Hacheng, the snow is flying.

At night, the lights were on, and an unremarkable Audi car slowly drove into a remote manor on the outskirts of Harbin.

The manor does not look distinctive, but it occupies a very large area, comparable to a municipal park, with mountains, waters and large forests.

There are 18 buildings inside the manor, each of which is heavily guarded, with trees, upstairs, and guard towers, and there are many gunners with live ammunition.

This is the headquarters of the Thirteen Leagues, Zhao's Palace.

Audi passed through three checkpoints before and after, each of which needed to be carefully inspected to confirm that there was no danger before it was released into the Zhao Family Mansion.

After entering the manor, Audi's speed was even slower. After passing through a large area of ​​magnificent buildings, it slowly stopped in front of a row of Russian-style houses.

The car door opened and a tall young woman wrapped in a black coat got out.

She took off her flat glasses and looked at the nearby guards, and then looked at a small building at the east corner of the manor, her beautiful eyes were hot.

Although Xiaolou looked old, she lived with someone who was loyal to her for a lifetime.

"Miss Chen!"

The black-clothed woman tightened her coat tightly, and then walked towards Xiaolou, her leather boots crackled, her aura was strong, and she looked like a proud and noble queen.

She walked past the respectful guards without squinting her eyes, her arrogance and coldness made them afraid to look.

Several bodyguards cautiously walked around her inside, but quickly stopped in front of the first yard.

"Miss Chen!"

Seeing the black-clothed woman appeared, the ten gray-clothed elders in the inner courtyard bent over to greet her, obviously all knowing her status in the 13th League.

A woman in black nodded rarely, but her extremely beautiful face was cold and frosty. When a man saw her like this, most of them were lustful and daring.

When she was about to step in, a man in a Chinese tunic came out and spoke respectfully:

"Xiu Concubine, please wait a moment, the leader is calling."

The middle-aged man looks in his forties, but he looks very mature and steady, and his hair is meticulously combed, giving him a vigorous look.

"it is good!"

The woman named Chen Xiufei was slightly startled, and then she stopped quietly in response to a soft voice and waited quietly in the lobby of the courtyard.

She knew very well in her heart that even though she was regarded as being highly regarded by Zhao Wuji, she was still a division of the Thirteenth Allied Army, but there were some things she couldn't go beyond the rules.

The middle-aged man smiled and asked: "Xiu Concubine, have you eaten? If not, I will ask someone to prepare an extra and you will have dinner with the leader."

Chen Xiufei shook her head for a while, and then said flatly: "Thank you Uncle Shentu, I have already eaten it."

She actually hadn't eaten yet, and received news of the death of the five heavenly kings. She also received Zhao Wuji's instruction to summon her, so she came to the headquarters as soon as possible.

But she was really not in the mood to eat at the moment.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Understood."

While waiting, Chen Xiufei asked hesitantly: "Uncle Shentu, the leader should know the news? How is he now?"

"He knew it for the first time and watched the video. It was very sad and painful. After all, that was the talent he spent tens of billions of dollars on."

Shentu sighed lightly: "Also, the leader has long regarded Li Shang and them as his own children. In the past, the leader of Mu Xiu died, and the leader was extremely sad."

"Five people died this time, or the ship capsized in the gutter, how could the leader not be sad?"

His eyes were also perplexed: "The eight heavenly kings have all died, and the strength of the Thirteen Leagues has dropped by two levels. It is uncomfortable to think about it."

Concubine Chen Xiu sighed: "We underestimated Longmen, Shangguan Xiaozhi, and Ye Tianlong."

Shentu's eyes were shining with a faint light: "It's a pity that life is like a chess, and there is no regrets about it."

"Ding--"

At this moment, the earphone in Shentu's ear moved, and then he dispelled the melancholy, and invited Chen Xiufei in with his hand: "Xiu Fei, come in."

At the same time, he gently patted his hands to let people bring Zhao Wuji's dinner, carefully taste a part, and then personally send it in after confirming that there is no toxin.

This dedication and dedication made Chen Xiufei respect.

After Chen Xiufei passed through a deep corridor, she stepped into a two hundred square meters hall.

There was no heating or stove in the hall. Instead, there were windows openings on both sides, and the evening breeze poured in, filling the hall with chills.

Chen Xiufei subconsciously tightened her shirt, but soon stopped the action.

"Xiu Concubine, are you here?"

A deep voice came from the window, and then a middle-aged man turned around: "Does it feel cold? Turn on the heater when it feels cold."

"I turned off the heat, extinguished the fire, and opened the windows, just to clear my mind."

He slowly walked towards Chen Xiufei from the secret, "I don't know if there are too many things recently, or if my mind is old, things have been handled in a mess."

"Today, the lives of my five sons were buried, so I opened the window and left the pavilion cold. Without the warmth of boiling a frog in warm water, the whole person is really sober."

He turned on the heater himself, and then motioned to Chen Xiufei to sit down: "I really regret that I didn't open the window to see the world earlier."

At this time, Shentu also brought up the dinner, an iron tray with three catties of mutton, two catties of beef, and a large stack of pancakes.

The food is warm, with aroma and oil dripping, which makes people very appetizing.

"Leader, I am not cold, I can bear it."

When Zhao Wuji sat down and picked up the knife and fork to start the meal, Chen Xiufei also picked up the wine bottle and poured him vodka: "You have to pay attention to your body."

"Although opening the window can make you clear-headed, you must pay attention to keep warm. What if it freezes? That's not worth the gain."

"Compared to Lishang's killing, the leader's body is more important."

Her red lips lightly opened: "You are here, the Thirteen League is there, if you are not, the Thirteen League will collapse..."

"You said, if I be more cautious, or don't rush for quick success, thinking of solving Ye Tianlong once and for all..."

Zhao Wuji put a piece of beef into his mouth, with a look of loneliness: "Aren't they going to die in Li Shang?"

Chen Xiufei shook her head: "Leader, don't blame yourself, Li Shang and they were killed. This is something that no one can predict."

"Your strategy is absolutely correct."

"The five heavenly kings attacked together to kill Ye Tianlong to avenge Mu Xiu, and then kill the backbone of Longmen such as Heihu, so that Yaocheng could return to our hands."

Chen Xiufei sat up straight: "Your deployment can withstand scrutiny and is the best way to solve the problem."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were sad: "The best way...but why did we fail in the end?"

Chen Xiufei bit her lip to relieve her: "This is just an accident."

"The five heavenly kings can join forces and can almost walk sideways throughout China. Killing an 8-rank Ye Tianlong is definitely more than enough."

"It's just that we didn't expect that Ye Tianlong had already broken the ninth rank, pretending that his grandson would not be revealed, and preemptively killing the underestimated Mieyang."

She sighed faintly: "It's not that Li Shang and them are too incompetent, but Ye Tianlong is too cunning."

Although these words were aspirational to others, Chen Xiufei didn't feel it was a shame. At this age, she was only Grade Nine, and Ye Tianlong was indeed too enchanting.

This is as shocking as a small African country with millions of people suddenly pulled out an atomic bomb.

Zhao Wuji didn't speak any more, just nodded, and put another piece of beef into his mouth.

Concubine Chen Xiu showed the reason she should have: "Helper, we are now grief-stricken and their deaths have little meaning."

"The Eight Heavenly Kings are dead, the combat effectiveness of the Thirteen Leagues has plummeted, and the morale of the Dragon Gate has skyrocketed. In addition, Ye Tianlong, a ninth-rank master, is pressing down."

"The Thirteenth League is now in a critical situation, and we must take measures to deal with it, otherwise it will be easy to lose ground."

Without the five major bargaining chips of Lishang, the thirteen league's confidence is reduced by half.

"I know this."

Zhao Wuji recovered his calm: "This is also the main reason why I called you back to the headquarters."

Chen Xiufei's eyes lit up: "Does the leader have a good plan?"

"Hey--"

Zhao Wuji picked up the meat cutter, got up and walked to the wall map, and then made a sharp stroke on the north side.

The map was cracked and the walls were splashed with dust.

"Three days later, you go to Ye Tianlong."

Zhao Wuji's voice is threatening from the depths: "Cow land, pay compensation, and seek peace!"