The world is big, and everywhere there is the most powerful existence.

Just like in Asia, the Chinese god of war Dragon Emperor and the Chinese god of medicine Fu Jingyu are recognized as the two most powerful men in Asia.

And in Africa, the most powerful man is not African.

It's Chinese!

He was the kind who didn't look amazing, without a tall figure or a handsome face.

The name is also very ordinary.

Zhong Yi!

Two simple words, the kind that will not attract the attention of others when placed in the pile.

But it is such a man, on the African continent, who has a name that is feared to the bone.

Despot!

The Great Emperor of the Poison Fang Mercenaries!

King of the most feared mercenary organization on the African continent.

Everywhere in the world, he has participated in many wars, and he is a retired special operations soldier king, and his single-man combat ability is outrageous.

He is the most powerful man in Africa!

Although the appearance is not amazing, but walking in the looking forward room, there is a momentum that cannot be ignored.

It was a natural formation of staying at the top for a long time.

However, a man who is so awesome has a look of fear on his face at this moment.

No one knew that such a fierce man did not serve as his mercenary emperor on the African continent, but came to the distant continent of Europe.

He came to this continent just to see someone.

A man who even a fierce man like him has to be treated with respect.

Lord Earl!

If he came to see the Earl at ordinary times, he would not have to have the slightest psychological burden at all, but after listening to the butler, the Earl was in a very bad mood, so it was better to be careful.

Crossing the corridor, he finally stopped.

The butler, who had walked in front, bowed respectfully to him, and then gently pushed the door open.

The heavy door was pushed open, and suddenly, a deafening sound of music was heard.

Then the tyrant saw the scene inside.

It's still the same familiar luxury room.

A very luxurious sound system is unleashing a roar and roar, and a little old man in a tuxedo is dancing like a convulsion.

The little old man was very short, and if there was a very vicious word to describe his height, it would be a dwarf.

However, both the tyrant and the steward believed that no one in the world would dare to say these two words to the earl.

Because the price to be paid will be life.

They are all convinced, without doubt!

This time the butler did not go in, but whispered to the tyrant, "Please come in, Lord Earl has been waiting for a long time!"

Hearing this, the tyrant took a deep breath and walked inside.

As soon as he entered, the butler gently closed the door.

The tyrant did not disturb the pleasure of the Earl's dance, but found a place to sit down and enjoy the dance without the slightest beauty.

He knew that no one could disturb the Earl while he was listening to music and dancing.

The little old man didn't seem to see the tyrant come in, and was still enjoying himself.

For a long time.

The music finally stopped.

The little old man's convulsive body finally quieted down.

He finally looked at the tyrant, showed a smile, and said, "Mr. tyrant, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and you are still as handsome as ever!"

"Compared to Lord Earl, Zhong Yi is just as inconspicuous as a weed on the side of the road!" the tyrant opened his mouth and revealed a simple smile, which was simply incredible compared to his murderous and unblinking character.

The little old man smiled, very useful to this sycophant.

He walked over slowly, picked up two wine glasses on the coffee table, picked up a bottle of spirits that looked like blood, and poured two glasses.

Gladiator's blood!

One of the strongest wines in the world.

It is also the favorite of the little old man's life.

He picked up a cup and handed it to the tyrant.

The tyrant took it with a solemn face, put it in front of the tip of his nose and sniffed it, took a deep breath, and showed an intoxicated look on his face.

Then he poured the glass of wine into his mouth.

An unspeakable heat exploded in his mouth, and then went down his throat, burning the internal organs in his body.

Even the tyrant who was accustomed to drinking all kinds of famous wines couldn't help but blush at this moment, the green tendons on his neck were bulging, his fists were clenched, and his body trembled slightly.

It's like pain, but it's like enjoyment.

After a long while, he let out a long breath and said with appreciation: "This glass of wine alone makes me feel that this trip is worthwhile, and I am very grateful to the Earl for your kind wine!"

Hearing this, the little old man waved his hand lightly and said, "Originally, I didn't want to call you over, but there is one thing that I want to solve once and for all, except for you, I can't think of anyone else!"

The tyrant suddenly said with a surprised face: "Your Excellency Killing the Emperor's strength is not worse than mine, why don't you look for her?"

The little old man smashed his mouth, and instead of answering his question, he asked, "How long has it been since you dealt with the Huaxia God of War Dragon Emperor and the Huaxia God of Medicine Fu Jingyu?"

As soon as these two names came out, the tyrant's face changed slightly.

He thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "It's been more than ten years!"

As he spoke, he didn't know what he thought, his face changed again, and he said ugly: "Lord Earl doesn't want me to deal with those two people, right?"

For the Chinese god of war and the Chinese god of medicine, this African mercenary emperor tyrant is respectful.

Because even if he is as strong as him, once he sets foot on the land of Huaxia, without the support of the back road, he feels that he has no possibility of leaving alive.

That is a real world-class master, and when the two join forces, it is even more terrifying to the point of incomparability.

It is precisely for this reason that for so many years, few world-class masters have dared to set foot on the land of Huaxia, for fear of angering the two guardian saints of Huaxia.

Last time, he took over the task of a wealthy family in Huaxia and sent two elite subordinates into Huaxia to carry out an assassination mission, but the task was not completed, but it was folded in Huaxia, which made the tyrant feel distressed for a long time.

After all, it is too difficult to cultivate an obedient and capable subordinate in this year.

What made him most angry was the loss of a squad in the Philippines not long ago.

It was also a confrontation with the Chinese soldiers, and finally ended in annihilation.

But there is no way, the last time it was to serve the Earl, so this dumb loss, he can only swallow it hard!

Judging from these, Huaxia is now full of strong people, and its combat effectiveness is extremely terrifying!

If possible, he didn't want to dare to deal with those guys in Huaxia at all!

It's just some crazy people who don't want to die!

Now that Lord Earl suddenly talked about the Huaxia Dragon Emperor and Fu Jingyu, it was no wonder that the tyrant would be surprised.

(End of chapter)