In the lobby, seven or eight masked people armed with iron rods and machetes saw Song Jiahui suddenly appear at the staircase on the second floor.

They immediately glared at her with lustful eyes, and the black-clothed masked man at the head brandished the machete in his hand, laughing arrogantly and shouting: "Brothers, take that beautiful girl back and give it to the big boss; the big boss will happily appoint a big prize for us." At that time, Xie Xiaodong will not be able to show up. ”

The other masked men immediately howled and laughed, brandishing their weapons and rushing up the stairs to Song Jiahui.

Every thug thinks about their big boss's bounty in their minds, and even more thinks that I want to be the first to catch Song Jiahui, who is as beautiful as a fairy.

Even if they let them touch her soft skin that can be broken at the snap of their fingers, it is worth shortening their longevity by three years.

Song Jiahui looked at the menacing group of 'evil wolves' and turned to the office in fear.

But before she could rush into the office, she was surrounded by seven thugs who caught up with her, and the seven thugs couldn't wait to stretch out their dirty hands and pull her baby's delicate little hands.

The Savior's anxious female secretary summoned up the courage to pick up a pot of fake flowers in the hallway and slammed them at the gang, and rushed forward and struck one of the masked men on the back with all her might.

"Sister Jiahui, run!"

The masked man who was beaten turned around with an angry glint in his eyes, and punched the female secretary in the temple.

"Ahh

The female secretary screamed, and her weak body suddenly bounced several meters away, and she fell to the ground with a bang and passed out.

"Xiaoli, what's wrong with you?"

Song Jiahui aroused the anger in her body, raised her leg and kicked one of the masked people in the lower body, and took the opportunity to rush into the office and shout in fear: "Xiaodong, come and save ---"

Before she could finish her sentence, one of the masked men angrily punched her on the back of the head.

"Ahh

Song Jiahui snorted, and her delicate body staggered a few steps and fainted to the ground.

Xie Xiaodong on the other end of the phone had already heard a crisp smashing sound in her company, and his heart trembled and he felt that she must be in danger, and then dialed Mu Bingbing's phone, urging Su Daji to rush to Song Jiahui's company to rescue as soon as possible.

When Su Daji used his magic to rush to Song Jiahui's company, the gang of thugs was controlling Song Jiahui and driving away.

Su Daji and Xie Xiaodong kept the phone open at all times, and she followed them directly to their lair while ensuring Song Jiahui's safety.

provincial capital

Qingbu Wharf

Eight lawless masked men carried Song Jiahui excitedly into the remote No. 108 warehouse.

The rampaging bull led by the mad bull took off the black cloth on his face, twisted his neck as thick as a thigh, and commanded his subordinates to escort Song Jiahui to the small warehouse in the northeast corner where valuables were stored.

He rushed to the small room on the second floor where he usually rested with a figure of eight arrogantly.

In the warehouse, the scattered goods were surrounded by statue-like men in black with fierce faces, and even the door of the small room where the security rest on the second floor was black.

In the past, there were at least two hundred thugs in the huge warehouse.

Tian Jinhu, who was dressed in a leather suit, sat on the sofa in the small room, with a cigar in his mouth; he raised his unstoppable Erlang's legs to listen to the report of the mad bull; and his three white eyes shot an excited and obscene light.

He quickly raised his left hand and held the cigar in his mouth, and while praising the mad cow, the monkey hurriedly got up and showed an obscene smile and said, "Crazy bull, tell the brothers on the periphery to keep an eye on Xie Xiaodong's whereabouts, and I will go to comfort and comfort his woman for that kid." ”

The mad bull showed a knowing sinister smile and told him that it had been arranged, and then followed the vicious Tian Jinhu out of the small room.

In the small warehouse, Song Jiahui, who slowly woke up, was tied to the ground, and looked at Tian Jinhu, who was approaching her, with great fear, trembling and thinking: "Stinky scoundrel, what do you want to do?"

"Haha!"

Tian Jinhu tore off the suit on his body to reveal the ugly and vicious tiger tattoo on his broad chest muscles, and said lewdly while laughing arrogantly: "Little beauty, the tiger master is naturally here to comfort you for Xie Xiaodong." Don't be afraid, obediently, my eagle is definitely no worse than Xie Xiaodong's; ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the mournful screams of his men were suddenly heard outside, wave after wave as if a terrible song of hell was playing, and the whole warehouse continued to shake, approaching the small warehouse where he was.

The striped horizontal flesh on his face twitched slightly, and he roared angrily: "Crazy Bull, what the hell is going on outside?"

"Boss -------"

Before the mad bull at the door could finish speaking, a big ghostly hand grabbed him by the neck and twisted it hard.

The rampaging bull that had been rampaging through the Tamura district for many years did not have time to let out a scream of devil crying, and the huge head was torn open by someone, and it fell to the ground with a creak and rolled on the ground.

Bright red blood gushed out of his neck like a fountain, splattering blinding blood in all directions.

In the huge warehouse, the terrible song of hell came to an abrupt end, and as far as the eye could see, all kinds of dead men in black were lying on the ground, and the spotless concrete floor was covered like ants.

The hot blood that flowed from their bodies was like a confluence of seawater rushing to the ground, and the contrast with their black clothes painted a chilling picture.

Tian Jinhu's sensitive nose, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, finally smelled a powerful and dangerous aura.

His striped and ferocious face finally ceased to be calm and twitched rapidly, the arrogance of the previous self-esteem slowly dissipated, and the gloomy and cold eyes showed a strong look of fear.

Wake up!

Wake up completely!

He wasn't dealing with people at all!

It's a demon god who can't be violated, not even a single hair.

The dog is in a hurry to jump off the wall!

Tian Jinhu, who is accustomed to strong winds and waves, is willing to be a crazy biting 'upside' dog in order to survive, and takes out the pistol on his waist and rushes to Song Jiahui, who is powerless.

Bring sand to the beach!

Because in front of the demon god, he is a lost dog.

Before he could rush to Song Jiahui, a devastating netherworld aura hit him at the speed of chasing the wind.

"Ah----h

His massive body soared into the air with a ghostly howl, slammed open the thick wooden door, and flew dozens of meters away.

"Bang!"

The hard wall was dented by his massive body, and the once invincible overlord of Tamura District was embedded in the wall.

The blood that tumbled inside him spurted out of his mouth like a flood that burst into the air, like a blinding red ribbon of despair and remorse.

I knew that this was the end, and I wouldn't provoke the demon god Xie Xiaodong if I had 10 million guts.

It's a pity that I haven't seen his dignity until I die.

His faint brain cells finished reading the last bit of concern, and the three white eyes closed and accompanied the king of Hades.

You and other ants are also worthy of seeing my demon god Xie Xiaodong.

Xie Xiaodong put away the soul transfer spell to reveal his extremely handsome true body, holding a soft Zhonghua 328 in his mouth, dashing out a stream of netherworld blue liquid, and patting the three souls and six spirits of Tian Jinhu and his group of men.

Evildoers don't even have a chance to be ghosts.