The sound of a storm of rapid impact was endless, and the terrifying whip leg that had claimed the lives of 60 opponents was constantly kicking the masked man's waist, abdomen, neck and other deadly parts at an astonishing speed of four legs per second. [Latest chapter reading.]

The masked man's body kept retreating, but his grip on Grace Lee's hand did not relax a little.

With a "snap", Grace Lee's arm was broken and dislocated like a noodle, and her entire arm was completely unconscious, hanging limply by her side.

A sneer hung on the corner of Ling Yun's mouth, his eyes stared at the fight in the ring without blinking, and the tiny flames in his heart that were imperceptible were gradually burning into monstrous flames.

The masked man grabbed Grace Lee's arm and dragged him around, using his body to block Kristi Pauli's ferocious kicks.

Every blow from the red-eyed Kristi Pauli that had already killed made Grace Lee's body suffer a great shock, and the internal organs had already been ruptured, and blood gushed like a spring.

A fierce glint flashed in the masked man's eyes, and a crazy headbutt hit directly and completely ended Grace Lee's pain. He then took advantage of the 0.5 seconds of Kristi Pauli's hesitation when he saw his partner being killed, and his pupils constricted.

Kristi Pauli felt a pain in his throat while his ankle tightened, and the masked man suddenly burst out with a strong murderous aura and lifted his opponent up.

The masked man held his opponent in a demonstrative circle, then let him down and slammed him into his knee with a loud roar, and Christy Pauli's vertebrae began to shatter from the middle.

Kristi Pauli's desperate final struggle ripped the masked man's mask off, but his dilated pupils could no longer see the man who had killed him, Anthony Marcus, the "Demon King of Hell".

A "man" in the ring with a completely shattered vertebrae hung on Anthony Marcus's half-squatting knee in an extremely strange position.

?“ Ahh......h

Throwing the body of Christy Pauli, whose spine had been broken in two, to the ground, Anthony Marcus threw his head back and let out an earth-shattering roar. The hideous scar on his face, which slid from the corner of his brow to the bridge of his nose to the right corner of his mouth, was like the mouth of a demon with its fangs bared.

"It seems that someone knows that I need money lately, so they came to send me money. Ling Yun snuffed out the cigarette he had just lit in his hand, and then said to Shikov with a smile: "We have an old Chinese saying, called 'come and don't be reasonable'. Go tell them that I want to go down and ask for advice myself. ”

Shikov found that at this moment, behind the bright smile hidden under Ling Yun's handsome face, there was a terrifying killing intent, a majesty that could not be violated. Tearing through all hidden camouflage, the Eastern Devil showed its hideous teeth and chose people to devour.

"Today's game was exciting. Ling Yun was like the master here, he sat on the chair and naturally gave the order: "After two days, the location will be chosen by the other party." Tell the other party that I will buy it for 100 million dollars and win. ”

At this time, he was like a king, and there was a convincing temperament in his words.

"Okay, everything is fine. Shikov was very happy to see Ling Yun's transformation, his heart had gradually turned cold, and he became like a person from a real dark world.

Shikov instructed one of his subordinates standing behind him, "Go and carry out Mr. Lingyun's order immediately." He coldly emphasized the two words of the order—

Shangri-La Hotel, a luxurious Presidential Suite with a panoramic view of London at night.

The exotic interiors are designed with traditional walnut, fur, natural fibres and Italian marble, combined with modern original artwork and contemporary touches such as plasma TVs, as well as home theatre equipment, premium audio, fax machine, laptop and two Jacuzzis with small TVs.

Here Ling Yun saw the woman in the photo - Catherine.

Catherine looked bathed, wearing a silver-grey tight, low-cut, off-the-shoulder slip dress and a pair of silver slippers on her feet.

This feminine woman's eyes are blocked by long, wavy hair, exuding a noble aura and a mysterious beauty.

Ling Yun gracefully made a polite bending motion like a traditional gentleman of the British Empire, and said with a charming smile on his handsome face: "Beautiful Catherine, it is a pleasure to see you, your beauty is overshadowed by even the most beautiful goddess, and even the moon has lost its luster in front of your beauty." ”

Catherine's big beautiful eyes blinked, her long eyelashes fluttered, and her soul-destroying eyes seemed to release chemicals that dried out a man's tongue.

Ling Yun continued to speak sweet words that he had become more and more proficient in, "I believe that tonight will have a sweet night worthy of our lifelong memories. ”

Catherine seemed to be quite satisfied with Ling Yun, she showed a charming smile, raised her hands, stretched her waist lazily forward, and said, "You are really good at talking." When her **** stood up, Ling Yun could clearly visually detect that the ** under her thin silk sundress was at least 35d.

"It's so big, it's so good, it doesn't seem to be much worse than Lisa. Ling Yun, a bad man, couldn't help but secretly compare Catherine with his own private treasures.

But just as Catherine was about to do the most enjoyable thing in the world with this handsome, well-sized man, Ling Yun suddenly pointed to the laptop on the desk and said, "Can I use the computer?"

Catherine was stunned for ten seconds before she replied, "Of course, you please." ”

With all the other party's expressions in his hands, Ling Yun smiled secretly in his heart and took off his coat and put it on the crystal's high-angle hanger.

Sitting down at the table, Ling Yun took out a cigarette and lit it, and then logged on to the website of Hell He, Ling Yun began to browse carefully.

"The man used to see that he didn't even blink his eyes, but this hateful Oriental man actually put me aside. ”

Catherine walked to Ling Yun with some confusion to see what he was doing, but when she looked at the computer screen, Ling Yunwei, who was originally engrossed in staring at the computer, smiled and hugged her tightly into her arms with a big hand.

Ling Yun's eyes were still glued to the screen, searching for the information he wanted. But the **** hidden in his body, under the stimulation of the woman, has been gradually hooked.

Catherine smelled a strong male scent emanating from Ling Yun's body, and at this moment she kept panting, and her rapid snort kept blowing onto Ling Yun's chest.

With a force in Ling Yun's hand, Catherine's head shook back and forth, and her swallowing sped up unconsciously.

When Catherine's head was undulating, her crimson face was full of a ** feeling. The sexy plump red lips opened slightly, panting, happiness was brewing in Ling Yun's body bit by bit, and finally the surging pleasure was on the verge of exploding........

At the moment of release, Ling Yun also found what he was looking for, only to see some terrifying data clearly appear on the computer screen.

Marcus is one of the strongest fighters in the black market boxing tournament with a perfect technical system. He's a well-rounded game, with excellent striking, invading, back-joint, and ground game.

Attached: Anthony Marcus (1962~1996) height 1. 88 meters and a weight of 102 kg. Bench press 160 kg. Squat 560 kg. Record: 167 wins in 168 fights, including 114 kills. Many of his most popular masters, including Jason Jacob and Monster O'D Brown, have become his stepping stones.

After briefly browsing for a while, Ling Yun, who had memorized all the information in his mind, quietly entered a dark energy into the computer, paralyzing all its software and hardware systems. Although it was just some inconsequential peripheral information, the careful Ling Yun still ruled out the possibility of re-tracking the IP he had just browsed through any method.

Catherine's mouth hung a long, transparent Y-body, which shimmered in the light of a table lamp.

Ling Yun suddenly found that the best way to torture and punish a woman was to provoke her **** and then not satisfy her, just like Ling Yun did to Catherine now.

"Now it's time to pick ripe fruit. Ling Yun smiled wickedly, picked her up and sat on top of him with her legs apart, and whispered in Catherine's ear, "Now let my brother feed you." ”

Ling Yun, a lascivious man, turned that high-end Milanese fashion into a worthless piece of broken steps, and then gently licked Catherine's ear with his tongue, and announced evilly: "The train to heaven is about to depart, are you ready?"

******

It didn't take long for the room to be filled with the violent gasps of men and the coquettish moans of women—

The next morning, when the first soft and warm rays of sunlight shone through the panoramic sea-view skylight and dyed the entire comfortable bed golden yellow, Catherine writhed her delicate body and broke away from her hazy eyes.

The man who sent him to heaven last night was no longer around, except for a freshly plucked delicate and gorgeous blood-red rose with dewdrops, lying quietly beside her pillow to accompany her.

Catherine clenched the dried flowers, and a charming and satisfied sweet smile escaped from her pretty face, and said with a charming light on the corner of her eyebrows: "Last night was indeed a wonderful night worth remembering for a lifetime." ”

At this time, Ling Yun sat peacefully in his black Mercedes-Benz car, which was made of special explosion-proof metal and could withstand direct attacks from medium-powered grenades, holding a burning cigar cigarette in one hand and constantly tapping the five fingers of the other hand on his thigh.

"That chick last night was a real superb. Thinking of the woman's ******** expression last night and the appearance of begging for mercy at the end, Ling Yun's **, which had just calmed down, seemed to have signs of raising his head again, and muttered to his brother in his heart: "What are you excited about in broad daylight." ”

The brand-new black Mercedes drove on a wide eight-lane road, and as it drove through the east side of London's famous Trafalgar Square, it entered a downward curve, where the road was narrow, so the horns were blaring and the cars lined up in a long queue seemed crowded.

"Are the government officials who just urge taxpayers to pay their taxes idiots?"

Ling Yun's car finally advanced to the middle of the narrow curve, and he found that it was not only domestic traffic that was a headache: "Could it be that I encountered a series of car accidents that are rare in China?"

Suddenly, two dark black motorcycles with a "whine" motor sound drove from behind to Lingyun's Mercedes-Benz.

The motorcyclist, wearing a black leather jacket and a protective helmet, pulled out a T6 high-energy explosive from his arms, unplugged it, threw it under the Mercedes Benz, and then used the motorcycle's maneuverability to disappear into traffic.

Although the poor Mercedes-Benz has anti-explosion function, it was still blown up by the powerful T6 more than two meters high, turned over and smashed heavily on the solid road, and smashed over a beautiful mini car parked on the side of the road, and the screams and frightened cries of the crowd passed through the smoke-filled street.

In the face of the sudden "terrorist attack", many drivers who were sitting in the car and complained about the traffic conditions in Britain like Ling Yun opened the car door and jumped onto the road, rushing to both sides of the street in despair.

Almost at the same time as the second blow arrived, Ling Yun in the Mercedes-Benz slammed the car door and rolled from the car to the side of the road.

A dark red demon fire flew rapidly from the building in the distance with a long tail, and the whistling sound of breaking wind tore through the air, accurately hitting the brand-new black Mercedes-Benz sedan that Ling Yun was riding in just now.

With a loud "boom", the scrap metal, which had been twisted into a large ball of fire, flew diagonally towards the black-brown wood-paneled wall of a quaint restaurant in the Golden Mile after a series of difficult somersaults.

In the luxurious room on the top floor of a commercial building in the distance, two big men in black suits took in everything that had just happened through the binoculars in their hands.

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