Chapter 2011

Chapter 2010

Zheng Dang gasped: "You, who are you? What is this iron chain?"

Xia Yuanqiu didn't answer his question, but asked instead: "When your sharp claws and fangs pierce people's flesh, what will those people look like?"

What will it look like? In Zheng Dang's mind, there was that pretty face full of pain. The person he loved the most in his life died because of him in the end.

He thought he could save her, but he didn't expect——

"Winners and losers, I have nothing to say. If you want to kill or cut, you can do whatever you want!" He turned his head stubbornly, and no longer looked at Xia Yuanqiu and Zhu Yan. Facing death, he had never been afraid. He was just afraid that he still wouldn't die.

Xia Yuanqiu heard the sound of a car engine, as if another uninvited guest had arrived.

She secretly checked Ziyelin in the space ring, and found that Ziyelin, who had been silent for a long time, began to emit light. It seemed that its old buddy had come.

Xia Yuanqiu turned his head and gave Zhu Yan a wink. Zhu Yan understood, put all the confiscated guns into the space ring, turned around and walked to the gate, and shouted at the car that was turned off but no one got out: "Since you are here , why bother to hide? Go in and have a cup of tea, talk, and leave before it's too late."

A few seconds later, a blond foreigner came down from the black car. He was very tall, a full head taller than Zhu Yan.

He walked to the back seat of the car and opened the door respectfully. An old man wearing a cylinder hat stepped out of the car. The old man was holding a secret box in his hand, which was the one they saw at Guangyao Bank this morning. box.

The old man was not tall, and standing beside the foreigner, he was obviously particularly short. He looked at Zhu Yan coldly, frowned and said, "Your breath is very strange, it seems that you are a martial artist."

Zhu Yan said with a smile: "I've studied it for a few years, so I'm not considered proficient, but it's still enough to deal with ordinary young people."

The corner of the old man's lips curled up slightly, a sneer appeared, and without further words, he walked in with the box in his hand.

Zhu Yan turned sideways, giving way to the middle path, and only after they entered the garden did he slowly follow.

The old man entered the mansion with a secret box, and saw Zheng Dang who was tied to the ground, and the killers scattered about in the corner of the hall. He frowned and said angrily, "It's all trash." Garden, you can take the things away without wasting a minute, but I didn't expect to see such a scene.

Zheng Dang didn't make a sound, just lowered his head slightly, unwilling to say a word.

The old man walked up to Zheng Dang, kicked Zheng Dang, and said angrily: "Even you—" He kicked the iron chain fiercely. One kick would definitely break the iron chain. In the end, what broke was not the iron chain, but the thumb bone on his foot.

He gritted his teeth to hold back the pain, and said angrily: "Useless things, I have wasted all my hard work on you for so many years!" It is the color of fear.

His foot could break even a steel plate with one kick, but he didn't expect that his toe would be injured by such an inconspicuous iron chain.

Xia Yuanqiu smiled and said: "It seems that this old man is here to give us something, thank you very much!"

The old man turned around slowly, with a pair of triangular eyes constantly looking back and forth between the two of them, he said after a while: "If you are sensible, hand over your things now, maybe you still have a chance to survive!"