"Hahaha, I didn't expect the famous silver fox to be scared silly by me, it seems that when people are terrified to the extreme, they can be stupid, and the silver fox is no exception!" Iverson paused for a full three seconds, and then he burst into laughter, and the tears of laughter fell. [with _ dream]ā

"Hmph, I'll make sure you won't laugh in a while!" Xiang Zuo said seriously.

"Actually, who sent me, or who the forces behind me are, it doesn't mean anything to you, because you're already a dying man, no, you're already a dead man, to be exact!" Iverson's arrogance is still the same, of course, he also has this capital.

"I've already given you a chance, but you don't cherish it, then don't blame me!" Xiang Zuo said so seriously that even Iverson doubted that he was telling the truth, but that's what he thought.

It is true that Xiang Zuo is powerful, but he has never seen the person who is fixed by his silver needle can still move, and he is still very confident in his gold needle puncture point.

"Hahaha, you are still hard-mouthed when you die, are you Chinese people like this? Since you want to die so much, then I'll give you a ride!" Although Iverson was very confident in his methods, he was still somewhat shaken in the face of Xiang Zuo, and he could only feel at ease if he killed Xiang Zuo immediately.

"Poof" Just when Iverson's right hand grabbed the handle of the three-edged military thorn and was about to thrust it down, the originally fixed move to the left suddenly, only to see his body shake, and the silver needles that were originally pierced into his body all bounced out of his body and directly pierced into Iverson's body.

This scene was so sudden that Iverson didn't react directly, and felt the pain in his body in a daze!

Then, to the left, he grabbed the strangely long three-edged thorn and stabbed Iverson in the thigh with a backhand.

"I just reminded you, say it honestly, I might consider sparing your dog's life, but you didn't cherish it!" Xiang Zuo still had his original expression, but Zhou Sheng burst out with a strong killing intent.

"Ah" Iverson is one of the world's top killers, this is true, but he is not King Kong's incorruptible body, ** like ordinary people, being stabbed in, it still hurts to die or live.

Piercing the thorn into Iverson's thigh to the left, he didn't stop, stirring hard, this is not an ordinary blade, this is a three-edged military thorn, if he turns around, a hole will definitely be dug out of his thigh, and the flesh and blood will be scattered on the ground, this almost Ling Chi pain directly made him ignore the pain of those silver needles piercing into his body.

"Remember, Lao Tzu is a silver fox, an undefeated legend, there has been no before, and there will be no in the future, the outside world regards a few of you as the world's top killers, but in my case, it's not a fart, let alone you, it's your so-called 'swaying, looking up, pulling out the north' combined, it's not enough for Lao Tzu to play!"

"You," Iverson's face was distorted with pain, distorted to the point that his parents couldn't even recognize it.

"You want to ask me why I can break free from the golden needle puncture point that you are proud of, then let me tell you, what you have learned is the fur at all, this is the essence of my Huaxia, even if you are mentally retarded like you, even if you study it all your life, you can't achieve it, and you even drink red wine to celebrate defeating me, I'll let you drink more!" Xiang Zuo twisted it fiercely after speaking, and then pulled out the triangular army thorn and stabbed it into Iverson's other leg.

Then he turned and walked over to the table, picked up the half glass of red wine that Iverson had just celebrated, and poured it all into the hole he had just punched in Iverson's thigh.

"Ahh

"In addition, I want to tell you that Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, not to mention that you have learned a special skin, that is, the great success of learning, in our Chinese people, there is still a way to crack it, grandson, do you know what internal strength, if I am willing, I can force out all the internal strength at the moment when the silver needle pierces into the body, by the way, since you are very talented in studying Chinese martial arts, I might as well show you the internal strength!"

After saying this, he half-clenched his fist and slowly smashed it on Iverson's waist.

"Click!" the sound of bones breaking.

"Poof!" Iverson, wailing, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This punch, to the left, really contains internal strength, seems to be very slow, in fact, it doesn't use any force, even so Iverson's ribs are completely broken, the muscle tissue is completely destroyed, almost, the broken ribs pierced into the lung lobes, if not within 24 hours, find a doctor for effective treatment, the skin will definitely die.

"This punch, I still retain my internal strength, otherwise you would already be on the 21st floor!" What is called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, what is pretending to be forced to slap the face, to the left this is a resounding slap in the face.

"Now I'm giving you a chance, you tell me, who is behind you!" suddenly changed color to the left, and the cold light in his eyes swept over Iverson, who was twitching on the ground.

"Poof" I don't know if Iverson vomited blood in fright with this Sen Ran's killing intent, or if the qi and blood in his body were churning, he simply couldn't suppress it, and had to vomit blood, anyway, he couldn't say a word except vomiting blood now.

"Okay, it seems that you are not willing to cooperate, then as I said before, this room that looks pretty good, even if it is a burial place, today next year, if I am in a good mood, I will burn you two pieces of paper money, after all, you are also the famous international killer 'Donghuang' Iverson!"

"Woo" At the moment of life and death, Iverson still struggled to say something, wanting to express something, but it was too vague to hear clearly to the left.

"Oh, I want to say it, that's a chance for you!" leaned over Iverson's shirt to the left, wiped the blood from his hands, and teased him as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Woo" Nima, who had been struggling for a long time, was slurring again, but he was clearly crawling towards the window.

"Damn, this is the last chance, if you don't say it, you will never say it, eh, look at your posture, you are going to jump from the window, okay, I don't object. Xiang Zuo was sure that a person like Iverson would not commit suicide, after all, he still had hundreds of millions of dollars of American knives unspent, rich people, who would want to die.

At best, he played with the unbeatable killer and handed him over to the police, and it was not his business whether the police could ask for something out of Iverson's mouth.

"Poof!" Iverson squirted another mouthful of blood, and then, holding back the pain, he suddenly kicked on the leg of the table where he had just drunk tea, and his body bounced straight out, shattering the floor-to-ceiling glass, and falling.