Chapter 857: Coercion and bribery of Iron Fist, joint ambush by four fingers (1/2)

"It's not safe here anymore. We have to talk somewhere else." The old man with the stick said solemnly to everyone.

"Not safe?" Jessica opened her mouth, "But we've only been here for more than ten minutes."

"Heh! Do you know why the Hand and the Society didn't come to kill us in the past ten minutes?" The old man with the stick said expressionlessly, "Because of the obstruction of the True Pure Society.

In order to talk to you guys face to face, a team of the True Pure Society willingly accepted this mission with a very high mortality rate. It's almost time."

"Are you kidding me?" Luke said in disbelief.

"No." Matt's tone became serious, "This is indeed inconsistent with the efficiency of the Hand and the Society. Logically, the Hand and the Society's pursuit should be like a tide, one wave after another."

"They are coming." The old man with the stick said suddenly.

Matt also heard the sound outside the restaurant, "Weapons, several guns, all loaded."

"So fast? How did they find us?"

"It's only a matter of time." The old man with the stick said calmly.

Jessica twitched her lips, "Since you mentioned changing places just now, you should know how we can get out!"

The old man with the stick said 'hmm' in surprise, "You are a little smarter than I thought."

"I won't say anything modest, how should we run."

"There is a sewer at the back door, just open the manhole cover and jump in." The old man with the stick said, and then changed the subject, "But before that, we have to deal with someone first."

He slowly looked at a dining table at the back, where Alexandra was sitting on a chair calmly, looking at them with a smile.

"This wouldn't be my first choice, but I just like fortune cookies.

I think we should talk about it, like adults."

The old man looked at her calmly, "What do you want?"

"You really surprise me, old man.

You are old, but so smart."

"I'm just not stupid. The Hand and the Society will never negotiate with people or forces that are weaker than them, unless they have needs, and such needs cannot be snatched away at will.

The Hand and the Society has no shortage of resources, and knows no fewer secrets than me. You can only want what you don't have, and we..." The old man suddenly thought of something as he spoke, and his voice stopped abruptly, spiritless but His sharp eyes stared at Danny Rand, "Iron Fist, they want you."

"Me?" Danny pointed at himself blankly, "They want my life!"

"No, no, no." Alexandra shook her head slightly, stood up and walked to Danny, "The Hand may want their lives, but not you. My organization has always respected the protector of Kunlun."

"Failed protector." The old man said sarcastically, "Thanks to him, you can easily enter Kunlun and massacre. Such a hero must be respected."

Danny's eyes dimmed, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer.

The pot was on his head, and he couldn't get rid of it anyway.

"My only goal is to bring you down."

"But you have failed time and again." Alexandra didn't care about Danny's hostile eyes at all. She had lived for hundreds of years and thought Danny Rand was a child who had not grown up. "Maybe it's time to consider other options."

"There are no other options."

"Dear, there are always choices." Alexandra pushed his shoulders familiarly and walked side by side with him, "That's why life is so interesting."

"Stop talking nonsense, Alexandra." The old man continued to ask, "What do you want the iron fist to do?"

"Do what I have always wanted to do, let the light shine into the darkness, let life come between death."

"You talk about life, but you killed so many people." Luke snorted.

"It seems we haven't been formally introduced yet."

"Let's not do that."

Alexandra shrugged and said casually, "I can see that you have formed a bond. Although this can give you some comfort, I promise that it is only temporary."

As she said that, she looked at Danny Rand, "They will let you down."

"They haven't yet!"

"They won't make you stronger. Let me give you a piece of advice. The more ties you have, the easier it is to be defeated."

"What do you mean?" Danny frowned instinctively.

"Well... I will pool all the resources of my organization." Alexandra turned to look at the old man with the stick, "Do you remember the last time the hand and all the fingers of the meeting came together?"

The old man with the stick nodded, "A big selection."

"And New York is such a densely populated place." Alexandra slowed down her tone and looked directly into Danny's eyes, making his scalp numb unconsciously.

"What are you talking about?"

"Think about how many lives you can save if you follow me."

Gulu!

Danny seemed to understand what she meant, and would threaten him with the people of the whole city.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Don't even think about it, kid." The old man with the stick warned secretly.

"I just want answers."

"I can even let them go." Alexandra continued to seduce, trying to break through Danny's psychological defenses bit by bit.

"If you dare to go with her, I will kill you myself."

"I'm not going anywhere." Danny emphasized immediately, because the old man with the stick had his hands on the hilt of the knife at his waist. If he had any idea of ​​wavering, the old man could give him a knife on the spot.

"Mr. Rand." Alexandra patted Danny's shoulders with both hands and advised earnestly: "You have to think it through."

"You have to go." Luke interrupted, "Now, immediately."

Alexandra glanced at him and ignored him.

But Danny broke away from her hands and took two steps back to distance himself from her.

Alexandra immediately understood his decision. She was not surprised, but felt a little regretful and troubled.

"They are just like you, old man.

The only language they know is violence."

Clang!

The sound of drawing a knife suddenly appeared in everyone's ears, and then the door of the store was suddenly broken open, and Erica walked in expressionlessly.

Alexandra walked slowly towards Erica, "Come on! Kid, let's serve life together."

"I knew it would be like this." The old man couldn't help laughing, "Alexandra, you have been ready to destroy us."

"I didn't want to, but Mr. Rand made the wrong decision."

"It doesn't matter, let the people outside come in!

It's not enough to rely on Erica alone."

"Old man, are you sick in the brain?" Jessica rolled her eyes speechlessly, wishing she could cover the old man's mouth.

It's hard enough to deal with this one, wouldn't it be more dangerous to deal with a group.

Matt keenly noticed something wrong, his face changed slightly, "Stick old man, what are you going to do?"

"It's not what I want to do, but the only thing we can do next is to break through." The old man said as he pulled out the two samurai swords on his waist, "And you should know what you are going to do, if you don't want her to die."

Alexandra turned around calmly and sat back in her original position, and no one else stopped her.

On the one hand, Alexandra is difficult to deal with, and on the other hand, Erica is watching closely. If he is blocked, it will be a signal to start a war.

"Matt." The old man with the stick said calmly.

Matt took a deep breath, got ready for a duel, and then accelerated towards Erica.

Erica swung the knife suddenly, and Matt leaned back to avoid the blade and kicked the weapon off Erica's hand.

Then, the two began a fierce close combat.

Matt's goal was very clear, to contain Erica, and at the same time to guide her away from others little by little, moving towards the back door of the restaurant.

Although the old man with the stick swore that Erica had become a weapon of the hand and the meeting, she was the woman he loved deeply, and he had to try to rescue her anyway.

"Sure enough, Matt has no brains when facing Erica." The old man with the stick was not surprised, but looked at Alexandra meaningfully, "You didn't take the opportunity to escape?"

Alexandra spread her hands, "Why should I escape?"

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden loud noise above his head.

The glass skylight shattered, and a figure fell from the sky. When he landed, he raised his palms and knocked Luke and Danny out.

"Murakami, you are here too?" The old man with the stick slowly pulled out the two swords from his waist, "Very good, this can save me a lot of trouble."

"Long time no see." Murakami greeted like an old friend, then rushed up and fought with the old man with the stick.

Luke helped Danny up, and the two looked at each other and immediately went to help.

There is no need to follow the rules of the rivers and lakes when the opponent and the meeting meet. This is not bullying the few with the many, but a righteous three against one.

Murakami's martial arts value is not low, but the old man with the stick is not a fuel-saving lamp. It is difficult to tell the winner in a short time in a one-on-one situation.

But he was unlucky, and this group of people had no martial ethics at all.

He had just avoided several knife lights chopped down by the old man with the stick, and when he was about to fight back, Luke kicked him in the waist and abdomen.

Murakami staggered, and at this moment, a fist with golden light continued to expand in his pupils.

Iron fist.

Feeling the fatal crisis, Murakami immediately swung his right arm, and a short knife slipped from his sleeve and was held in his hand.

Bang!

Crack! Crack!

The short knife and Danny's fist collided and turned into silver fragments in an instant.

After shattering the short knife, the powerful energy impact continued to blast Murakami forward, knocking down several dining tables and making close contact with the wall.

"Puff! Cough cough!" Murakami stood up reluctantly, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, "This generation of Iron Fist is not very smart, but the power of Iron Fist is still so charming."

"What did I say before?" Alexandra walked up to Murakami, "They are not so easy to deal with."

"Where is your Black Sky?"

"Holding the apprentice of the stick old man."

"Alexandra." The stick old man interrupted lightly, "The five fingers of the hand and the society, it won't be only two!"

"Of course not." Madam Gao knocked down the wall with a palm, and walked in calmly with more than ten people.

"Gao, I'm so happy to see you." The stick old man smiled with a little relief.

"Happy?" Mrs. Gao was a little surprised, "Stick Old Man, I don't know when our relationship has become so good."

"Just now, right now." Stick Old Man laughed softly, and then his blind eyes swept around, "The third finger appeared, what about the fourth and fifth fingers?

Bo Tu and Suowanda should be here too!"

"I'm here."

Bo Tu walked in with a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets.

He also brought more than a dozen people, but compared with the gangsters under Mrs. Gao, his men were more disciplined. Although they looked a little immature, their sharp eyes were particularly inconsistent with their age.

"Gambler." Danny saw this face, and all his hatreds surged up in his heart. "You are not dead."

"I am sorry to disappoint you.

Isn't Colleen here with you? I thought I could see her!"

"Sowanda is still on the way, but his men have arrived." Mrs. Gao said, looking at the wall behind her. As she finished speaking, dense gunfire rang out.

In just a few seconds, half of the wall was riddled with bullets.

Then there was a bang, and the wall collapsed, exposing more than a dozen armed terrorists in front of everyone.

"It's so lively!" The old man's voice was a little regretful, "Sowanda didn't come."

"He went to do another important thing, so he will be a little later." Alexandra said with a little pride, "But old man, you should consider the current situation now."

"What should we do?" Jessica was a little flustered, "Their number is more than ten times ours."

"This is just a small part." The old man said indifferently, "A very small part, the most elite ninjas have not been sent out."

"Huh? Don't say such demoralizing words at this time."

"Mr. Rand." Alexandra looked at him gently, "Even now, I am willing to give you another chance.

As long as you come with us, I promise that no one will hurt them, and the city will be peaceful."

"Do you think I will believe you?" Danny said with a gloomy face.

"That's more like it." The old man smiled. Although this generation of 'Iron Fist' is stupid, it is not hopeless.

"What a pity." Alexandra shook her head and then signaled others to take action.

Soon the four were surrounded and had to stand back to back to guard against sneak attacks.

That is to say, there is a Danny Rand among them. The Hand and the Society want a living "iron fist". They will not use hot weapons casually, otherwise their situation will be more dangerous.

"Work together, we can retreat safely."

"Really confident." The Bo Tu gave a thumbs up, "I hope you can still think so later."

"Of course I think so, otherwise how dare I come here alone." The old man with the stick said meaningfully, "It's a pity that only four of the five fingers came."

Hearing this, Mrs. Gao's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"

The old man with the stick did not answer, but solemnly lowered his voice and said, "Listen to my command later, do whatever I tell you to do, understand?"

"Uh... Can you make it clearer?" Danny asked puzzled.

"No, but if you don't want to die, you must believe me."