Chapter 925: Bring a token

"Without alarming the Huaxia government, you can do it at any time by any means! Just kill Song Chuyang's waste! And ......" The man with the national character face had a sinister smile on his face, and his tone sounded extremely excited, "I heard that there are a lot of beautiful girls around him! A few of them have been living with him recently! When the time comes, you can kill him and do it yourself!"

The group of people below immediately fell into a state of extreme excitement, as if they had already killed Song Chuyang and were sharpening their knives and marching towards the beautiful girl!

"Okay! The task is arranged! Now it's up to you to do it! Remember! Bring back a token!" the man with the Chinese character face instructed.

"Token?" the killer asked with a slight question.

"Hmm! just take something from him, you can prove that it's him!" The man with the Chinese character face lowered his head and glanced at the killer's pants in a gesture.

"Then unload his weapon!haha!" the killer immediately realized and laughed.

The killers laughed along.

The group had had laughed and excited enough, and were ready to pack and go, but they were so frightened by a burst of chuckles that they dropped a few weapons.

The laughter was not loud, but it seemed to be terrible all around them, and it sounded like the one who laughed was in their ears from every angle.

"Come out!" roared the killer's face full of anger.

Someone dared to eavesdrop on them behind their backs! and frightened several of his brothers into dropping their weapons!

Seeing that there was no sound, the head of the killer spoke again: "Don't you dare to show up?"

"Crunch, squeak!" and "squeak, squeak!" the two voices alternated at the entrance to the ramp a few hundred meters away.

The sound sounded like an old iron utenza, rubbing and rolling on the dirt and rocky floor.

"Who are you?" asked the man with a national character face.

The distance was a little far, and with the sun on his back, they couldn't see his face clearly.

I could only see that the man was sitting in a wheelchair and slowly walking towards them.

The man was bathed in sunlight behind him, but it made people feel that he was coming with a chill.

The sun didn't shine on his face, only a shadow formed in front of him, which looked even more eerie.

It wasn't until the wheelchair slowly approached that the killers saw the true face of the person who came.

If the head of the killer is covered with scars, then the person in front of him should say that the scars are his skin.

His face is always hidden in the shadows, making it impossible for the man with the national character face and the head of the killer to tell who it is.

"Who the hell are you?" the teacher taught, and if you don't understand, you have to ask! So, the head of the killer asked again.

"I have a lot of names, which one do you want to know?" the man in the wheelchair tilted his head, looking a little confused.

"But the people call me the most often......" He paused, squeezing his two hands that looked like they were only bones, as if he were just doing a relaxation exercise.

"Weitian!" the man in the wheelchair said word by word, lifting the corners of his mouth slightly, and his eyes were instantly full of murderous aura.

Everyone was stunned.

The killers looked at each other in confusion, as if they couldn't understand at all, what the sky was!

Looking at the man in the wheelchair, he doesn't even have a leg, what kind of garlic is filled here!

The killers were about to clear the barricades in front of them when they heard a noise coming from them.

"Dang Chang!" the killer leader's hands trembled, and he couldn't even hold his weapon.

"You!Are you Weitian?" The killer's voice was full of fear, "The only heaven of the 'Heavenly Canopy'?"

"Oh, you know me?" said Wei Tian, who seemed to be interested, and his tone was very relaxed.

"Weitian who single-handedly annihilated the entire mercenary society in the dark sky back then!" the killer's voice trembled uncontrollably, telling him everything he knew.

Even if you can't escape this catastrophe today, you have to let everyone die to understand!

"I heard that only Tian's legs are disabled, but he kills people like numbness! Every mission must be completed, and the grass must be cut to the roots!" The more the killer head spoke, the more excited he became, and he could no longer restrain his high tone.

"So you know me very well!" nodded to the sky.

Wei Tian said, raising the dagger in his hand that he had conjured up at some point: "Okay! It's time to talk! Let's do something serious!"

"We, if there's anything wrong with us, you can point it out! We'll fix it!" the killer wanted to beg for mercy.

"I don't think I need to! I see that you were so excited to kill my eldest brother just now! What else can you correct!"

"How dare we touch your eldest brother? We only dare to be in awe of the little overlord, how dare we kill him! You are definitely misunderstood!" the head of the killer decided that this must be a misunderstanding.

"Really, didn't you just say that you were going to kill Song Chuyang! I can hear it clearly!" Wei Tian shook the dagger again and smiled slightly, "My eldest brother happens to be called Song Chuyang!"

Before the killer could be surprised, the dagger slashed down his throat.

As the killers fell one by one, Wei Tian kept chanting in his mouth: "The overlord is angry, only the heavens are breathing, and this life lives up to the brotherly righteousness! Look at the present day, I am the king, and I have stepped on the three mountains!"

Wei Tian held the head in one hand, and his right hand danced quickly on the buttons.

Soon, the phone ding-dong, and the screen shows that the message has been sent successfully.

The silence in the room was broken by the melodious ringing of a bell, a special machine, and very few people could get in.

The Darkwalker picked up his phone and looked at it, and sure enough, it was sent by his own brother!

"That's it!" is just two simple words.

Wei Tian looked at the head who was still dripping blood, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of playfulness.

Ten minutes ago, this was a living life, but now, it is dead!

However, his hands were already stained with countless blood, and he didn't care about this more.

The coldness of his fingertips seemed to spread to the bottom of his heart, but he had long been used to it, and there was a hint of enjoyment.

He sneered and threw it down, and the head had rolled three meters away.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, and he breathed greedily.

Blood stained the grass a blinding red, and scattered human organs were scattered throughout.

The wheels rolled slowly, mercilessly crushing past.

"Poof!" is the sound of the brain bursting out as it is squeezed.

The bloody corpse can prove how cruel the torture has just been here, but only Tian left without looking back.

"My name is Wei Tian and I'm from Hell!" is his self-introduction.

Not far away, several men in suits and leather shoes waited patiently.

"Hello, we are the Darkwalker's men. A man in sunglasses stepped forward.

Weitian didn't raise his eyes, but responded lightly.

"Please!" said the man politely.

The plane roared and weaved through the clouds, leaving only a long tail.