Zhao Yu gave Peter a detailed instructions and left the farm.

At this time, the sun was about to set on the horizon.

Originally, Zhao Yu did not intend to leave the farm for a short time to be safe, but since the incident happened to Tony, he, as a master, could not ignore it.

Although I knew Tony could escape safely in the end, Zhao Yu still had to get in...

After Zhao Yu left, Peter led Harry and others to practice boxing, guiding them one by one. For Harry, he had the inheritance of skills in his mind and made rapid progress in practice. However, the three girls had much more difficulties, and they just practiced routines and moves.

But for them, except Cindy, the other two may just be treated as fun.

Seeing that it was almost dark, Peter exhaled a breath that was visible to the naked eye and stood up.

"Harry," Peter stopped Harry, who was tired and sweaty, and said, "Let's just be here today."

Harry wiped his sweat and nodded: "I plan to move here early tomorrow morning to facilitate practice."

Peter smiled and said, "Okay! Let's go together tomorrow, I'll help you!"

After a while of rest, Harry and the three girls left the farm, halfway through, parted ways, and returned to their respective homes.

Jessica got out of Harry's car and walked alone on the deserted and dark streets, her feet stiff. Under a street light, a figure stood there quietly, and Jessica walked past.

The man turned his back to the street light, wearing a turtle-necked black windbreaker, and couldn't see his face clearly. When Jessica approached, he reached out and took out a small thing from Jessica's neckline, turned around and left.

Jessica, on the other hand, stood firmly under the street light. After a long time, she suddenly shook, and then she looked terrified. She screamed and fell to the ground. After a while, she rolled and crawled, and ran away in panic.

The figure in the turtle-necked black windbreaker did not go far away. He kept watching Jessica walk away, let out an unknown laugh, turned around and walked through an alley, got on a black sedan parked in the corner, fired, started, and went all the way.

The black sedan looks like a ghost, passing through Queens and finally entering an area on the west coast of Manhattan Island.

It's like a hand has two sides. Manhattan is bright and bright as the busiest area of ​​New York. But there is a place here that breeds the ultimate sin - this is Hell's Kitchen.

The black sedan entered Hell's Kitchen and stopped in front of a building. The man in a turtle-necked black windbreaker got out of the car and walked into the building.

The sturdy black suits standing at the entrance of the building seemed to have not seen this person, and each black suit was confused. The turtle-necked black windbreaker easily walked through the lobby on the bottom floor of the building and entered the elevator.

"Who is it?"

The luxuriously decorated house looked a little dim, and a very large-scale, obese bald middle-aged man was playing chess.

It's chess.

He has no opponent, he will follow him.

Hearing the movement, he had just said the word "Who is it?" and the door opened. The man in the turtle-necked black windbreaker walked in gracefully like a gentleman in the dark night.

"Kilgrave, don't pretend to be a gentleman, you're so rude!"

On the sofa next to the bald fat man, there was a small bald man. Compared to the big bald man, he was indeed a little petite. The little bald man was wearing tight black leather pants, a black T-shirt and a denim jacket on his upper body, and a thick necklace hanging around his neck. Most importantly, there was a sign on his forehead - three rings, ringed together, like a target.

"Leicester?"

Kilgrave, who was in a turtleneck windbreaker, let out a sarcastic giggle and his eyes fell on the little bald man: "As the master, Mr. Jin Bing didn't speak, what are you?"

"Or," he walked over slowly: "want to try my taste?"

Lester's pupils shrank: "Kilgrave, don't challenge my bottom line. I'm not afraid of your smell!"

"Okay."

At this moment, the big fat man Jin slapped on the board with a slap: "So, Mr. Kilgrave, what kind of good news have you brought to me?"

"The news you want, the news from the Ghost Farm." Kilgrave laughed sinisterly: "But Mr. Jin Bing, what price are you going to offer?"

"It depends on whether your news is worth it." Jin Bing picked up a cigar, and a servant next to him immediately lit it, but he didn't lit it three or five times. Jin Bing slapped the man directly to the ground, twitching all over, and he had less intake and more exhausted.

But none of the three people in the room cares.

"I only have that little interest in that little guy, you should know." Jin Bing lit the cigar himself and took a sip.

Kilgrave smiled and took out the little thing from Jessica from his pocket: "I haven't had time to listen to the micro recorder, Mr. Jin Bing, are you interested in listening first?"

Jin Geng reached out to signal.

Kilgrave pressed a little bit somewhere on the micro recorder, and then a clear sound came out of it.

"Treasure Seal...Black Jade Slips...Techniques...Devouring people's essence, energy, souls...Disasters for countless people...To look at the prison...Sucking a hundred people is no worse than you, sucking a thousand people...Billions of people in this world...can't allow it to exist..."

In the whole room, with the sound from the recorder, the three of them breathed heavily one after another.

"Bang!"

Kilgrave held the recorder sharply, turned it off, and then grabbed it hard in his hand. He looked at Jin and Bull Eye with a vigilant look, his muscles tightly tightly.

"Mr. Kilgrave, I didn't expect you to bring me such an unexpected news... Kung Fu, haha, it seems that the little guy can surpass ordinary people in a short time..."

Jin Bing slowly stood up, and his huge body, with extremely strong pressure, made Kilgrave take a step back. At the same time, the bull's eye went around to the other side of Kilgrave without any trace, blocking the direction of going out.

"It's very valuable. I'm willing to pay $10 million, how about it?"

Kilgrave giggled: "Mr. Jin Bing, is it too little for ten million US dollars? And, what do you want to do? I'm not afraid of you!"

Jin Bing laughed: "You are too nervous. You have extraordinary power, why bother nervous?"

"Hmph." Ziren snorted coldly: "My power is ineffective against you. Jinbing, your will is very tough and uncontrollable."

His eyes rolled drippingly, as if something was wrong, Jin Bing and Bull Eye were about to pounce on him. His mind quickly turned and suddenly said, "Mr. Jin Bing, you are too impatient."

Kim and looked at him.

"You have to know that the information is information, and it is still impossible to determine whether the thing can be obtained. Ghost Farm is not a Broadway mall. Although the owner of the farm has left, our little hero is still there! And we cannot determine whether that person has left any unpredictable means. What kind of treasure seal, I think Mr. Jin Bing didn't hear it? That person can make that little guy become so powerful in less than twenty days, hehe..."

Jin Bing stumbled slightly, then slowly sat down again: "You are right, Mr. Kilgrave. So, what about your thoughts?"

"cooperate!"

Zi Renyin smiled: "Before getting the thing, any conflict between us is meaningless. As for after getting the thing... Mr. Jin Bing, that is the martial arts..." He pretended to be mysterious: "You may not understand, but I know. Because of your entrustment, I have been following that farm for many days. Someone entering and leaving the farm has been controlled by me, and I know them very well. The martial arts are like a book, a kind of knowledge that anyone can read, and it is not limited to a certain person. After getting the thing, we share it, how about it?! And I know this farm very well, but you don't understand it, and it will benefit from it, right?"

Jin Bing pondered for a moment, nodded to the target eye guarding the exit of the room, and the target eye retreated to its original position.

"You convinced me, Kilgrave." Jin Bing said: "This is too sudden. We need a plan. Where did that person go? How long will it take to return? How strong is the defense of the Ghost Farm? How can we get that thing?"

"Where did that person go and how long it will take to return, it depends on yours, Mr. Jin Bing." Kilgrave breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The defensive power of the Ghost Farm is very mysterious. Anyone who enters it will involuntarily return to the original place in an illusion. I have tried it before, but I can't enter."

"What about guns?" Jin Bing's eyes flashed.

Kilgrave spread his hands and said, "I don't know."

"Just try." Jin Geng waved his hand: "Mr. Kilgrave, you can leave."

Kilgrave chuckled, "What about the plan? Mr. Jin Bing, you won't turn around and leave me alone, are you?"

Kim Bing laughed: "Of course not. As for the plan, I think I will customize it after I collect detailed information first."

"So...hehe, hope so."

After Zi Ren left, Bull Eye spoke: "Mr. Jin Bing, I think we should start first..."

Jin Bing waved his hand: "No rush. If this is true, then Kilgrave is more anxious than us, we just need to stare at him. As for that farm... it's not simple, let him step on it first, and then we..."

Bulleye grinned: "I understand."

Zi Ren was a little anxious and his steps were no longer gentlemanly.

The technique that could swallow flesh and blood and soul made his heart tremble. He seemed to see the excitement of seeing that after he obtained that technique, he was above the world and everyone became the animals he kept in captivity!

How wonderful that is!

He did not doubt its authenticity, the little guy and the mysterious power guarding the farm, and his desire for powerful twisted hearts all made him extremely believe it!

He took a deep breath and said to himself: "Only I, Kilgrave, are qualified to have such a technique, Jin Bing...hum!"

His eyes turned, he looked back at Jin Bingchao, turned around and left.

...

The next day, Harry moved to the farm.

This is inevitable in order to facilitate cultivation.

At this time, Zhao Yu had already arrived in Kabul, Afghanistan.

He wanted to take action himself and show his face in front of Tony, whether it was due to his responsibility as a master or to gradually break up the barriers of Tony.

Originally, Zhao Yu did not plan to leave the farm in a short time, but this time it was time to be necessary.

He would not miss any opportunity to let Tony return home. After all, he is his eldest disciple. If he parted ways in the future or even turned against him, this would be a failure for Zhao Yu.

Of course, Zhao Yu directly ignored the existence of the tight hoop curse.

Just two-pronged approach, one stick and one sweet date, this is the kingly way.

After getting off the plane, Zhao Yu exhaled a breath of turbid air.

As a practitioner, he has not yet cultivated to the point where he can fly without the gravity of the earth. Taking a plane is a hidden danger for him.

When I was on the plane, I always felt empty and felt a sense of crisis.

This is not surprising.
Chapter completed!