In order to celebrate the great victory, the Orange Yao Gang ordered the kitchen to set up a banquet for Song Beichuan and his group, and made several large tables together with good wine and meat.

Song Beichuan was also afraid that their food would not be enough, so he asked Sun Yaomin to share some of the food from the Zhuqing Gang to them for this banquet.

It was very lively at night, with stars in the sky, and people on the ground were walking freely on the streets. The roads were filled with stoves, making barbecue for a while.

The aroma of various meats permeates the air, and the tempting spice of chili cumin made people saliva. Tonight, all meat skewers are unlimited to be served to ensure that everyone can eat enough.

But wine is not good after all. Now that the winery factory is out of operation, it can be said that wine is equal to liquid gold. If you drink one bottle less, everyone who knows how to drink can only take one bottle and drink a few sips to satisfy their cravings. However, the number of people is too large, and seven or eight boxes will be at a loss in a short time.

It made Cong Mingyao feel distressed for a while. At this time, Song Beichuan slowly walked towards him and said, "Old Cong, don't continue to work alone. Don't think that my words are rude. The people in your hands are, first of all, there is no experience in war, and secondly, even if you have experience, the number of people is too small. You will definitely not be able to defeat the mountain of the Destruction Legion."

Cong Mingyao looked at the sky and said, "I know I can't beat them, so since Brother Wang Cheng died, I swallowed my anger and waited for the opportunity to take revenge. I know what you want to say. Do you want me to join your Hongyun Party? As long as you can avenge me, then Cheng Yao and I will all belong to you."

When he said this, under the lights, his eyes were full of sincerity. Song Beichuan felt that his man was not bad, a man who valued affection and righteousness, and he could not help but deepen his favor. Moreover, he was very smart, knowing how to be patient and judge the situation, and waiting for the opportunity.

Song Beichuan came to Shengtian City and was less than a week after joining and supporting two teams of Zhuqingtuan and Chengyao Gang. Although the number was not large, there were only seven or eight hundred people, most of them were ordinary people who did not understand combat skills.

However, even if these seven or eight hundred people are added, they may not be the opponent of the Destruction Corps. After all, the number of people is still very different. After preliminary understanding of the number of people in the Destruction Corps, it is at least about 3,000 people, and they are all combatable personnel.

After several rounds of expansion, Song Beichuan's Hongyun Party still has a large gap in military strength, but he never believed that the number of soldiers can determine the direction of the war. There are countless examples of how many soldiers win or less in history.

"Don't worry, I will never let every drop of blood flow in the Orange Ray Group in vain, and one day I will smash the Destruction Corps to pieces!"

From Mingyao standing beside him and looking at this energetic young man, he actually felt that this young man had an indescribable charm and a stunning pattern. Compared to Deng Xiong's pretending outfit, he looked more like a real king.

But he didn't say this. He was not a person who was willing to flatter him, but just nodded with a smile.

Song Beichuan was in the attic, leaning against the fence, holding a can of oolong tea in his hand. Looking at the cheerful crowd below, he couldn't help but feel sad.

Some people may have predicted it, but more people only enjoy the happiness they are now, but what Song Beichuan thought was that after the attack on the headquarters of the Destruction Corps, Deng Xiong would definitely find the whereabouts of the Zhuqing Group, and would definitely doubt whoever took these people in every force.

Maybe in a few days, maybe tomorrow, the people of the Destruction Corps will definitely turn the place upside down, but at this time, Song Beichuan's heart was not yet confident that he could completely defeat him.

Drink all the oolong tea in your hand in one sip.

At this point, no war will end in absolute victory.

He could only shake his head helplessly, say goodbye to Cong Yaoming, who was beside him, return to the room and go to bed for the time being, and make plans tomorrow.

However, the Corps of Destruction did not have any celebration. Deng Xiong lost the exquisite throne. Although there was still no joy or anger on his face, his subordinates knew that he must be furious in his heart, and he wished he could capture Song Beichuan and tear him to pieces now.

At this time, his five sons stood behind him and did not dare to speak. At this time, one of the young men looked at the other four and walked out alone.

He was the youngest son Deng Xiong recognized, named Zhang Yi, who was tall and tall, with extremely sharp eyes. With his face, he looked like a cheetah in the African grassland.

He walked up, landed on one knee, and said, "Father, the Zhuqing Gang disappeared and it would be impossible for him to escape from Shengtian City. I think it is very likely that other forces have taken them in. Among them, the most suspected one is the Orange Yao Gang, which has the deepest hatred of us!"

Zhang Yi was a little smart. After careful consideration, he even guessed it.

After hearing him, Deng Xiong slowly spread his frowning brows and said with a smile: "What you said makes sense. Until tomorrow, you will personally lead a team of people to the Chengyao Gang to take a look."

After that, everyone dispersed, and Wang Kui said to Zhang Yi: "Fifth, if you meet someone named Song Beichuan, you must be more careful. This person is too smart and has a bad stomach, so you have to be careful."

Of course, Zhang Yi would not listen to him. Instead, he thought to himself, if you are defeated in his hands, will everyone be defeated in his hands? He is so good at giving himself a step.

However, he still agreed well, and he didn't take Song Beichuan seriously in his heart. He just wanted to catch him and bring him here so that he could find credit.

The next morning, Zhang Yi took more than 100 people in his hand and drove a few cars to the base camp of the Orange Yao Gang.

When they arrived at the door, they got out of the car one after another, and shouted loudly: "Is anyone there? Is there anyone who breathes!"

After a while, the door slowly raised up. Cong Yaoming walked out with a smile and hurriedly said, "I have no choice but to welcome you, and I have no choice but to welcome you!"

Seeing Cong Yaoming's smile on his face, Zhang Yi was too lazy to pay attention to it, so he led his men and walked in slowly.

As he walked, he asked Cong Mingyao arrogantly and said, "Do you know this person Song Beichuan?"

Cong Mingyao didn't hesitate at all and immediately said, "No, I've never heard of it!"

Zhang Yi stopped, looked straight into his eyes and said, "Where are the people in Zhuqingtuan? Did you hide them?"

From Mingyao didn't dodge his eyes at all, and just said, "No, how could I accommodate so many people here?"

Seeing that his eyes were firm and not like he was lying, Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Haha, I'm joking."

"Fifth Prince, we have already paid full food this month. I wonder what instructions will we have for coming this time?"

Zhang Yi was still worried and said, "It's nothing. The king feels that it's not peaceful recently. A group of people came from another city and asked me to search everywhere. This is also the king's order. I can't do anything to offend me."

After saying this, he waved his hand and everyone under him took action and searched around.

At this moment, the hanging door suddenly fell down, making a huge sound, causing everyone to look back.

I saw a strong man with a beard holding a machete in his hand and chopped off the rope.

When Zhang Yi was about to question Cong Mingyao what was going on at this time, he turned his head and found that others were gone. At this moment, he was yelling in his heart that something was wrong.

"I've been trapped! Brothers, come out with me!" He took out his pistol and shouted at everyone.

At this moment, a black shadow slowly walked out of the corner. No matter how far you were, you could notice his bright eyes, his high nose bridge, and his petal-like lips at a glance.

Zhang Yi had also heard people describe the person's appearance and couldn't help but exclaim: "Song...Song Beichuan?"

He smiled slowly, revealing his white teeth, and said, "I seem to be very famous now."

"Brothers! Kill him quickly!"

Song Beichuan shook his head and said, "Don't be so stubborn. If I dare to come out now, it proves that I am fully confident. If you don't believe me, please see."

He patted his hands gently, and saw that the windows of the surrounding houses were opened one after another, and a gun was stretched out from it. The dark muzzle was pointed at Zhang Yi and his group. As long as Song Beichuan gave the order, these people would be beaten into a pool of minced meat by bullets.

How could Zhang Yi not be afraid when he saw this situation? He recalled Wang Kui's words at this time and must be careful of Song Beichuan, but he didn't listen at the beginning, which led to the evil consequences today.

"If you kill me, my father will definitely lead someone to kill you!"

"It seems like you recognize that your father will not kill me now. The Liangzi has already formed a battle. Either he dies or I die. If you want to live for a while, give up resistance and surrender obediently."

Zhang Yi knew that he had lost and lost very badly, so he hung his head helplessly and threw the gun in his hand to the ground.

His men were used to committing evil in Shengtian City. At this time, they seemed to have eaten a dead fly and held their anger in their chests. However, since their boss surrendered, there was no need for them to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Throw all the weapons on his body on the ground.

Seeing that they performed well, Song Beichuan nodded with satisfaction. Xu Xiaodong, who was standing at the door, picked up all their weapons and hung them all over.

Afterwards, a few people from the Orange Ray Group walked out, holding ropes in their hands, and tied them tightly.

Cong Mingyao came out from somewhere at this time and said to Song Beichuan: "This Zhang Yi is the fifth son accepted by Deng Xiong. Should I keep it or not?"

Zhang Yi just heard this and said, "Song Beichuan! You don't talk about credibility! You said you'll be around my life!"

Song Beichuan nodded and said, "Clog his mouth."

Then he slowly walked to him and said, "I won't kill you, it doesn't mean no one will kill you, please understand. Take it for me!"

Zhang Yi's mouth was tightly stuffed with a rag, and he had to open his helpless and fearful eyes, full of fear of death.

The members of the Orange Ray Group gave thumbs up to the young man in their hearts. This was the only case in their impression that the Destruction Corps was defeated, and they also realized that the Destruction Corps was not invincible.
Chapter completed!