasn't acted rashly. Only such a person is the most terrible. He has enough power to deter the world, but he won't act casually, and he won't make it a top priority for all countries to eradicate him. Such people often don't act, but once they do, they will be out of control. "
"Therefore, although Feng XIII is cunning, smart, and powerful, he is not your final opponent. He can only be regarded as a temporary whetstone for you. He will sharpen your knife and make it brighter."
Xiao Bing took a long breath, and his eyes sparkled. He smiled confidently and said, "Sir, you just said what I am thinking. If I can't even beat Feng XIII, and I can't even overcome him, then how can I lead the whole Dragon Gate? How can I become the two masters of the Dark World with Mr. Buddha? How can I compete with Mr. Buddha in the future? "
Xiao Bing's domineering aura could not be concealed at all. With a sense of heroism, he said confidently, "Sir, immediately launch all the intelligence systems and investigate the whereabouts of those who have been captured. Find out where Feng XIII is. I want to catch him, save those people, and find out the real secret about God's blood from him."
At this moment, in the Buddha Villa, Mr. Buddha was sitting on a rocking chair in the yard. He sat there lazily. The sun shone on his body and his mask. He smiled softly and said to himself, "Mr. Dragon, I hope you won't let me down."
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