342: Chapter 339 Divine Calculation, Predicting Life and Death

"That's good. With your word, I'm relieved. Let's go."

"Go where? Sigh, Old Zhang, have you noticed that the expressions of those few people seem a bit off?"

Old Chen felt something was wrong. The armed personnel were noticeably thinner, and the few remaining ones looked pale, as if they were holding in a massive dump, extremely anxious.

"Don't worry about them, follow me!"

Zhang Zhao smiled faintly and took the lead, walking quickly.

Seeing this, Old Chen didn't understand, but hurriedly followed.

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"Old Zhang, what are you trying to do?"

A few minutes later, looking at all the Martial Masters from the Xia Kingdom district gathered by Zhang Zhao, Chen Youcai was confused, but vaguely felt something very ominous.

At this moment, the group of Martial Masters was also full of confusion, not understanding why Master Zhang suddenly called everyone together.

Zhang Zhao looked around without paying attention to Old Chen.

Seeing that all the Martial Masters had arrived, including Wan Qianhe who was sitting in a wheelchair with lifeless eyes, Zhang Zhao nodded.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Li Changsheng, oh Li Changsheng, this time you really owe me a huge favor. I hope my eyes, which have seen countless people, won't be wrong."

Thinking secretly, he glanced at the armed personnel in the distance who were too busy to pay attention to this place. Zhang Zhao lowered his voice and said solemnly: "The matter I am about to speak of is very important. Perhaps some people have vaguely guessed something, but please do not panic when you hear what I am about to say."

He, Zhang Zhao, intended to imitate the methods of many Old Ancestors of the Xia Kingdom today: rebel!

When it comes to rebelling, those Western countries are just little brothers; the ancient Xia Kingdom was definitely the professional.

However, just as he started speaking, the crowd was still confused.

A voice rang out leisurely.

"Haha! I've said it before, this is a place of great misfortune. You have a rebellious bone in your face; I knew you were going to cause trouble. Tell me, how are you going to stir things up?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked in unison at someone in the crowd—Zhou Sheng!

Zhang Zhao was a bit stunned. What was going on? Someone was stealing his thunder?

Never mind!

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A few minutes later, Zhang Zhao spoke quickly, clearly stating his rough guess.

"The situation is pretty much like this now, in a moment..."

"If my guess is correct, combining the current magnetic field changes, the ominous land is about to become a death trap, but not for all of us, rather for a portion of people. Mainly those soldiers."

"Oh! ~ I was just wondering why this group of soldiers looked like death-stricken people since just now. It seems that in a moment, it will be either a military disaster or a man-made disaster. Sigh, a military disaster is unlikely."

"Internal strife in this pattern is impossible. Thus, it can only be a man-made disaster. It seems a peerless fierce person is coming."

"Our physiognomies are all different, some with life and some with death. Combining the pattern of this place, this person is a friend, not an enemy!"

Seeing this Zhou Sheng, amidst the suspicion and astonishment of the crowd, and with Zhang Zhao's eyes almost popping out of his head, he kept counting on his fingers and looking around, muttering mysteriously.

Others might not understand the meaning, but Zhang Zhao knew the general situation. Hearing these remarks, he almost wanted to ask if this Zhou Sheng had mind-reading powers or some supernatural ability.

"You, this person, are not right!"

Suddenly, Zhou Sheng's gaze fell on Zhang Zhao's face. He calculated slightly, "The first line of the Bi hexagram says: 'Have faith, it is no blame to compare. With faith, the jar is full; eventually illness, having others brings good fortune.' You are quite skilled in the art of reading people, and your physiognomy shows two aspects: spirit and calm spirit."

"You are someone who knows how to hide your clumsiness, low-key, but very good at identifying people. Combining your words just now, you are lazy! Your body is not lazy, but your heart is. You've found a groom; you want to be the master!"

Zhou Sheng's words were incomprehensible to anyone other than Zhang Zhao. What groom, what master? It was completely nonsensical.

And Zhang Zhao's mouth had been hanging open for a long time.

"It's a pity there is a greenish-black color on your forehead. Finding a groom is easy for you, but it's a pity your life is not tough; I'm afraid you will have to get off the carriage halfway."

At this moment, everyone was silent. Some hadn't recovered from what Zhang Zhao had said earlier, while others were looking at Zhang Zhao and Zhou Sheng in astonishment.

Isn't this cursing someone to death?

"Old Zhang, don't believe this charlatan's words. Old Zhou is just a madman; everyone knows that. If you believe him, you lose."

Seeing Zhang Zhao's expression wasn't normal, Old Chen hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him and scolded Zhou Sheng: "Old Zhou, you have no gate on your mouth again, daring to say anything. It's only because my brother has a good temper; if it were someone else, breaking a few of your legs would be light."

"Hmph! You are about the same, and you are even worse! Not only is there a greenish-black color on your forehead, but your eyes are dull, scattered, drifting, dim without light, lacking spirit and vitality, and your eye bags are swollen."

"You spend your days with lascivious thoughts in your mind. If you touch women, you will die sooner; if you don't touch women, you will still age prematurely. However, you have to survive the current disaster first."

Zhou Sheng snorted coldly and turned his head away, ignoring Chen Youcai, who was so angry that his eyes were glowing green.

"Old Zhou, you bastard, you're just asking for a beating. I can't take it anymore!"

Chen Youcai's old face flushed red. This was simply a large-scale social death scene. Saying he was prone to sudden death was one thing, but to say he was addicted to women every day...

However, right at this moment, a burst of messy footsteps rang out, accompanied by a burst of noisy sounds.

"The target has entered this floor. The target person is extremely dangerous. Everyone, support the entrance!"

"Understood!"

"Boom ~"

An explosion, a sudden explosion, made all the test subjects cover their heads and lie down, terrified and confused.

Da da da da ~

"What happened?"

"I don't know. It seems there is some dangerous element; they even used real weapons. Quick! Find a place to hide."

Some people who understood the situation in the US side were already hurriedly looking for cover. They knew very well that being killed here meant actually being killed.

"Old Zhang... is this the danger you spoke of? Speaking of which, who is coming over in a moment? Could it be Master Li?"

Chen Youcai and others were hiding behind cover as much as possible, and the group of Martial Masters were all pale.

Some people here hadn't even experienced a life-and-death battle, let alone such intense gunfire, making it feel like they had entered a war zone.

"Do you have the guts to kill?"

"Ah?"

"I said, do you dare to kill? Charge over now, kill an armed guard, take their weapons, and then kill our way out with Master Li!"

Zhang Zhao spoke quickly, shouting in the noisy atmosphere of war.

"How... how did it become like this?" Old Chen's face turned green, something didn't seem right. "Old Zhang, this can't be the deal you were talking about, right? This is going to cost us our heads!"

"What? You don't dare? Hmph, I knew you were afraid of death. Forget it, you have the ability to stay here. I've already told you the essence of Genentech, so you can continue to stay here. Maybe if you perform well in the future, the company can still let you be a money-making tool."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhao turned and walked towards one of the white armed brutes who was still maintaining order.

The group of Martial Masters were still hesitating; they were afraid, still unable to overcome the trembling in their hearts.

Or perhaps they were still missing a catalyst.

But Zhang Zhao was already chatting happily with the white man, seemingly inquiring about what had happened.

And that white man was obviously a bit impatient, but Zhang Zhao, who was smiling a second ago, attacked fiercely the next second, a lightning-fast Swastika Hand, Grappling and quick strikes.

Watching Zhang Zhao knock out the armed personnel neatly and decisively in a few moves, then calmly picking up the assault rifle and fiddling with it, Da da! ~

Two gunshots, and the white man twitched twice before completely losing his breath.

After doing all this, Zhang Zhao glanced at the group of Martial Masters, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

It must be said that this scene still stimulated this group of people.

How could martial artists really not have a bit of blood? Especially some young Martial Masters, who had been bullied and looked down upon by fighters from other divisions since they arrived here.

At this moment, their blood surged, and their reason was rapidly receding.