"Then I will regret to inform you that you can go to the cemetery today next year to pay respects to your boss and your brother."

The person on the other end of the intercom thought in silence for a few moments before asking, "What do you want to compete in?" Than shooting, or is it better than what? "It's so boring to shoot, just shoot." I believe in the power of the fist more than with the help of various external forces and tools. ”

"Okay, I'll come right over."

"When you come, don't bring any weapons, or I'll have to feed your brother with bullets."

"Yes."

After the two finished speaking, the young man vaguely saw that a rope was thrown down on the top floor of the villa, and after more than ten seconds, a strong and tall figure quickly climbed down the railing and slid down the rope.

In the blink of an eye, he stood still on the ground.

After loosening the rope, Joseph glanced up at the nanny car parked on the road from a distance, and walked towards it without hesitation.

Seeing this, the boy pulled a long bandage from the doctor's medicine box in the back seat of the car, and tied Patton's right hand and steering wheel firmly together.

Barton struggled twice, but couldn't break free, "What are you tying me up for?" ”

"In order for you to watch the battle honestly." As the boy spoke, his hand reached behind his waist and took away the other gun he had hidden there.

After doing all this, she opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car.

No sooner had she stood still, than Joseph stopped.

There was a distance of about five or six meters between the two.

The visitor looked very young, in his twenties, very handsome, with a pair of deep brown eyes that were very charming, and had a special charm.

The young man raised his eyebrows, looked him from head to toe, and asked firmly, "Joseph?" ”

"Yes." As she looked at him, Joseph looked at her quietly, "You're L?" ”

"It's like a fake." The boy took off the head and wrist from his wrist, tied his long hair, raised his hand and raised his fist, and didn't even bother to say a superfluous nonsense, "Since you are going to fight, let's start as soon as possible." ”

"My fists are very hard, and if I am killed or disabled, I will bear the consequences."

Listening to his arrogant tone, the young man couldn't help but chuckle, "The last person who said this to me has grown a meter tall on his grave. Come on, let the horses come! ”

Joseph didn't be polite to her just because she was a woman, and his move was a killing move.

Those who do their job live every day licking blood, and their mercy to the enemy is cruelty to themselves, and sometimes they may even die on the spot because of a mistake of 0.01 second.

Therefore, there is no moral righteousness to speak of when fighting.

They only follow one goal, and that is to win!

Just as he was about to rush to him, the boy suddenly raised the gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed directly at his eyebrows.

Joseph froze in mid-air with his fist as he saw her movements.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's easy, you've already lost." The young man raised his chin proudly, and the corners of his mouth slanted, "You all came all the way from Europe, and you probably don't know much about Chinese culture. There is a great man in the history of our country who wrote a very powerful military book, and it is recorded in that book that the most important thing to fight with people is not by fists and feet, but here. This trick is not tired of deceit, you know? ”

As she spoke, her free hand tapped lightly on her head.

Joseph met her gaze, and the expression on his face with deep contours seemed a little incomprehensible, "Didn't you just say that you don't want to shoot, you only believe in your own fists and kicks?" "Hundred plating" wolf president, super pet! The latest chapters of "Paw Book House" are free to read for the first time.