Coming out of Broad Street, Zhang Yong keenly discovered that he was being followed.

It wasn't just one person who was following him. It was many people who were following him. They had already been arranged on both sides of the street. After he passed by, they followed him quietly.

The other party didn't seem to be hiding anything in particular. It seemed like he wasn't afraid that Zhang Yong and others would find out.

"Captain, there is an enemy!" Yang Zhi also noticed it.

"I saw it. Go back to Yin Mansion." Zhang Yong nodded, "Walk."

"Okay!" Yang Zhi immediately gave the order.

The group continued to move forward.

People kept following behind, and gradually more than 20 people gathered.

They followed suit.

But it's strange, there doesn't seem to be any intention to take action.

He was armed, but there were no signs of use.

Very strange feeling.

enemy?

friend?

Zhang Yong could not judge. He could only be vigilant secretly.

Yang Zhi and others quietly held the pistols at their waists and waited for Zhang Yong's order. However, Zhang Yong never gave the order to fire.

Who is following me?

Not Japanese invaders. Because there are no red dots to indicate. They are all white dots.

Do you want to use your own head to get bonuses? Probably not.

With so many people working together, how can you get the reward? How can you prove that you were the one who killed him? There has been internal strife for a long time.

so……

Deliberately look back at the other person.

As a result, the other party also looked at him straightly but did not speak.

eccentric.

Is there still such tracking?

For a moment, I mistakenly thought they were here to protect me...

"Squeak!"

Suddenly, a car rushed out from in front.

Extremely fast.

The brakes are very hard.

It rushed out like an arrow and stopped like hitting a wall.

Driving skills?

It's a convertible.

There was only one young man in the car.

Yang Zhi and others raised the Thompson submachine gun without thinking and fired at any time.

"etc!"

"etc!"

Zhang Yong suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

One of our own!

Tang Shengming!

It turned out that the person sitting in the convertible was Tang Shengming!

Breaking out in a cold sweat.

This Mr. Tang is really looking for death! He suddenly came out single-handedly!

Aren't you afraid that we might catch fire?

If anyone gets too nervous and pulls the trigger, the Tang family will probably lose this young master.

sweat……

"One of our own!"

"One of our own!"

Zhang Yong hurriedly shouted continuously, fearing that someone would get into trouble.

Suddenly I understood why the people who were following me were so strange. It turned out that they were all Tang Shengming's people.

They are tracking and protecting. So, there is no hostility.

The question is, Mr. Tang, can you say hello in advance? Don't play so naked, it's really easy to be beaten into a hornet's nest...

"Captain Zhang!" Tang Shengming waved to him.

The main theme is chic.

It seems that he is very satisfied with the effect of his appearance.

Don't worry about hundreds of holes being punched at all.

Zhang Yong quickly walked up and came to the convertible. He said slowly: "Master Tang."

"boarding."

"do what?"

"Take you for a ride."

"Sorry, I still have to perform a mission."

"Don't worry. I have enough people with me. The Japanese invaders can't do anything to you."

"this……"

"Okay, bring all your troops with you!"

"Thanks!"

Zhang Yong nodded.

He was indeed a little worried about something happening.

Afraid of death. It's inevitable. It's not that Tang Shengming would plot against him.

I was worried that Tang Shengming's men might not be used to the brutal battle. No matter when and where, I would still have peace of mind with my own people.

Tang Shengming called for people to arrange vehicles and let all Zhang Yong's men board the vehicles.

Only then did Zhang Yong sit in the passenger seat of the convertible.

"boom……"

"call……"

Tang Shengming stepped on the accelerator, and the convertible drove out.

The main focus is speed! Crazy!

Zhang Yong:……

Digging! What brand of car is this?

I glanced sideways. It looked like a Porsche?

Cowhide!

In this day and age, drive a Porsche.

Let’s not talk about the speed. In terms of wind, it is absolutely 100 points.

Envy...

Then he shook his head again.

Can't do it myself.

real.

Too high-profile. It's easy to get into trouble.
To be continued...