Sawdust flew, the door of the conference room was kicked and shattered, and the people inside were startled and got up to dodge.

Ling Zijie walked in step by step with a machete, his face was slightly cold, and his eyes were cold.

The little leaders inside saw that he was covered in blood and full of murderous aura, and they became uneasy, especially when they thought that the hook-nosed and smiling tiger were all out of the house, this kid could still come to the conference room, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually turned into fear.

How many people did he cut? Is what happened three years ago going to be repeated today?

Only Hu Tian was still sitting on the main seat, and he didn't seem to be surprised by Ling Zijie's arrival at all, and even had a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You're the new president of the Prosperity Society?" Ling Zijie looked up at Hu Tian, his voice cold.

"Brother Jie, who swept the Xingrong Club three years ago and is known as the nightmare of the Yanjing underworld, is really extraordinary." Hu Tian didn't answer, but praised Ling Zijie with a smile.

Ling Zijie didn't care about Hu Tian's words, he swept his eyes around, and found that they were all unfamiliar faces, and the old man of the Xingrong Society three years ago didn't see any of them.

"I don't care where you come from, and I don't care what your purpose is, since you dare to touch my friends, then you have no reason for this Xingrong Society to exist." After Ling Zijie looked around, his gaze returned to Hu Tian's face, "I could have him disbanded three years ago, and I can do it today." ”

"And you, where did you come from the novels YBDU from "One", "Ben", and "Read", and where are you going back, understand?" Ling Zijie raised his machete and pointed at Hu Tian, who was sitting on the main seat.

Hearing Ling Zijie's words, Hu Tian was slightly stunned, and then slapped the table and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You're really arrogant." Hu Tian pointed at Ling Zijie and said while laughing.

Ling Zijie kept looking at him coldly and didn't say a word.

After a while, Hu Tian finally suppressed his laughter and slowly raised his head.

"Boy, do you think that I can successfully ascend to the throne in Yanjing City and become the boss of the Xingrong Club with just those two boys outside? Do you think that with the strength of those two boys, I can suppress other forces and not dare to oppose our Xingrong Society? Hahaha...... it's so naïve! ”

After Hu Tian said this, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop with it.

And what Ling Zijie felt was not only the change in the atmosphere, but also a sudden rise of dangerous aura, which was fierce and powerful, making him palpitate for a while.

Click, he clenched the machete in his hand and began to look around, he was sure that the breath did not belong to anyone in front of him, it was a powerful aura that could threaten his life.

"Got it?" Hu Tian grinned, his eyes became cruel, "Since you feel it, then you can experience the fear!" ”

Bang!

As soon as Hu Tian finished speaking, Ling Zijie only felt a strong wind coming from his side, and before he could react, the whole person had already been knocked out and smashed on the giant LCD TV hanging on the wall.

With a bang, Ling Zijie's body fell to the ground along with the shattered LCD TV.

At the moment of landing, Ling Zijie bounced out with one hand, half-squatting on the ground and looking up at his position just now.

But there was nothing there, no one there.

In the entire conference room, everyone looked at the scene just now in horror, unable to speak, looking at the location of the door for a while, and looking at Ling Zijie who was half-squatting on the ground, they didn't know what was going on at all.

In their eyes, as soon as the president finished speaking, the kid covered in blood flew out of thin air, not seeing what was happening at all.

"What the hell was just now?" Ling Zijie's eyes quickly searched around, and his heart became uneasy, unknown things can always make people frightened, especially when this thing is still coming at him.

"Hahaha, do you feel it? Scared? Is it completely impossible to see what's going on? Hu Tian laughed, laughing very arrogantly, and his expression became more and more hideous.

"Boy, I know you are very capable, and I know that you were arrogant three years ago, but now, you can beat me?" Hu Tian continued to laugh wildly: "Today, I just want to let the underworld in Yanjing City know, the nightmare that has made them frightened for several years will end in my hands, and I will also become their new nightmare!" ”

Ling Zijie didn't say a word, although he didn't know what had just happened, he decided to kill the arrogant new president first.

Whew, Ling Zijie got up abruptly and rushed towards Hu Tian, but Hu Tian was not the slightest nervous, still looking at Ling Zijie who rushed over with a smile.

Bang! There was another loud bang, and Ling Zijie was knocked out again, this time in the chest, and on the way he rushed over, he kicked him out head-on.

Yes, kick out, he just felt a hard kick on the chest.

He slowly stood up clutching his chest, his gaze wandering around.

It wasn't Hu Tian, it wasn't anyone present, but who kicked him out just now? What the hell is that?

Damn, why can't you see it, why can't you see anything!

"No need to look for it, little one, you can't find it." Hu Tian laughed and sat down again, "Of course, before you die, I will think about whether to tell you the answer, hahaha, no way, I like to watch others despair in fear, and then ......, slowly die with fear and consternation, hahaha......."

"Damn it!" Ling Zijie clenched his machete and was about to rush over again, but Hu Tian suddenly suppressed his laughter.

"Alright, let's get started." Hu Tian stared at Ling Zijie and said coldly.

In an instant, Ling Zijie felt that the aura around him changed, and the fierce murderous aura just now was several times stronger.

Bang, without warning, Ling Zijie was knocked away again, slammed into the wall hard, and the wall clicked, but before he could land, he was grabbed by the ankle again and slammed into the desk.

The desk was shattered, Ling Zijie coughed up blood, and crawled among the broken wood.

His movements were already very fast just now, and he wanted to take advantage of the moment he smashed against the wall to rush towards Hu Tian, but before he could exert his strength, he felt his ankles tighten, as if he was being grabbed in his hands.

By now, he had determined that the person who attacked him was a person he couldn't see, or someone who everyone couldn't see except Hu Tian.

The Invisible Man? The thought popped into his mind, and somehow he thought of the mysterious young man who was as fast as a gust of wind.

Click, the sawdust in front of him sounded, and he could see the broken sawdust in front of him, but he couldn't see the person who stepped on the sawdust.

Call! Although his whole body was in terrible pain, he still swung his machete forward the moment he saw the sawdust being crushed.

If you can't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Bang! His machete didn't hit the target he had imagined, but he was kicked in the head again, and after the whole person slid out of a large distance, he smashed the huge vase in the corner of the wall, and the porcelain pieces were piled up all over the body.

He struggled to remove the porcelain pieces on his body, and just got up staggeringly, but he felt a pain at the corner of his mouth, and the whole person was punched out again, and smashed on the conference table on the other side, which was still intact, and it was a pile of fragments.

Ling Zijie lay on the ground, breathing hard, bursts of tingling pain came from his chest and back, and his head felt even more dizzy, and everything in front of him seemed blurry.

This was a situation he had never encountered in seventeen years, and there had never been a battle that had made it so difficult for him, even the mysterious young man who had fought last time was sure that he could deal with it, but now he couldn't even determine the position of his opponent, let alone defeat him.

Seeing that Ling Zijie tried on the ground several times and didn't stand up again, Hu Tian smiled and took out a pistol with a muffler installed in his arms.

"Boy, have you figured it out?" Hu Tian slowly came to Ling Zijie's side, smashed his head with the butt of his gun, and then raised a kick and kicked Ling Zijie in the head, causing him to roll out again.

Syllable! Ling Zijie was lying on his back in the middle of the conference room, bleeding from the corners of his eyes and mouth, and he wanted to get up, but the bones in his body seemed to be broken, making him unable to exert any strength.

He could see Hu Tian not far away, and he could see the surprised expressions of the people around him, but he still couldn't see the invisible person who injured him like this.

"Old ...... Old guy, this time's ...... task, as if ...... Something seems to have gone wrong. Ling Zijie smiled and muttered to himself, his fingers trembled slightly, no one noticed that three silver needles had been pinched in his trembling fingers.

Seeing Ling Zijie's weak appearance, Hu Tian looked up to the sky and laughed, and then slowly raised the pistol, his eyes mixed with cruelty and excitement.

"Tonight, the nightmare ends, and tonight, a new nightmare is about to be born!"

After speaking, Hu Tian pulled the trigger on Ling Zijie, who was lying on the ground on his back.