Chapter 211 Guardian
Liu Xihao is back to his old job, kidnapping and extortion is his old specialty.
The kidnapping process has been rehearsed several times to make sure there are no omissions.
He stood up and shouted at the thirty or so brothers who were ready to go: "Brothers!"
"It's not easy for us to come here from a long distance!"
"It's said that killing and arson can win the gold belt! Brothers, do you want the gold belt?"
"Yes!!!" The roar of more than thirty people was deafening.
"Let's go!"
Liu Xihao led the team personally-after all, this is a big deal, and his wealth and glory in the second half of his life depends on tonight.
He left more than a dozen people waiting in the warehouse, so that they could watch Liu Zhiting.
More than 30 people, wearing black sportswear, carrying various climbing tools and weapons, set off in the night.
The south side of Beigao Peak is the route for sightseeing pilgrims. The road has been repaired and there are street lights, but there are surveillance cameras.
Liu Xihao chose to walk on the north side of the mountain. Although the road is not easy to walk, it will not attract anyone's attention.
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"The eldest lady has a high fever, 39.3 degrees." Scarface A Long looked at the forehead thermometer worriedly, "Do you want me to carry the eldest lady down the mountain?"
"No. Change another fever-reducing patch," said Old Master Cheng, "She's fine, just have a fever, sweat, and wait until dawn to be fine."
Old Master Cheng has always been majestic and never allowed anyone to argue.
A Long had to take out a fever-reducing patch, and just as he was about to tear open the outer package, suddenly, his ears moved.
There was a sound outside.
He immediately put his hand on Old Master Cheng's hand, made a gesture, pointed outside, and made a walking gesture with his fingers.
[Someone is coming. 】
Old Master Cheng's face became solemn.
Usually, every Mid-Autumn Festival meeting would arrange a large group of bodyguards to guard, and there were also many servants responsible for cooking vegetarian meals, cleaning, making beds, and other miscellaneous tasks.
But this Mid-Autumn Festival is an important day for the granddaughter's soul to return to one.
One more person, one more variable.
To be on the safe side, Old Master Cheng sent everyone down the mountain.
He was the only one left.
Now there was one more person, A-Long.
There had been no trouble for more than 20 years, so why did someone come to cause trouble today?
A-Long pulled out two daggers from his waist, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, pointed at his eyes, and then pointed outside.
[You stay here, I'll go out and take a look. ]
Old Master Cheng nodded and gestured.
[Be careful. ]
A-Long walked to the window, gently pushed open a crack, looked out, and saw no one.
It seemed that the person had not entered the temple courtyard for the time being.
He touched the ground with his toes, jumped out lightly, and then closed the window.
Old Master Cheng was afraid that making a sound would alarm the people outside, so he used his mobile phone to send a crisis help message to his son, grandson, and the housekeeper at the foot of the mountain, and then muted the phone.
After sending the message, he bent down and dragged out a wooden box from under the bed. He opened the wooden box, and there was a wooden crossbow in the wooden box.
There are too many wild cats on the mountain, which have injured countless birds such as dark green-backed cormorants, brown-winged terns, green-browed ducks, as well as small animals such as squirrels and flat-scaled blunt-headed snakes.
This crossbow was specially approved by him and the local government to protect animals on the mountain.
Although the old man is old, he exercises regularly and pays attention to maintenance. His physical fitness is better than that of ordinary young people.
He loaded the rapid-fire crossbow arrows, held the crossbow arrows steadily with both hands, and sat on the stool in front of Cheng Ling's bed to guard and wait.
The cool breeze on the top of the mountain late at night, the round moon hung in the sky, and the top of the mountain was very quiet.
The door of the temple was closed, and the lights were on in the main hall and the two side halls.
But there was no figure, and no sound of anyone talking.
Liu Xihao was a little confused.
Logically speaking, the Cheng family is also a wealthy family, so there should be a bodyguard, right?
We have reached the top of the mountain, why can't we see the shadow of a bodyguard?
Could it be that Liu Zhiting's information is wrong?
He waved his hand and asked more than 30 brothers behind him to disperse and surround the temple.
When they were in position, Liu Xihao loaded the pistol in his hand and raised his side face.
One of his men immediately understood, holding a machete, and pushed the door of the temple with full vigilance.
The door of the temple was only half-closed.
With a slight push, it was pushed open.
A Long held the dagger with both hands and hid behind the pillar.
The scar on his face collapsed into a tense line.
There were too many people coming!
He alone, with two daggers, could not handle it.
But, even if he risked his life, he had to protect the old man and the eldest lady!