Li Huazhong was lying in bed, ready to go to bed, but Biaozi suddenly shouted out the door: "Master, no good!"

"What is it called? What do you have to say in the middle of the night? Li Huazhong turns over and sits up, some are not very happy, after all, no matter who is disturbed by sleep, will get up a little bit, let alone the number of gangs.

Biaozi ran in panic-stricken and said out of breath, "Master, no good, the four tigers in Beitang and the forty elites they brought..."

Li Hua-zhong's eyebrows stood upright, and a very bad feeling came from his heart: "What's wrong with...