"Hey, that kid at the door, go and call your big brother!"

A younger brother next to the man walked to the iron door of the villa and shouted at a white man who was peeing.

"Hmm, you, you're talking about me?"

The white man turned his head with a red face burping and looked at the man at the door suspiciously.

"Who else is here but you?!"

The little brother snorted coldly and looked at the white man with disdain.

"What the hell are you? You call uncle, uncle is going over?!"

The white man waved his hand impatiently, picked up the library, turned around and left.

"Big White Bear, I think you want to die, don't you? Get over here and open the door!

Seeing that the white man ignored it and turned around to leave, the little brother was instantly anxious and scolded angrily.

"Bastard, what did you just call grandpa!?"

The white man turned sharply, his face furious, and rushed at a speed that was extremely unbefitting his size, and the little brother was lifted by the collar before he could even react.

"You, you're so fast, let go of me!"

The man's hands tore at the white man's hands, but the disparity in strength between the two sides had no effect, and his face turned red because of suffocation.

"Huh?!"

Butters, who was the leader on the side, flashed danger on his face, kicked his feet on the ground, easily jumped over the iron gate more than two meters high, appeared behind the white man, raised his foot, and kicked the white man in both knees.

Puff ......

The man bent his legs and knelt on the ground in response, and the little brother in his hand fell to the ground, immediately gasping for fresh air.

"You're looking for death, aren't you?!"

Annoyed, the younger brother pulled out the pistol at his waist and was about to shoot through the head of the white man who was kneeling on the ground.

"Butters, are you going a little too far?"

A more majestic white man appeared beside the little brother without a sound, and the black shadow flashed, and the pistol in the little brother's hand had changed hands.

The white man twisted the pistol he had snatched into a ball and threw it on the ground as if he were twisting it.

"If I don't, my people will be killed by your people!"

Butters snorted coldly and glanced coldly at Gretov.

"But all I see is you do it to my people, and this kid wants to kill my people. ”

Gletov's eyes narrowed together, a killing intent flashed, and his momentum changed: "Whoever wants to kill me will have to pay with his life!"

Gretov burst into flames and threw a heavy punch into the unsuspecting man next to him.

can twist the pistol into a ball with all his strength, and there is no doubt about that strength, if this punch really falls on the man's body, I am afraid that he will die in an instant.

"Whoever wants to kill me, it's not that simple!"

Before Butters could finish speaking, the man had already jumped into the air, although he moved backwards, but his body was very dexterous, he stopped between the younger brother and Gretov, raised his fists, and blasted towards Gretov's fist.

Boom......

There was a dull thud, and the fists of the two slammed together.

Gretov took half a step back.

Butters staggered back three or four steps.

Seeing that Butters was at a loss, the men on the side all pulled out their pistols at their waists, and pointed the muzzles of the guns at Gretov, and the crowd in the house who were still reveling noticed the strangeness outside, and they all rushed out with their guys, and the two sides faced off in front of the iron gate of the villa in an instant.

After a moment of confrontation, the expressionless Gretov suddenly looked up and laughed.

"Hahaha, Butters, you're Lord Gugat's man, I'm Lord Kilevtoski's man, we should be allies now, not enemies, so you can't do anything here, can you?"

Butters gave Gretov a deep look and nodded.

"Okay, open the door! Now that the misunderstanding is settled, let's go in together and have a party!"

Gretov laughed and walked into the villa as if nothing had happened.

Soon only Butters and his group are left standing outside the door.

"Shall we go in?"

All eyes of his men are on Butters, waiting for him to make an idea.

"Get in. ”

Butters took a deep breath and waved his hand, his eyes stayed on Gretov, from the moment he just fought, he had an idea of Gretov's strength.

It should be the same as him, both are at the beginning of the ground level, but in terms of strength, Gretov is superior, but in terms of speed, he should be a little stronger, in general, the two are not up and down, and no one can help anyone.

I'm afraid that's why Gretov suddenly stopped, and he must have realized this.

Although the relationship between the two sides is nominally cooperative, after all, it is not very solid, and they both want to overpower each other, but after some fighting, they also realize that the strength of the two sides is almost the same, so this temporarily returned to calm.

If one is strong and the other is weak, I am afraid it will become a different picture.

Su Ye put his hands in his pockets and walked down the street unhurriedly.

"Hey, I said when is it now, I'm afraid it'll be too late if you don't hurry, right?"

Su Ye wasn't in a hurry, Parsena who was following behind him was in a hurry first.

After all, the appointed time was noon, and now it seems that it is almost time, but Su Ye is still walking slowly here, and when he arrives, I am afraid it will be the Year of the Monkey.

"Don't worry, it's definitely not too late, and besides, I'm also the head and face of Hades, what's wrong with letting them wait for me for a while? Besides, it's too early to go, but I won't see a good show. ”

Su Ye had a smile on his face and looked at the location of the abandoned power plant.

"What's the show?"

Parsena didn't understand what Su Ye meant at all, and was confused, but since Su Ye was not in a hurry, it was useless for him to be in a hurry, so he simply stopped caring about it, made up his mind, and just followed behind Su Ye and walked slowly and leisurely.

Inside a waste power plant.

Because of last night's incident, Rezel never rested well, and fell asleep near dawn, and when he woke up, it was already noon.

"It's already noon?!"

Looking at the dazzling sunlight, Reezel frowned and swept his gaze around: "What about Warner?

"Young Master, Warner replied to the message earlier that he had already contacted the family and would come to pick us up later. ”

Kanna, who was guarding the side, replied respectfully.

"Oh, yes, yes, I finally heard good news. ”

Seeing that he could finally get out of here, a smile flashed across Razel's face, but he quickly sank again.

Thinking that there were no less than 100 people hiding in the jungle outside, Rezel had a big head, if he couldn't find a way to solve the people in the jungle, I was afraid that even if the family's helicopter came, they wouldn't be able to leave safely.

"Go, go and call Salsmo in. ”

"Young Master, what's the matter?"

Before Reezel could finish speaking, Salsmo walked in.

Raizer glanced at Salsmo in surprise, a hint of jealousy flashed in the depths of his eyes, before he could finish his words, this guy had already come in, apparently he had been nearby before.

The thought of Salsmo, a man with impure intentions, guarding his side, made Rezel feel uneasy, and soon his face returned to normal, the corners of his mouth rose, and he thought of a clever plan.

"Salsmo, you also heard what you said just now, there will be a helicopter to pick us up immediately, but the Mi people in the nearby jungle will definitely do everything possible to stop us, in order for us to retreat safely, you go to the vicinity to clean up all the Mi people. ”

"After all, you are a late earth-level martial artist, and you can be regarded as the most powerful martial artist under the heaven-level martial arts, and even the rice country will never dare to disobey the strict orders of the sword god, they will only send ground-level martial artists, I believe that with your strength, there will definitely be no problems!"

The corners of Rezel's mouth rose and he smiled sinisterly, and before Salsmo could speak, he directly snuffed out his chance to refute, and there was no flaw on the surface.

After all, Salsmo was the only late-stage martial artist in their group, and he was also the strongest, and sending him out was indeed safer than others.

But the people of the United States can't speculate on the hard strength of the warrior level at all, after all, the people of the United States are better at firearms, just like Teague who died at the hands of Shaq last night, although Shak is only the strength of the peak of the Xuan level, but he still successfully killed Teague in the middle of the ground level.

Before reaching the heaven-level martial arts, firearms are still a deadly threat.