It is another beautiful dinner, it can be said that it is full of wine and food, or it can be said that it is the last day to enjoy, I don't know how many old people have eaten tears, how many young people want to gain weight, and how many children have learned to be picky eaters.

After taking a beautiful bath, Ran Xiong lay on the big bed room of the star-rated hotel, and couldn't help but want to take a nap.

The exhaustion of these months has already emptied all his spirit.

It's just that the troubles can't help but float in his mind, he originally thought that the number of five hundred people was already a thousand difficulties for the two girls, but he didn't expect that more than two thousand people would come at lunchtime!

They just stood like that, with their toes high, the aunts holding their own kitchen knives, the middle-aged women each with spears, and some of the young girls with guns in their hands!

Ran Xiong's heart was galloping, he looked for the figure of the head of the weapons department, but he found nothing, this appearance must have absconded in fear of crime.

Turning his head to look at the third elder Ran Feng again, he just shrugged his shoulders, picked up some dishes on the table, looked at Lingqi and Xingxing again, didn't dare to say anything, turned to leave, but the pistol on his waist and the rifle on his back were long gone.

So, in desperation, I could only promise that the "women's army" would be reduced to 1,000 people, and underage girls and older girls in their fifties were not allowed to join, otherwise there was no need to talk!

After all, if you promise everything, who will cook? Who brings food and clothing to his people?

The two parties pushed the cups and changed the lamps, sat down to negotiate, and under Ran Xiong's strong attitude of "no concessions", "no compromises" and "no retreats", a "women's army" of 1,300 people was finally formed.

"Alas, the patriarch is not easy to be, and the patriarch of the last days is even more indescribable!" Ran Xiong lit a cigarette and carefully planned his next step.

"Patriarch, report to the patriarch! The head of the regiment, Ran Zhiguo, was attacked in the struggle area and currently has a broken arm! On the other end of the intercom, there was a young and immature and anxious report.

"Roger!" Ran Xiong's tone was cold, and the brows he had just put down tightened again, and he looked like he was going to eat people.

The speed was fast, one hundred and eighty armed death squad members gathered, and one hundred advanced guards were waiting for them, they were angry, they were fearless, and they also wanted to eat people.

At this time, Ran Zhiguo's left arm was broken, and there was a gun hole on his thigh, he was shivering coldly, but he still gritted his teeth, and he was hideous and angry in the night.

"He's M, didn't I say that no one is allowed to enter until the area is cleaned? Is he a regimental commander looking for death? Or did my words make him listen to it at all? Ran Xiong was furious and asked as he walked.

Jiagen took a deep breath and replied: "Some clansmen reported that they found traces of human activity in the struggle area, and Zhiguo took his two brothers over. ”

"Two! Dog's day, don't know to bring a group? He's got a lot of in his head, huh? ”

Scolding and scolding, the strict queue of people arrived at the place of the incident.

At this time, Ran Zhiguo had already fainted, dying, his face was pale, and blood was bleeding all over the place.

"Stop!" In a team of fifteen people, a yellow-haired boy came out head-on, holding a gun in his right hand and shouting loudly.

There are men and women in this team, except for the yellow-haired boy, the rest are fat and big-eared, and the women are showy, even in the last days, they are well maintained, and you can see how pampered they are before the end of the world.

"Brother, let the three of them go, there is something to say!" Ran Xiong motioned for Ran Jun to go to the shop next to the street to get a bench and sit down by himself, not caring whether the bathrobe he was wearing leaked or not.

Then, Ran Xiong asked the monk next to him to light a cigarette for him, and he swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog by himself.

And the yellow-haired boy didn't know what to think, so he rushed over and put a gun at Ran Xiong's head. And that gun is the head of Ran Zhiguo's regiment.

It's just that the yellow-haired kid didn't know that in an instant, nearly three hundred black holes were directly aimed at him, as long as he dared to move, he would definitely become a sieve in an instant.

The yellow-haired boy was stunned and slowly retreated until he retreated to the side of the three Tulang men who had fainted, as if this was the only way to feel safe.

"Brother, we are a regular army, we talk about rules and principles, there is no need to be so tense." Ran Xiong dusted off his cigarette ash and continued: "If you want a car, food, or guns, say it, I promise you to leave safely, and I will never pursue it!" ”

"You're so good?" The yellow-haired boy said, "I don't believe it! ”

"Brother, you shouldn't look like an ordinary person, and I appreciate your temperament and courage!" Ran Xiong continued to take a puff of cigarette and said, "You should also know that we are different from other people, and our bottom line is different from ordinary people, so we abide by the rules, even in the last days." ”

The yellow-haired boy smiled and said, "Hey, you talk the same as my dad, it doesn't seem wrong this way, we are indeed different from other people." ”

The yellow-haired boy even turned his head to look at the others, the arrogance and complacency in his eyes were very strong, and he obviously had a high degree of recognition of his identity.

"Oh? I don't know who my father is? Ran Xiong pretended to be surprised and stood up.

"Hey, it's easy to say, my dad is Huang Wanqian, the richest man in the city!" The yellow-haired boy shouted, raised his head, and even pinned the gun in his hand to his waist.

"I see, my brother is the son of the richest man in Huang, haha, I hate to see each other late!" Ran Xiong nodded and laughed heartily.

"There's a river breeze here, and it's cold when you stand, why don't you take a hot shower and eat and drink some more? Today's incident is a misunderstanding, or if you don't say that you don't fight, you won't know each other! It was the flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, didn't it? Ran Xiong smiled and took two steps closer to the yellow-haired boy again.

Hearing that there was a hot bath and food to drink, nine beauties among the fifteen people hurriedly ran to the side of the yellow-haired boy, the turbulent friction, the sweet taste of the mouth.

Rao is a yellow-haired boy who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his body is empty, and at this moment, the raging fire has swept his body again.

"Childe, don't!" A big man on the side hurriedly rushed out and grabbed the yellow-haired boy who wanted to move forward.

Son? What age is it, and there is still this kind of title, really when the legacy of the Jin Dynasty is not extinguished, and a man can become a peerless demon?

It's just surprising that the yellow-haired boy listened to the big man's words, stepped back, and didn't say a word.

At this time, a fainted clansman woke up slowly, and he was about to shout: "Clan ......"

"Pawn! Pawn your uncle! You're not dead, bastard! I asked you to come over to check the situation and rescue the masses by the way, why did you still do it? The reputation of our XXX division has been ruined by you, and when the head of the meeting comes, you will feel good! Ran Xiong didn't wait for the clansmen to finish speaking, and there was a burst of anger!

The people of this tribe were also sensible, but they lowered their heads and sobbed, as if they were little warriors, and cried in fear.

But a white teenage girl next to her was unhappy when she looked at the crying clansmen, and slapped her, causing the clansmen to stare angrily.