on the runway of the airport.

Yuan Yigang was wearing a black windbreaker and was blown by the wind.

In silence, a great oppression swept out, enveloping several surrounding followers.

Several of the entourage all looked shocked, as if they were imprisoned, and they couldn't move.

"Let's go."

Yuan Yigang said in a deep voice and took the lead in walking towards the outside of the airport.

Several entourages hurriedly followed, chilling, and everyone was aware of the oppression emanating from Yuan Yigang's body.

No one noticed the landing of a private jet at the airport.

In the airport hall, there are still people coming and going, and the enthusiasm is extraordinary.

When Yuan Yigang led people into the airport hall, his cold and resolute face still attracted the attention of many people.

However, at this time, Yuan Yigang was all focused on Ye Linglong, and his steps were so fast that the few entourages behind him couldn't keep up.

However, just when Yuan Yigang was about to step out of the airport hall.

His footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Huh?!"

Yuan Yigang's eyes flashed, and his calm face suddenly looked at a place at the exit of the hall, and in the crowd, a figure was instantly locked.

His expression froze, and he quickly followed the figure.

Several of the attendants looked at each other, all of them looking stunned and puzzled.

But it was not far behind.

Walk out of the airport hall.

Yuan Yigang led people to follow closely behind that person, and that person seemed to have discovered Yuan Yigang and the others, but he didn't look back, but led everyone to a remote corner without hurrying.

"Hey, old friend, it's a pleasure to see you in this place."

The person in front of him suddenly turned around, smiling all over his face.

Dressed in a beige trench coat and a peaked cap, he exudes the demeanor of a noble medieval gentleman all over his body, his blue and deep eyes seem to attract everything, and his smile as warm as the sun seems to warm people's hearts.

Knife-like face, blonde hair.

Even though he has reached middle age, he still exudes the infinite charm of a mature man.

"Aros, how did you come here?"

Yuan Yigang looked at the blonde man coldly, his expression was cold, but he didn't have the slightest smile.

"Friend, don't you think it's a kind of fate to meet here?"

Aros spread out his hands, wearing black leather gloves on his hands, and walked towards Yuan Yigang casually, while reaching into his arms with his right hand, took out a cigar, lit it and smoked it.

When he walked up to Yuan Yigang, he slowly spit the cigar smoke in his mouth into Yuan Yigang's face.

Provocative, dripping to the extreme.

This scene made the entourage behind Yuan Yigang suddenly look cold.

Anger churned.

However.

I didn't wait for the entourage to do it.

Scold!

A cold light suddenly streaked through the air, and everyone who stabbed them squinted at the same time.

When Yuan Yigang's right hand was put down.

The cigar in Aros's mouth was cut in two in the middle, one falling to the ground and the other still in Aros's mouth.

Lightning-fast knives.

Everyone present had no time to react.

Wait until you see the situation.

Several of the attendants gasped at the same time.

Even the person concerned, Aros, had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"I hate your bad breath."

Yuan Yigang's expression was extremely cold, and his eyes were bursting with awe-inspiring killing intent, and he slowly shook the short knife in his hand: "The garbage of the blood angel has the smell of blood in his mouth, mixed with the smell of cigars, which is disgusting, if you don't retreat, I promise that the next knife will make your head fly out of your neck." ”

"My God, Yuan Yigang, are you crazy? I just said hi to you! ”

Aros took off half of the cigar in his mouth, stepped back in annoyance, and at the same time put his hands in the pockets of the waistcoat that tightly wrapped his body: "You madman, old friends meet and greet you, and you actually use a knife on me?" My God, this is simply intolerable. ”

"Huh!"

Yuan Yigang sneered, and said with disdain: "What qualifications do you have to greet me?" Even if I say hello, it's time for me to smoke a cigar and spit smoke into the face of the leader of your Blood Angel Order. ”

The words are domineering, and the eyes are full of it.

He doesn't take this blonde man in his eyes at all!

As soon as these words came out, Aros's face suddenly sank, and his azure blue eyes burst out with angry light, like an angry beast.

Yuan Yigang was out of sight, and led people directly past Aros and walked towards the parking lot.

From beginning to end, he no longer looked at Aros squarely.

This kind of ignorance made Aros tear and anger churning.

His status, although he is not the leader of the Blood Angels, is also the upper echelon of the Blood Angels.

How can it be ignored?

"Yuan Yigang ......"

Annoyed, Aros turned angrily.

The words were not spoken.

Sou!

A roar, accompanied by a cold light, suddenly rushed to the face.

In an instant, Aros was covered in sweat and hair, and he felt an unprecedented sense of death crisis.

In a flash of lightning, he turned sideways completely instinctively.

The cold light crossed his face, and there was a sharp pain like a tear when he climbed up the bridge of his nose.

Boom!

There was an explosion.

The short knife that swept through the air, with an almost violent momentum, plunged directly into the wall behind Aros and submerged in half.

This moment.

Aros froze, his hair standing on end, and he instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he was terrified.

Just a little bit!

Almost this knife will take him to God!

Immediately, Yuan Yigang's cold and domineering voice sounded.

"Aros, I don't know what your blood angel sent your black hand here for, but remember, we have a saying that a good dog doesn't get in the way, my killing god slashes it, and you black dog can't stop it!"

The words were harsh, like countless sharp needles piercing into Aros's eardrums.

In an instant, Aros was red and angry.

But he didn't dare to refute.

Because he knows that there is a gap between himself and this dragon head!

Facing hard, he is indeed not an opponent.

But his nickname is "Black Hand Aroth", Black Hand ...... It's never been a positive one.

watched Yuan Yigang gradually disappear from sight.

Half a day.

Aros's flushed face gradually changed.

The blue eyes narrowed into a slit, exuding an endless chill.

It's like a hyena on the savannah, greedy, shadowy, and insidious......

"My God, it's really strange, the head of the Hong Society actually came here, and arranged this chance encounter between me and him, what is he here for?"

Aros stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth: "Yuan Yigang, I am indeed not your opponent on the front, but I really want to kill you, I have ten thousand ways to send you to God in secret." ”

Between words.

Aros took a deep breath, took half of his cigar to his mouth, and relit it.

Immediately, he took out a photo from his bosom.

That's a ...... Wedding.