Moreover, the underworld is shameless after all. When you use this "ghost howling" thing on the night, you will increase your exposure and cause trouble for yourself.

Wealth and honor are sought in danger, but Xie Wendong has to admit that although this trick used by the Qing Gang is simple, it is indeed very useful.

"How is Dongxu?" Xie Wendong asked again.

Liu Bo: "The Lord Dong Hall is fine, because he was not within two or three meters of the range of deafness caused by the loudspeaker, but he was temporarily deaf. After escaping from the Qingbang Hall for a while, he had recovered some of his hearing."

"Well, let him bring people back. We lost the battle between Qing Gang Hall." Xie Wendong put the chess piece on the chessboard and ordered Liu Bo: "Old Liu, let go of some wind and say that we are interested in exchanging the captives in our hands with the Qing Gang. The losses of the Qing Gang are much more serious than ours. Let the Qing Gang come to us on his own initiative, so that we can have more initiative."

"I understand, Brother Dong. Do we play the remaining two cards?"

"The plan has changed. Let's not be in a hurry first, let's see what the situation is."

"yes."

After having a brief conversation with Xie Wendong, Liu Bo hurriedly left the room and went on a busy day.

After several hours of intense negotiations, the two sides finally reached a consensus and exchanged two thousand prisoners, totaling about four thousand.

According to statistics, there are more than 200 brothers who are permanently deaf, and more than 700 are injured in hearing to varying degrees. Most of the remaining people are temporarily deaf, and they will be fine if they rest.

Although the final result was better than Liu Bo expected, the battle last night was still considered a crushing defeat.

Liu Bo reported the news to Xie Wendong, and Xie Wendong personally called the experts from Galaxy Laboratory to ask them to think of a solution to see if they could restore their brothers' hearing.

The bad news is that hearing loss is an irreversible behavior, and in other words, it is impossible for people who are completely deaf to recover by artificial actions.

The good news is that the Medical Devices Department, a subsidiary of Galaxy Laboratory, developed the world's most advanced hearing aids a year ago. These hearing aids are only the size of soybeans, waterproof and sweat-proof. As long as they are stuffed into the ears, they can be no different from ordinary people, and they will not affect normal life or beauty.

In this way, Xie Wendong was a little relieved.

In fact, it is not difficult to break the enemy's "noise array". Just stuff a bunch of cotton into your ears. However, after yesterday's battle, both sides were seriously injured. At least one week, they could not launch a decent offensive.

During this period, Xie Wendong was also tired of fighting in the war, so he simply left here temporarily and went elsewhere to relax. While relaxing, he could also consider some issues related to the Qing Gang more clearly.

Xie Wendong's injuries were relatively milder than others. After taking the special medicine, he could barely go down to the ground.

He didn't bring too many people, but he was actually no one to take. All the generals around him were injured, and even the Five Elements were sent to the Galaxy Laboratory in the United States to recuperate. Zhang Yating was in Moscow and only brought six tours with him and several smart and capable white blood brothers.

He returned to the place where he gave birth to him and raised him, and returned to the school at J City No. 2 Middle School, where he came to regain his memories of youth and relax.

In a blink of an eye, Xie Wendong hadn't been here for sixteen or seventeen years.

The school is still the same as before, and the convenience store, fruit stall, and ice cream shop in my memory are still there, but the billboard has been replaced with new ones.

The sycamore trees on both sides of the school gate are taller and stronger than when they were in school.

They were shaking the branches in high spirits, welcoming Xie Wendong back in a different way. Seeing them, Xie Wendong threw all his worries behind him.

When Xie Wendong came, it was during class and the door was closed. If you want to enter, you must open the door of the communication room.

Xie Wendong walked up and found that the communication room was watching the door of the old man, who was the old man who was in school before. The old man was lying on the table, dozing, his hair was much grayer and his wrinkles were deeper than before.

It’s no wonder that the little guys of the past have grown into the world’s number one underworld, let alone him. Seeing him, the beautiful memories of school rushed in like fountains.

"Bang bang bang" Xie Wendong gently buckled the glass of the transmission room with his fingers and said softly: "Uncle, wake up, wake up."

The old man didn't really fall asleep, he was just pretending to sleep. When he heard someone calling him, he quickly raised his head and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Xie Wendong was about to say that he was a student of this school and wanted to go inside. Unexpectedly, the other party said in surprise: "You...you are Xie Wendong, oh, you have grown up so big."

Now, let alone being stunned by the Sixth Tour, even Xie Wendong was surprised.

I have been away from school for more than ten years and my appearance has changed a lot. Not many people should know me. Unexpectedly, this old man recognized me at a glance and called out his name. How could this not surprise me?

Xie Wendong said in surprise: "Uncle...you remember my name"

The old man smiled and said, "How can you not remember? You little guy was the best in the school at the beginning, but later he got a bad gang. I heard that he always went to fight with people and finally got into a third-rate high school. He was also young and ignorant and went astray. Alas, but knowing that he could correct his mistakes is a good kid. Judging from your current appearance, it is not a good thing, what job is you doing?"

Xie Wendong smiled dryly. If he told the old man, he would not only not get out of the "astraight path", but instead fell deeper and deeper. I don't know what he felt.

"Thank you for your praise. I have opened a small company myself and can earn one million or eight hundred thousand a year. Let's make do with it." Xie Wendong was embarrassed and told a kind lie.

"Oh, you make so much money in a year. It's really a promising opportunity, it's not bad." After hearing this, the old man nodded repeatedly and praised Xie Wendong.

Xie Wendong smiled slightly and said to the old man: "Uncle, you see that I was in a hurry and didn't buy you a gift. This amount of money is to be filial to you, and to be filial to you, just thank you for your care and care back then."

Zhang Haiming next to him signaled to pull open his handbag, take out two stacks of cash from it, reach into the window, and put it on the old man's desk.

Seeing so much money, the old man immediately arrested him and came out of the communication room: "No, no, how can I ask for your money? You young people have a lot of expenses and have more money. I am an old man, and that little salary can be eaten and drunk, which is very good. Get it quickly, get it quickly..."

At the beginning, Xie Wendong didn't want it. He couldn't resist the old man's insistence and could only take back the money he gave it to himself.

After saying hello to the old man, Xie Wendong and his party entered J City No. 2 Middle School.

"Brother Dong, where are we going now?" asked Zhang Haiming, the leader of the four generals.

Xie Wendong helped his head, as if he remembered something: "I don't know where to go, so go to the playground for a walk."

Everyone nodded and followed Xie Wendong to the playground.

On the playground, several students in classes were taking physical education classes.

When Xie Wendong saw them, he seemed to see himself. He stood by with his hands behind his back, and was fascinated by the sight. This feeling was both innocent and wonderful.

"Hello, may I ask, are you Xie Wendong?" A voice came from behind Xie Wendong.

Xie Wendong turned his head and saw a young man about twenty-five or six years old walking towards him. Xie Wendong frowned, "It's not so evil, I haven't been here for more than ten years, and someone still remembers it."

The sixth tournament didn’t care about that many, so hurry up and stop the young man.
Chapter completed!