Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 135: The Demon Plough Headquarters
"Quick say!" zhou Fan urged to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man broke out in cold sweat, feeling his legs still trembling. How not, all four of his fellows who had cultivation on par with him were finished off in one move. That kind of thing is not something ordinary people can do.
Gluey!
While gulping his saliva the middle-aged man set his breath. There was no other choice but to say the whereabouts of their headquarters. Death is the most frightening thing.
"Our headquarters is on Rote Island, still the territory of Dianlan City. It's about fifteen miles from the shore." The middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Fan's face, when he saw dissatisfaction, he quickly continued his words.
"This island is very easy to find, because there are so many coconut trees, even every inch of soil there overgrown with coconut trees." Once again the middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Fan, a sigh of relief rang out as he made sure his answer was satisfactory.
For some time Zhou Fan was silent, giving no response. But the middle-aged man could not stand it, as if he was holding back urination when he looked at Zhou Fan. The hope is to be able to leave this place as soon as possible.
"Sir, I have said everything you need. Get this old man away?" Finally he ventured to say after delaying for quite a while.
Zhou Fan glanced at a glance, then shook his head. "Not until you show us the way, take us there."
The man immediately broke into a sweat hearing Zhou Fan's words. It was impossible for him to bring the enemy to pay a visit to the hideout headquarters, he could die horribly at the hands of his chairman.
This is obviously a difficult choice, like eating fruit simalakama no choice makes him avoid the problem.
"Why shut up, don't you want to show me where the base is?" Zhou Fan raised next to his brows, making the middle-aged man shake his head quickly.
"No sir no sir, I'll show you." The middle-aged man thought his life was more important, the matter of dealing with his chairman, he could think of that matter when apart from this man
Zhou Fan glanced back, Yin Cun got up and stood up with some injuries on his body. "Fuck you, now you know what it's like to be scared?!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth in annoyance. If there was no help, this man's life would be in his hands.
Ughhhh...
Yin Cun grimaced, raising her head. "That hurts," he lamented to Zhou Fan.
"If you don't shut up, I'll push it harder."
Hearing Zhou Fan's threat, Yin Cun pulled over her body, hiding the wound behind both hands.
Zhou Fan turned back to the middle-aged man, "Now show me where the headquarters is located!"
The middle-aged man nodded quickly, then took Zhou Fan back to the shore.
"Master, we need a ship."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhou Fan squinted his eyes. "Ciu San, Zhi Long, you look for a ship. Maybe around the coast you'll get it."
The two Twin Axes nodded, then scattered in search of the ship. Zhi Long moved to the right, while Ciu San moved to the left.
For some time Zhi Long returned, looking from his nesky face Zhou Fan could guess if he did not get the ship. But they still have hope, but what is expected is not to come.
"Where is your brother?" zhou Fan asked Zhi Long.
Zhi Long shrugged both of his shoulders, he really did not know where Ciu San was.
Zhou Fan clucked in annoyance, Ciu San had left for quite a while but had never returned. "Zhi Long, you're looking - "
"Young master!"
Just now Zhou Fan was going to have Zhi Long look for his twin brother. But from the beach a scream was heard. They averted their eyes, seeing a man standing on the boat waving his hand.
Zhi Long covered his face, while Zhou Fan shook his head.
"Young master, I've got the ship." Ciu San once again shouted and the ship got closer.
Zhou Fan jumped, although the distance was still quite far not a problem at all for a cultivator like him.
Yin Cun followed Zhou Fan, as did Zhi Long and Zhou Jim. Not to forget the middle-aged man who did not dare to run away, he realized he would not be able to run even if he wanted to, so the only hope was to follow whatever Zhou Fan said.
"You, show me the way." Zhou Fan pointed at the middle-aged man who was directly approaching the place of the ship's captain.
The ship departs, heading for the rote-headquarters island of the stealth plow.
The ship is not big, it can even be said to be small and only fit for a dozen people. However, it was more than enough to escort Zhou Fan as well as the others towards their destination.
Time passed and the ship landed on an island filled with coconut trees. Indeed, as explained by the middle-aged man, almost every inch of the island has a coconut tree.
The ship waited there, while Zhou Fan and the others descended. "Where's the base?"
Rote Island was not a small island, without clues it would take a long time to search for the existence of the stealth plow headquarters.
The middle-aged man hesitated a little while pointing the way, he was still worried about what his fate would be if he were to face off against the group of stealth plows. Moreover, it comes with a surprise.
In doubt his involuntary steps had brought all of them to the front of a high gate. Zhou Fan observed closely, he nodded making the middle-aged man smile happily.
"Master, for it has come. Can I go?" He's in a hurry
Hem...
"You open the gate," Zhou Fan asked the middle-aged man, but he hesitated to do so.
But Zhou Fan's insistence as well as the shadow of death made the middle-aged man give up, slowly ringing the bell that was at the gate. Some time a gap from the gate opened, its size was only as wide as a palm.
"Who?" ask the gatekeeper.
"It's me" he said, pointing out a token that proved he was part of a stealth plow.
The man standing guard believed just like that, he opened the gate. But what was seen was, behind his comrades, there was one group standing with weapons in their hands.
Crash it!
There was no time to avoid the man falling with a stab in the chest. His breathing was already disordered, even so the look in his eyes stared intently at the middle-aged man.
"You're a fraud, you're a traitor!" Blood spurted from his mouth, right after that he breathed his last.
Zhou Fan walked in, lunging at the gate until it fell apart.
His eyes shimmered around the situation, then split apart the troops. He along with Yin Cun and Zhou Jim moved to the right, while the Two Twin Axes moved to the left.
"Who are you?!"
Just a few tens of steps Zhou Fan moved from the place of separation, dozens of people blocked his journey.
"They must be intruders, attack them!"
Zhou Fan darted with two treads already preparing to attack, one two one-on-one blows thrown. The wooden hut that stood firmly collapsed as soon as a body lunged hard.
Yin Cun flashed with his flagship stick, snatching the opponent hitting the head. In just a short period of time a dozen people could be defeated.
"First we'll find the place where they put the captives." Zhou Fan reminded Yin Cun, then went back to tracing the headquarters which turned out to be very spacious.