In the car, Duan Hong holds a high glass in his hand, waiting for a hot drink. The wine in Yan Xiaowen's car is still good. After dinner last night, two people with excess energy packed their bags and got into the Lincoln car. In addition, Yan Xiaowen specially found a driver for them in Jinding. This kind of car is not suitable for self driving. Wu re praised Yan Xiaowen for his thoughtfulness, and generally asked if there was enough food in the carriage. With heartache, Yan Xiaowen asked the driver Lao Liu to take a few bottles of red wine from 1982 and give it to Wu re. At the same time, he gave him two boxes of Cuban cigars. Before leaving, Yan Xiaowen gave Duan Hong two mobile phones as contact information. It was a little light, and Lincoln drove up the highway from Gusu to Haizhong. It was estimated that he would arrive at his destination in the afternoon. Six years after leaving, Haizhong fair was just a small county. Duan Hong felt his heartache accelerated slightly. He couldn't wait to miss his hometown. His heart felt like an arrow to return—— Pirlo's blue eyes are full of blood, staring at the display of Duan Hong and oak fighting. It's very short, only three seconds, but he has looked back and forth for more than a hundred times, constantly slow playing Duan Hong's moves“ Who can beat him? " Pirlo stirs the coffee in the cup and looks at a row of strong men standing in front of him. They all come from Siberian training camp and usually train in Pirlo's private training ground. Seeing that all of them bowed their heads, Pirlo picked up the coffee cup in his hand, smashed it on the TV monitor and yelled, "fuck, rubbish! What do you pigs do besides eating and making women? I want you to be useful. " Ferdinand ran in from the outside, holding a stack of information in his hand, and said, "master, I have found a man who should be able to beat the demon eater."“ Oh, dear Ferdinand, you won't tell me it's the grill fire of America. I said that we can't use this power in fighting. It's like a fierce lion hunting a hare without any passion. "“ Master, I promise with my life that they are not the grill fire of our country. They are from the East. They have a hidden power. They are called ninjas in the Oriental Language Pirlo took Ferdinand's information and turned a few pages. Duan Hong sneezed three times, buttoned his nose and scolded: "who the hell cursed me?" Then he opened the window.