On the small island in the middle of the Snot River, Zhang Dadao gave him a name that matches this river very well - Boogers Island. This name has been unanimously affirmed by Zhang Dadao and his gang, and they all feel that it is very down-to-earth and appropriate. As for other people's opinions, Martin, his younger brother and his comrades-in-arms are all foreign devils, and their opinions have no reference value!

The time was close to noon the next day, and Ah San's sun was hotter than the three generations of the sun in Goryeo, after all, it was no big deal for the sun people of other people to go up. Ah San's sun is not good, just look at the skin color of other working people, you can see that the power of this sun is much stronger than that of China. It is estimated that when Superman or the Child of the Sun comes here, the combat effectiveness can be increased by more than ten percentage points.

This mucus island is a desert island, and the island is not big, only more than 300 square meters. If the elephant god had a large amount of cold and snot, it is estimated that the boogers would not be visible. Of course, this is also the main reason why Zhang Dadao feels that his name is appropriate.

At this time, the three figures on the island were separated, a small boat was parked in the distance, and some distance from the three of them, there was an old man in a white robe, who was the middleman "Gandhi" this time. And the three people who were separated were Wei Minghui and his assistant, who came in one move, and Zhang Dadao, who came one step earlier.

Wei Minghui sighed, looked around, frowned, and said, "Master, what about the others? Are they ambushed in the distance? If they are far away, don't be too late, they may come with guns!" Wei Minghui looked quite worried, and involuntarily reached out and touched his waist before he settled down.

A person like Wei Minghui is also a person who has worked hard at the bottom, and it would be a strange thing for him to be unarmed on this occasion! Zhang Dadao glanced at him inextricably, then nodded happily: "Don't worry, they are right next to us!

Zhang Dadao was dragging blindly here, and suddenly his eyes flickered, as if there was an extremely bright spot flashing in the distance! Zhang Dadao immediately raised his vigilance, stopped bragging to Wei Minghui, and said: "Attention, people are coming!"

Wei Minghui and the assistant also hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped a wave of sweat first, they were purely subconscious reactions, this negotiation is about momentum, but sweating profusely is not very like words. After the two were sorted out, they immediately recovered their dog-like virtue when they cheered up.

Compared with them, Zhang Dadao can be regarded as much more natural, with his sleeves rolled up, his mouth scattered, and his chest is particularly white because of the rare sunlight when facing the wind. But don't say it, don't look at Zhang Dadao's lack of exercise, his figure is not bad, and he can vaguely see the outline of his muscles. At this moment, he was fanning a big pu fan that he had stolen from Ah San Village! If this posture is white beard and white hair, it really has a bit of the taste of fairy wind bones.

It should be serious here, and what should be loaded is also installed, and within a few minutes, I saw a small boat in the distance "suddenly" spitting smoke and came over. It was obvious that there were only three people on the boat. Zhang Dadao sighed and said disdainfully: "Damn! It's diesel again!"

I don't know why, Zhang Dadao cares too much about the engine.

The three Asans who came to negotiate went down the river, and even if the ship was broken and the engine was broken, the speed was quite fast, and it took a while to land. The three men jumped out of the boat and walked over. These three Ah San are whiter than most of the Ah San that Zhang Dadao has seen before, and he hesitates to not know much about Ah San. The only way Zhang Dadao can tell their caste is by looking at the skin. The black ones are the working people and the proletariat! The white ones are the local tyrants and shoddy gentry who are not unjustly beaten to death.

The three guys who came to negotiate walked in, and Zhang Dadao hurriedly said to the little assistant in charge of translation on the side: "People will listen to me for a while, and translate according to what I say!"

After saying this, without waiting for the assistant to react, Zhang Dadao squinted his eyes and observed the other party! Walking in the middle was an old man dressed about the same as "Gandhi", not young, with all white hair. I look very fat, and I have a lot of accessories on my body. The other two were young men, with two short axes stuck in their waists, and they all looked fierce.

The actor lurking behind a small dirt bag on the shore in the distance put down his binoculars at that time, and whispered with a vigilant face: "Karari Payat, damn, it's still a metal device of the third stage!" The actor smiled bitterly, and said to a few mercenaries beside him: "The other party has a master, pay attention to it in a while!"

Zhang Dadao didn't know this, just looking at the other party's lack of guns, his heart was a little more stable. How terrifying is the gun! The axe is far behind, even if he can fly the axe, with his reflexes, he is much stronger than Wei Minghui and his little assistant! There is a good joke, when you meet a bear in the wild, you don't have to run faster than the bear, as long as you are faster than the bald head.

Compared with Wei Minghui and the little assistant, Zhang Dadao is still very confident in his speed. The other party has four axes, and if he has a 50% hit rate, Zhang Dadao will definitely be able to escape safely. Thinking about it like this, he became more calm, and took a step forward to attract everyone's attention.

The three Ah San on the opposite side immediately stopped, and they all looked at Zhang Dadao vigilantly. The monk at the head felt a little strange at this moment, Zhang Dadao shouldn't have come out at this age? Shouldn't it be Wei Minghui who took the idea? Then he also thought badly, thinking that Zhang Dadao might be Wei Minghui's son, and this was to exercise.

At this time, Zhang Dadao said, "You shouldn't come!"

The little assistant who was the translator at the back was stunned at the time, this line is too familiar, and the Chinese know it! He was not sure whether the few Ah San on the other side would watch martial arts, so he could only translate hard.

When he turned over, the few Ah San on the other side were stunned at that time, and their faces were surprised! The old monk's expression was a little unhappy at that time, and he replied a few words. The little assistant really showed a painful expression on his face, looked at Wei Minghui and saw that the boss didn't say anything special, so he translated to Zhang Dadao with a tangled face: "That master, he said that you are sick? ”

Zhang Dadao didn't listen to the point at all, he remembered that the other party said that he was sick, and he didn't pause at all, and a finger from the lower middle to the outside was a classic Beijing-style fingering and asked rhetorically: "You have medicine!"

The little assistant is not good, this master has not taken medicine! He was about to ask Wei Minghui if he wanted to follow it, but Zhang Dadao was a demon again, took out a bottle and shook it, poured out two pills, and said: "You don't have me! We bring our own medicine when we are sick, this is a good patient with social morality!"

Wei Minghui's face also turned green, Zhang Dadao's routine, could it be a code for an appointment? I didn't see anyone launch it? Wei Minghui observed in private, wanting to see where someone rushed out. It's a pity that the surroundings are extremely calm, let alone ambushes, and not even a rabbit can be seen. (To be continued.) )