Chapter Fifty-Four: Blackberry Goia

  Back at the hotel, Song Gang was already waiting in the room, wiping his 'black iron knife'. Seeing Zhang Heng and Song Jiao open the door and enter, he stood up from the bed, nodded slightly, and although there was no expression on his face, his actions told Song Jiao about his respect for the boss.

  "Alright?" Zhang Heng waved his hand, indicating that he could just sit down, and since there were no outsiders around, who was this politeness for? Song had been out for half a day, and if he wasn't mistaken, he should have gone to probe the other party's bottom line. The three of them had just gotten off the boat when they were already being watched by the other side; it was likely that the killer had already found their way to their doorstep and been secretly taken care of by Song.

  Song Gang nodded, he didn't expect Zhang Heng to come, but since the boss was here, the chances of revenge should be higher.

  "Let's go, I still have things to do, I need to return to Huaxia, Hei Niang has already booked my ticket!" Zhang Heng didn't waste any words. Song Gang pulled out a large travel bag from under the bed, inside were firearms. They weren't brought from the island, they must have been bought from the nearby arms dealer when he went out earlier.

  Zhang Heng shook his head, indicating that he didn't need any, as he already had two 'Desert Eagles' on him, which was enough!

  Took up their weapons, one in front and two behind, they walked out of the hotel.

  In the suburbs, there is a European-style villa with an area of no less than ten hectares.

  "Boss, one of Wang's subordinates, a woman named Goya, is very formidable. Once, a Thai boxing champion challenged her and she beheaded him with three moves, bare-handed and using only her palm knife!" Suddenly, Song Gang spoke up outside the manor to remind Zhang Heng.

  "His wife?" Zhang Heng was taken aback.

  "That's right, Blackberry!" Song Gang nodded. He had also seen that woman before. She looked very beautiful on the outside, but hundreds and thousands of men had died at her hands. She was absolutely a ruthless character. His voice paused, then added: "Some people say that her master is the Southeast Asian black widow nun, Nai'er."

  "Nanyang sorcerer?" Zhang Heng rubbed his chin, smiling nonchalantly and said: "Nanyang actually has a sorcerer? I thought it was just a rumor!"

  Song Gang said seriously: "Boss, the sorcerer is very famous in Southeast Asia. Some people would rather provoke a fugitive than offend that group of people. In Nanyang, even the king fears the sorcerer three points. It's evil and must be prevented!"

  Nanyang geomancer? Sounds interesting, now Zhang Heng is like a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, let alone geomancers, whoever comes won't be feared. It's just that he hasn't found someone who can match him yet!

  "Then let's go meet this expert!" Zhang Heng smiled, and somehow his hands had acquired two hand grenades, which he tossed towards the entrance of the mansion.

  Boom! Two loud explosions, and the gate was blown open!

  Song Jiao's eyes widened, and Song Gang subconsciously rolled his eyes. Too reckless! This is someone else's territory, and they're just openly killing their way in? The two siblings had originally planned to sneak up on their enemy, but they hadn't expected their boss to be so bold, launching a direct attack on the front gate!

  "Go!" Zhang Heng walked into the manor with a cold face, carrying the Desert Eagle in his hand!

  Song Jiao's little heart was suddenly shocked, and she couldn't help but say that her boss now looked very domineering, very masculine, and that aura of dominance was extremely attractive to her!

  Taking a deep breath, Song Jiao held a micro-charge in her hand and stood on the left side of Zhang Heng, while Song Gang stood on the right side.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Zhang Heng's marksmanship, although not specially trained, can still achieve a hundred meters within the range of no empty shots and every shot hits the target. This is due to the aura in his heart or the feeling of demonic energy!

  "Boss, your marksmanship is pretty good!" Song Jiao looked at Zhang Heng, a hint of a smile appearing on her face for the first time.

  "This is nowhere near over... damn it!" Zhang Heng's body leaned back, dodging a bullet that grazed his cheek, leaving a shallow blood mark. Without taking care of Song Gang, he directly hugged Song Jiao and rolled to the side. "There's an ambush!"

  Song Jiao was being held by Zhang Heng, her body was a bit stiff, but soon softened. With an expressionless face, she said: "Let me go!"

  Zhang Heng rolled his eyes, cursed in his heart, and thought it was really cold. He was kind enough to help him! Let go of what you let go of, but with ill intentions, he touched some private parts!

  "Boss, can't you be serious for once?" Song Jiao said coldly.

  "I've always been serious!"

  Song Jiao got up and ignored him, quickly running towards the villa in front. Song Gang had already passed by, with a physical strength that exceeded special forces by twenty times, making the speed of the two siblings not inferior to the world short-distance running champion. The threat from the ambush was not great for the two!

  Zhang Heng stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his body!

  When he entered the villa, Song's two siblings were confronting a group of people. What surprised Zhang Heng was that he saw Huang Dahai, the fat man, here again.

  "Wang Hu, my father and brothers all died at your hands. Today is the day you pay for their lives in blood!" Song Jiao said, her eyes red as she stared at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

  Next to the middle-aged man stood a petite woman, who was no more than 1.5 meters tall and looked like she was under 25 years old. She had an ordinary appearance, but her big, bright eyes were particularly striking, as if they could speak, filled with a charming spring-like quality.

  Wang Hu's face wore a cold smile as he sized up Song Jiao, his eyes gleaming with lust. He sneered and said: "Song family's niece, you've become even more beautiful after all these years, haha! Later, uncle will treat you well and let you taste the flavor of a man." Turning to look at Song Gang, his face darkened: "You two siblings have delivered yourselves to my doorstep, saving me the trouble of searching for you. Heaven has no road that you wouldn't take, and hell has no door that you wouldn't enter. You've made things easy for me!"

  Huang Dahai came to discuss business with Wang Hu, but unexpectedly ran into Zhang Heng here, and was suddenly stunned. Zhang Heng smiled and winked at the other person, then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man called Wang Hu, who was absolutely under fifty years old, not tall in stature, and gave people a sense of yin-yang, which did not match his name at all.

  I don't know what he relies on, but between his eyebrows and eyes, he actually doesn't have a bit of fear towards the Song siblings who came to kill him. This piqued Zhang Heng's interest!

  "Go, Goya, go and kill that little brat. As for the Song family's daughter, let our brothers enjoy her first, then break her limbs and throw her outside to entertain guests. There are countless people who want my life, King Tiger's life, but I'm still alive and well, aren't I?"

  "Little handsome, you can't blame me, it's you who came to seek death yourself!" Go Ya, that was the petite woman standing behind Wang Hu. No wonder her nickname is "Black Raspberry"!

  Goya stopped three meters in front of Song Gang and said with a hint of a smile: "If you're a man, throw away the gun in your hand, I'll give you three moves!"

  Song Gang's face turned cold, he threw the micro-charger in his hand to the side and drew out the 'Black Iron Knife' from behind his back.