Late at night, Comrade Lao Wang sat cross-legged on the bed, secretly running his true qi, wandering around his body, polishing his meridians and cultivation. He encountered a bottleneck, and for a long time, his strength did not improve an inch.

He has a hunch that if he can break through the bottleneck this time, his strength will achieve a qualitative leap.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wang Yong opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the window.

At some point, a young white man stood outside the window, looking at him with a smirk.

"You found out so soon?" The white youth laughed.

Wang Yong got up and jumped suddenly, like a vigorous male leopard, jumping out of the window and rushing straight to the white youth, the white youth did not dodge, and when he saw Wang Yong pounce, he punched out.

It seems to be a soft punch, but it contains full strength.

But if you talk about hard work, who has Wang Yong ever been afraid of? Jiuyang Gong was running secretly, and the true qi was poured into his right arm, and it was also punched, with a muffled sound, the two fists collided, and the white young man flew backwards, while Wang Yong stood in place, not moving.

The white young man's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Wang Yong in shock.

"You're a ghost hand in North Carolina?"

There was a sneer on the corner of Wang Yong's mouth, his expression was ancient, but it was cold, which made people shudder.

It stands to reason that after receiving his punch, the bones of Ghost Hand North Carolina should be shattered, but unexpectedly, Ghost Hand North Carolina does not seem to have anything to do.

This makes Wang Yong a little strange, he knows a little about the ghost hand North Carolina, the world's fourth-ranked killer, Xiaodao's defeated general, it is impossible to have such a strong strength.

It seems that the information is wrong!

In the past few years, the ghost hand North Carolina should have bumped into some big opportunity, and its strength has increased greatly.

"You're from the underworld?"

The ghost hand Beika looked at Wang Yong and asked in a deep voice.

"Don't you think it's too late for you to know?" Wang Yong smiled coldly, he had already known the news that the ghost hand North Carolina came to China, and the last time Aunt Lan was in an inexplicable coma, it also attracted Wang Yong's attention, if he was defenseless, wouldn't he become a fool?

"It's a little late! I'm curious, you use the kung fu of the martial arts in Huaxia? ”

Ghost Hand North Carolina smiled, his smile was a little gloomy in the moonlight.

"Do you still know the kung fu of the inner martial arts?"

Wang Yong was a little surprised, how did this Western devil know about Chinese kung fu? You must know that not many people know about the affairs of internal martial arts, even in China.

"The world is so big, there are no wonders, why can't I know?" Ghost Hand North Carolina laughed.

When Wang Yong heard this, he laughed, this ghost thing, he still wants to drag the idiom, and he is nondescript. Immediately, he stopped talking nonsense and threw himself at the ghost hand North Carolina.

The ghost hand North Carolina turned around and ran, Wang Yong chased after him, and the two quickly left the villa area and came to the bottom of an inaccessible bridge.

"Why did you bring me here late at night?" Wang Yong secretly looked around, but did not find any ambush.

"Capture you alive."

"Capture me alive?" Wang Yong laughed when he heard this, it wasn't his old king's self-confidence, with his current strength, there were really not many people who could capture him alive.

The ghost hand Beika smiled coldly, and he didn't know where to find a silver pistol, and shot at Wang Yong a few times, but these shots didn't hit Wang Yong, but only hit ten centimeters in front of Wang Yong's feet.

Wang Yong's brows moved slightly, his gaze became deeper and deeper, and at the same time, his muscles tensed, and his true qi was flowing rapidly, in a state that could explode at any time.

For the marksmanship of the ghost hand North Carolina, he has no doubt that how can the top few killers in the world have bad marksmanship?

"I wonder, why did the Reaper's Blade kill you?" The muzzle of the ghost hand North Carolina pointed at Wang Yong from afar, and asked lightly.

He had been lurking beside Wang Yong for some time, and he wanted to wait for the knife to make a move, but the knife was slow to shoot, which made him run out of patience, so he had to make a move in advance and catch Wang Yong as a bait to lure the knife out.

Wang Yong shook his head slowly, and did not answer the question of the ghost hand North Carolina, but sneered: "Do you know that it is very dangerous to point a gun at me." ”

"Dangerous?" The Ghost Hand North Carolina Monster laughed, "Maybe it's a little bit, but don't worry, my marksmanship is very good, and I shouldn't hurt you by mistake." ”

"Look for death!"

Wang Yong's body was like a cannonball, and it suddenly ejected, and the ghost hand North Carolina pulled the trigger at the same time, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out flames, and the bullet shot out.

Wang Yong flashed left and right, and instantly came to the front of the ghost hand North Carolina, and hit the front door of the ghost hand North Carolina with a 'straight stab', if this punch was hit, the head of the ghost hand North Carolina would be deformed even if it was an iron pimple.

The eyes of the ghost hand North Carolina bloomed with a cold glow, and in the face of Wang Yong's powerful and brave punch, his body fell straight back, and he could avoid this punch in an unreasonable twisted posture.

But before the ghost hand North Carolina could react and other reactions, Wang Yong's fist changed, turned his fist into a finger, and went to the lower ribs of the ghost hand North Carolina.

Ghost Hand North Carolina suddenly sensed the danger, the hairs on his body stood on end, and a chill rose behind his back, knowing that if he couldn't dodge this finger, he would definitely die.

Although he was not afraid, his waist twisted, and his body was like a snake, showing a strange arc, avoiding the death hole on his body, but even so, he was poked out of a blood hole by Wang Yong's finger.

"What kind of work is this?"

Wang Yong was a little surprised, the ghost hand North Carolina's body style was too weird.

"Yoga!"

Ghost Hand Beika said coldly, although the wounds on his body were bleeding, he didn't frown, as if there was no pain.

He didn't run away, because there was also a blood hole in Wang Yong's body.

Gunshot wound!

Both were injured.

"Yoga?" Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth flashed with a touch of indifference, and he pounced towards the ghost hand Beika again.

The ghost hand Beika seemed to be on guard, rolled to the ground, rolled around a few times, rolled into the grass on the side, and found a large-caliber pistol from inside.

However, Wang Yong's movements were faster, and as soon as the ghost hand North Carolina got the pistol, Wang Yong killed him and punched the ghost hand North Carolina in the chest.

The ghost hand spurted blood from the North bayonet and flew upside down.

Wang Yong was unforgiving, followed closely, grabbed the ghost hand North Carolina, and squeezed it hard with both hands, directly breaking the arm of the ghost hand North Carolina.

Ghost Hand North Carolina let out a muffled snort, and a strange sound came out of his throat, "Who the hell are you?" Death will also make me die to understand. ”

"Don't worry, you won't die so easily." Wang Yong was expressionless, knocked the ghost hand Beika unconscious with a knife hand, and then left here with the ghost hand Beika.

Seeing a public phone booth not far away, Wang Yong directly made huge profits and used the public phone to call the thin monkey.

No one knew that Ghost Hand North Carolina was sent out of Huaxia overnight and imprisoned in a secret place.

A killer like Ghost Hand North Carolina must have a lot of valuable information on him, and he didn't squeeze it dry, how could Wang Yong let him die? Moreover, what kind of yoga skills made Wang Yong very interested.