"Bang dang!"

A gust of wind came, the windows were blown open, the wind and rain were blowing, and the curtains were hunting.

Huang Fugui was startled, and walked quickly to the window, the wind and rain rushed towards him, he hurriedly closed the window, the previous cold made him a little clear, and his intuition told him that this was an unusual stormy night, and he had to solve it quickly and leave here as soon as possible.

As soon as he turned around, Huang Fugui's heart sank, trembling all over, I don't know when, there was a person sitting on the sofa, the black cloak tightly wrapped his body, and under the hood was a silver mask like a ghost, exuding a cold aura all over his body, as if death had descended, and the atmosphere in the room became weird.

"Walk the edge of heaven and hell, save sinful souls, and the world will call me the King of Spirits!" the man in black said in a deafening voice.

Huang Fugui was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, this gloomy voice filled the entire hall, the loud sound echoed in the hall, he took two deep breaths, and exclaimed: "Who are you? Don't pretend to be a ghost with me, just say what you have to say!"

"This document is signed!" After the Spirit King finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand wearing white gloves, and with a flick of it, a document flew towards Huang Fugui.

Huang Fugui looked at the flying documents, very slowly, very smoothly stopped in front of him, he saw a cold sweat on his forehead, a person can float objects in the air, is he still a human being? He stretched out a trembling hand to catch the document, glanced at ten lines, and simply read it, the agreement to transfer all the shares of the Tang Group.

Can you not sign it? Just kidding, unless you want to die! Huang Fugui has no choice.

Huang Fugui was not an ignorant person, after knowing the other party's intentions, he calmed down, took a deep breath, walked to the table and picked up a cigarette, and asked, "Can I smoke a cigarette?"

"Enjoy the taste of cigarettes!"

The Spirit King stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please, and the white gloves seemed to linger with a layer of cold air, which made people shudder.

Huang Fugui lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, he sat on the sofa tremblingly, picked up the pen, quickly signed the agreement, and obediently pressed his fingerprints, when death came, all wealth and life seemed insignificant.

The strong save themselves, and the saints cross people!

Huang Fugui picked up the agreement and carefully put it in front of the man in black, then sat on the sofa and sighed: "I lost! I can afford to lose! I can't fight Big Brother Tang He, he doesn't make a move easily, and if he makes a move, he will make me defeated, I am convinced, I only hope that he can spare my life now!"

Seeing the Spirit King pick up the agreement, Huang Fugui asked tentatively, "Mr. Spirit King, forgive me for taking the liberty of asking something that shouldn't be asked?"

"Since you know you shouldn't ask, why do you ask?" the Spirit King's deafening voice paused, and then continued, "You are very unwilling and want to rebel against me?"

Huang Fugui's eyes lit up, and his trembling voice carried a hint ......of excitement, and said: "As long as you are willing to help me get the Tang Clan, you will be the biggest boss behind the scenes of the Tang Clan in the future!

"Money...... It's just a number for me!"

After the Spirit King finished speaking, Hatsune's eyelashes on the sofa next to him trembled slightly.

"That's a pity!" Huang Fugui let out a regretful voice, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes in an instant.

"Bang!"

There was a sound of breaking the door, and four sturdy mercenaries, armed with Thomson submachine guns, rushed into the hall and quickly surrounded the Spirit King.

Huang Fugui stood up with a smile, picked up a cigarette, looked at the Spirit King who was speechless, and asked, "Can I smoke a cigarette?"

"The right to speak is in your hands, you are free!" the Spirit King stretched out his hand again and made a gesture of invitation.

Lighting a cigarette and taking two deep puffs, Huang Fugui sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, smiled on his face, and said meaningfully: "Our great leader once said that power comes out of the barrel of a gun! ”

Huang Fugui looked at the Spirit King with sneering eyes, and sneered: "Walk on the edge of heaven and hell, save the sinful soul, the world calls me the Spirit King......!

"Raised by a son of a bitch, people don't live for money, is it to save the earth?" After Huang Fugui stopped laughing, he took a deep breath of cigarette, and after making a complaining sound, he stood up and looked at the storm outside the window, stood with his hands in his hands, and made a calm voice: "The night of the storm kills people, and the Spring Festival is worth ten thousand gold!"

"Drag it out and feed the dogs!"

Huang Fugui stretched out his hand and waved in the air, he was bored, he was in a good mood, but with the appearance of the Spirit King, it was gone at this time, and it was estimated that he would have to take two more small pills to regain his senses.

After Huang Fugui gave the order, there was no movement, he frowned and turned around, only to see four mercenaries with guns pointed at him, he was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Are you crazy?"

"Boss Huang, I'm sorry, I have no choice to save my life!" a tall middle-aged mercenary ice wolf let out an apologetic voice and immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A shot hit Huang Fugui's chest, the old guy looked incredulous, reached out and touched the blood on his chest, leaned on the sofa, looked at the blood in his hand, and asked, "Why is this? Who can give me an answer?"

"Because you shouldn't provoke His Excellency the Spirit King!" the ice wolf looked at the Spirit King with a look of adoration after speaking.

"Is that such a ridiculous reason?" Huang Fugui had an expression of disbelief, he felt a little inexplicable, his blood-stained hands were spread in the air, and he made a surprised voice: "Because of a madman who wants to spend Halloween, you shoot me?"

"Bang!"

The gunfire rang out again, and a Russian known as the black wolf said, "How could you, stupid pig, know about the existence of Lord Lingwang, and almost dragged us down!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The other two mercenaries made up a shot, and Huang Fugui still did not die, not because he was killed, but every shot seemed fatal, but it could not kill people immediately.

"Your Excellency Spirit King, how do you want this hateful pig to go to hell?" the ice wolf said with his palm on his chest and saluted the Spirit King.

"Give him a good time!"

As soon as the Spirit King's voice landed, a "bang" of gunshots rang out, Huang Fugui's eyebrows were shot in his heart, his eyes widened, and he couldn't figure out how he could contact such a powerful figure and be willing to deal with him for him.

"The third brigade of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Legion, the seventh squadron, and the captain of the first detachment, Ice Wolf, salute Lord Lingwang!"

"Team member Black Wolf salutes Lord Spirit King!"

“……”

The Spirit King nodded, and immediately let out a cold voice, which made people shudder: "You were the one who killed people and killed the policemen yesterday afternoon?"

"Lord Lingwang, don't get me wrong, we were hired by Boss Huang, yesterday's incident was done by the terrorists hired by Boss Xiaohuang, of course, we know where they are hiding at this moment, if the adults need it, we can go and deal with them. Ice Wolf hurriedly explained.

"No, tell me the address where they are hiding, and you can go back to Siberia immediately!" After the Spirit King finished speaking, he admonished: "Tell the wolf head, I don't want anyone to know that I have appeared in Los Angeles!"

"Yes!"

After the ice wolf wrote an address to the Spirit King, the four mercenaries saluted at the same time, and then left in a hurry, they didn't want to stay with such a dangerous person for an extra second.

The Spirit King smiled bitterly in his heart, Huang Fugui lost in the details, if he hadn't tested Tang He's hole cards to kidnap Tang Guo, and directly used mercenaries and even terrorists hired by Huang Yunsheng to kidnap Tang He, he might not have ended up today, and he might still be living a peaceful life.

Stretching his waist, the Spirit King's eyes fell on Hatsune lying on the sofa, and sighed: "On the night of the murder of the storm, the Spring Festival is worth ten thousand gold!"