The middle-aged man was very angry at the moment, and there was some uneasiness in addition to that.

The existence of two blood races that can kill him is either a policeman with a large number of people, or someone with the same ability as him, although there is also a third possibility, but he feels that the probability of the first two is higher.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I felt.

The middle-aged man couldn't wait to crush the blood in the body of the sharp-beaked monkey cheek man in one breath and turn it into nutrients for recycling.

If it weren't for the fact that time was still too short, and the blood seed hadn't yet matured, he would have really done that.

"Big ...... My lord, I didn't think things would turn out like this, please forgive me!"

Seeing the angry look on the middle-aged man, the man with the sharp beak and monkey cheeks suddenly turned frightened, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

The middle-aged man was furious in his heart, but he couldn't do anything to him, so he could only scold fiercely: "Waste!"

"Yes, yes, my lord is right! I'm a piece of waste!"

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man hurriedly agreed, his head bowed deeply.

"My lord, I think I have some energy in Qingshan City, why don't you ask someone to investigate?"

The man in the expensive suit lowered his head and pondered carefully for a moment before he looked up and spoke.

"It's fine. ”

The middle-aged man had no reason to refuse this proposal, and he agreed without even thinking about it.

He is still clear about the details of the man in the suit.

As the chairman of one of the top companies in Qingshan City, his industries have long expanded outside the city and have a certain reputation in his province.

Relying on his connections to investigate this matter carefully must not be too difficult.

And the existence of a man like him is now humbly bowing in front of a middle-aged man.

This makes the middle-aged man's heart very satisfied and proud.

There is a sense of pride in the crowd.

"Old Yang!"

Then.

A deep voice sounded in the middle-aged man's ear.

He looked up, and two figures at the gate immediately appeared in his field of vision.

His originally angry face gradually dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a smile subconsciously appeared on his wrinkled face.

Even the emotions of inner turmoil began to return to calm.

"Lao Zhao!"

"Young boy!"

He shouted with a smile and strode up.

The "Lao Zhao" in his mouth is a middle-aged man in an old black tunic, who should be a few years older than him, most of his hair is pale at the roots, and his clothes also have large and small stitches, and he wears a pair of equally old and tattered liberation shoes under his feet.

Judging from the dress, the living habits of this person named Lao Zhao are extremely simple.

The other person, "Yang Boy", was a young man who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He has a handsome face, full of youth, and is very fashionable in his dress, wearing a famous brand, which has become an obvious contrast with that old Zhao.

"I said Lao Yang, isn't it just that you have killed one of your subordinates?

The young man known as "Yang Boy" said with some irritation.

Originally, he was going to have a good time with a few little sisters he had just met, but as soon as he arrived at the door of the hotel, he received a call from a middle-aged man, which made him very impatient.

If it weren't for the fact that the middle-aged man and him were both capable people, and they were still allies, otherwise he would really not have paid attention to the other party.

Yes.

Middle-aged man, Lao Zhao, Yang boy.

Although the three of them have different ages, concepts, and beliefs, it does not affect them to form an alliance together, and the purpose is naturally to guard against other capable people.

They who have been baptized by the spirit tide and have gained the ability naturally do not think that only the three of them are so lucky in this world.

Therefore, they believe that in the coming period, it is undoubtedly a very wise choice to join the group.

Eight people, led by men in suits, were half-kneeling on the ground, still maintaining their previous position.

These people noticed the arrival of the others, but they showed no signs of rash action, obviously knowing what the identities of the young man and the old Zhao were.

"Old Yang, you have a subordinate dead?"

Lao Zhao was slightly surprised, and glanced at the group of people who were half-kneeling on the ground.

He has some understanding of the abilities of middle-aged men, and naturally knows what the real meaning of these people's existence is.

Even the young man who was dressed very fashionably on the side looked at them with a look of pity.

In his eyes, there is no difference between these people who are actually dead from the roots.

"It's not one dead, it's two. ”

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

At the mention of this, the anger in his heart, which had finally been calmed down, began to burn again.

I had already scolded Wang Long and Zeng Gang in my heart.

"It doesn't make a difference, does it?"

The young man known as "Yang Boy" spoke speechlessly.

One or two people died, and there was nothing at all in his eyes.

He didn't understand why the middle-aged man had gathered them together because of this incident.

Is it true that the older you get, the more confused you become?

"Lao Yang, Lao Zhao, you guys can discuss it slowly, I'll go back first. ”

Whether he's confused or not, he's getting out of here now.

With that, he turned around and prepared to go back the way he came.

"Xiao Yang!"

Seeing this, Lao Zhao turned around and called him.

"Call me when you have something big. ”

The young man waved his hand without looking back, and left in a very chic manner.

At the same time, he wondered if it was the right choice to ally with these two nervous old things.

After all, since he had the ability, he had not found any trace of other abilities these days, and his life was as peaceful as before, but the quality of life had changed.

Watching the young man gradually leave, the middle-aged man and Lao Zhao glanced at each other, and then did not say anything more.

And at this moment.

The other side.

Outside the dump.

Yang Yun, dressed in a hooded black robe and wearing a crimson patterned mask, appeared at the door outside the garbage dump.

"Is this it?"

Glancing sideways at a sign erected next to it, he made sure it was the place, and then entered the junkyard.

It didn't take a moment to get in.

Yang Yun saw a black shadow slowly walking towards him.

His body was strengthened by various talents, and he clearly saw the specific appearance of the black shadow in the dark night.

Immediately, a faint blue light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The figure's personal basic information instantly appeared in his mind.

[Name: Zhang Yang]

[Power: 4.85]

[Dexterity: 4.32]

[Stamina: 4.27]

[Spirit: 7.64]

[Ability: Puppet Manipulation]

"The ...... of the Competent"

At the moment when he saw the figure information panel, the corners of Yang Yun's mouth under the mask rose slightly.

I came out tonight, but I finally got some harvest in advance, so I won't go home disappointed.

"Huh?"

The young man, who was thinking about which chick he was going to play with next, was slightly stunned, and he seemed to see a dark shadow in front of him.

"What's that?"

He frowned and approached the shadow.