When he returned to the abandoned factory, Singh took all the orphans here to express his gratitude to Wang Hai for rescuing Priyanka, but this time it was also considered - officially broke his face with Brother Tiger, and how to place these children became a problem.

Sayali said that she could find a way to send these children to the orphanage, but unfortunately the children are used to being wild, and no one wants to go to the orphanage to be controlled.

In the end, dozens of orphans who had been living in the abandoned factory decided to temporarily leave Brother Hu's sphere of influence to avoid the limelight and come back after all the qiē had passed.

Wang Hai naturally had no opinion on the children's decision, and distributed all the money and property on his body to them without leaving a penny, counting the cost of their passage from here.

The children expressed their gratitude to Wang Hai again and left the area at night.

The only ones left were Singh and Priyanka, who had a close relationship and did not want to separate, while Singh voluntarily stayed in order to keep his promise.

"We-alright, you can do whatever I want me to do after you help me rescue Priyanka." Singh stood in front of Wang Hai and spoke in a deep voice, looking like a mature little adult.

"-yes, I-'m going to take you somewhere." Wang.

"Can you tell me where I'm going?" Singh asked.

"France." Wang Hai replied.

France!

Singh was a little surprised, he had never been out of New Delhi in the furthest place in his life, and he didn't expect to go to faraway France for the first time. He didn't ask Wang Hai why he wanted to take him to France, but - he held Priyanka's little hand tightly with his own little hand, and said with a straight face: "I have one condition, I must take Prieka with me!" ”

Wang Hai glanced at Priyanka, this little girl was very shy, she didn't say anything, and was hiding behind Singh at this time and secretly looking at herself.

Priyanka and Wang Hai immediately retracted after making eye contact, and then took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to walk out from behind Singh, and said to Wang Hai with the same straight face: "Uncle, thank you for saving me." ”

Wang Hai smiled slightly, seeing that these two little guys were inseparable, thinking that he was not short of that ticket price anyway, so he nodded and responded: "Okay, you two will go to France with me." ”

After all, the child, although the two of them had just shown a heavy look, but- when Wang Hai agreed to their conditions, he immediately laughed excitedly and thanked Wang Hai again.

Wang Hai saw that it was not early, so he said: "Rest first, and we will leave here early tomorrow morning." (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)"

"Okay." Singh replied, glancing at the policewoman Sayali and then speaking, "You guys are still sleeping in the room before, and Priyanka and I can just be outside." ”

A sentence made Sayali blush again, she already had a love for Wang Hai, plus the two had already had a relationship, being arranged by Singh in the same room naturally made her think of men and women.

Wang Hai didn't have any opinion on this arrangement, no-he wanted to do things with Sayali, and the previous battle with the second-order martial artist Amir gave him a lot of understanding, and at the same time, he also had many questions, and he needed someone with more experience in martial arts than himself to help answer them, Sayali was undoubtedly a very good candidate.

Sayali lowered her head and followed Wang Hai into the room with a slightly red face, she was already mentally prepared, but when she saw Wang Hai standing opposite and staring at what she was thinking, she took the initiative to ask, "What are you thinking?" ”

"Sayali, you're also a warrior?" Wang Hai asked.

Sayali nodded her head, there was nothing to hide from this question, she - a fourth-order warrior, this Wang Hai - was clear.

"I remember what kind of fourth-order warrior and second-order martial artist you have been, and how do you divide this into martial artists?" Wang Hai asked puzzledly, he really didn't understand the simple question of dividing martial artists.

Sayali looked at Wang Hai with a surprised expression, a warrior who had already reached the peak of the fifth order didn't know how to divide the martial arts rank?

It's a big joke.

"You really don't know?" Sayali asked.

Wang Hai nodded seriously.

Only then did Sayali see from Wang Hai's serious expression that Wang Hai was not joking, so she explained in detail the division of martial arts ranks.

At the same time, in a not-so-remarkable building in New Delhi.

As soon as Sharuk was sent here, he was taken directly to the top floor, surrounded by five martial artists, one of them - a second-order martial artist, three - a third-order martial artist, and one - a fourth-order martial artist. The five of them poured their own True Qi into Sharuk's body at the same time, hoping to save his life, and at this time, a man in his forties was sitting opposite these people and watching.

The man was well-dressed and looked extraordinary, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, looking at him expressionlessly.

He was Shaluk's father, Sharman.

Sharman was already over fifty years old, and because he was well maintained, he looked only in his forties.

Sharman had never paid attention to this unfortunate child, but no matter what-he was-his own son, being hurt like this, still made him very angry.

Half an hour later, the five warriors withdrew.

The second-order martial artist with the shallowest skill among the five people had already been pale and his internal strength was weak, and immediately after withdrawing his strength, he swallowed a qi tonifying pill and meditated on the side. The others were no better, only the fourth-order martial artist with the highest skill only sweated slightly.

The fourth-order martial artist didn't care about his image, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, walked quickly to Sherman, saluted respectfully, and said with some embarrassment: "Master, we have tried our best, but the young man's injury is too serious, I'm afraid."

Sharman had already expected that such a result would be shattered, and with only a few martial artists at the level of a martial artist, it would never be possible to save him, unless- a person of the level of a martial emperor could save it.

Emperor Wu, who is three levels higher than the martial artist, is already a rare person in this world, and it is difficult to find one in the whole of India.

Even if there is, it is not something that ordinary people can move lightly.

Sharman didn't show the anger on his face, but only picked up a wooden box that had been prepared by his side and handed it over. "Let him take this."

The fourth-order martial artist took the wooden box, his tentacles felt a burst of coldness, and when he opened the box, he saw that there was a white pill the size of a dragon's eye inside, and the wisps of white surrounded the pill, and the cold qi was emitted by it.

"Frozen Pill!" The fourth-order martial artist exclaimed in surprise, his gaze fell on Sharman again, and asked, "Master, do you really want the young man to take the Frozen Pill?" ”

Frozen pill, - a cold attribute elixir. After taking it, a person can be frozen instantly, like a dead person, but it can keep a person in the state of freezing for a long time - an emergency elixir, just like the situation faced by Shaluk, since there is no way to save him now, then freeze him temporarily, and then unseal it when he has the ability to save him.

Salman nodded, he had already made up his mind. I don't know when we'll find a way to free my son, but it's far better to freeze him for now than to watch him die.

“。” The fourth-order martial artist replied respectfully, and then turned around and walked back to stuff the frozen pill into Sharuk's mouth.

In just a few seconds, Sharuk's whole body was frozen, and even his breathing stopped, as if he had been put in an ice coffin and died.

Sharman lifted it slightly, and a glass cover covered Sharuk's body from top to bottom, so that his body could be better preserved. Sharman sat in the distance and glanced at his son one last time, then raised his hand slightly, and the glass cover disappeared into the room along with Sharuk.

"Call that little thug here." Salman was unemotional.

In the blink of an eye, Brother Tiger was brought into the house, and from the moment he stepped into this building, Brother Tiger was weak, and at this time, there were five martial artist-level figures in the room, and the momentum exuded was even more unbearable, so he couldn't bear it and knelt on the ground all of a sudden.

"Sha. Lord Erman. Brother Tiger plucked up his courage and shouted.

Shalman looked at Brother Tiger, his eyes were like looking at an ant that could be easily crushed by himself at any time, and he despised this kind of humble human existence. "- Who wounded Sharouk."

Brother Hu broke out in a cold sweat and replied tremblingly: "A policewoman." Oh yes. Master Sharuk calls her a junior sister! ”

Sister!

Shalman's brow furrowed inadvertently, he had thought of a woman who he had heard about Sharukh pursuing Sayali. "Sayali?"

"yes, just-that-a**!" Brother Tiger hurriedly shouted, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was frightened and shrunk by a cold gaze, "That's it." Just - the name. ”

"Why did she hurt Sharukh?" Sharman asked.

Brother Tiger didn't dare to tell the truth, only to say that Sayali would be seriously injured when Shaluk and Wang Hai faced each other, and naturally added fuel to the fire and put all the blame on Wang Hai and Sayali.

Sherman - what kind of person, of course, will not believe it with Brother Tiger - two sentences. After waiting for Brother Tiger to finish, Sharman raised his head and said to the fourth-order martial artist, "I listen-Amir is back. ”

"-of." The fourth-order martial artist replied, he, too, had just received the news that Amir was seriously injured.

"Call him here." Sharman commanded.

“。” The fourth-order martial artist responded. When Brother Tiger heard that he was going to call Amir over, his face turned green all of a sudden, and he knew in his heart that Amir's life would not be able to protect if he told the truth. After all - he dragged Sharuk there, otherwise nothing like this would have happened. Amir had just returned, and the bullet in his chest had not yet had time to be taken out, and he was still wearing the bloody clothes dyed red, which looked quite wolf-like, but under certain conditions, he could get some people's sympathy.