All night, the lights of the main halls of the two major schools of lore flow and mountain breaking flow were all on.

The reporters who waited in the cold wind did not receive any news. However, taking pictures of the faces of the two major genres in and out of the mecha hall is enough to produce a show that is suitable for the occasion to maintain the ratings.

Even the name of the program, the reporters have thought of it.

"The two major schools studied countermeasures overnight, or launched revenge on the Thai stream"

There are other genres that few people pay attention to. The only ones who can really compete with Tailiu are broken mountains and lore. If Lore and Broken Mountain Determination Revenge prevail again, these schools that have been kicked out of the gym may send someone to fight Shunfeng Punch. If Lore and Broken Mountain Stream swallowed this breath, then they would never jump out and fight with Tai Liu. Anyway, it's a small genre, and the real shame is the lore and the broken mountain in front.

Everyone is waiting.

A reporter who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic even posted a copy of the Mars Express on the door of the lore.

"He said, if you don't kick back, you are pigs"

This huge title is scarlet and glaring.

"If you want me to say, send all the people out today and kick them out in all the Tailiu branch libraries!" In the conference room of the lore stream, a big man with a beard roared: "I don't believe it, these deflated three have really become the climate!" ”

As a third-level mecha god of war in the lore stream, Harriman has always been so direct in his words and actions, and has always had an indomitable domineering spirit.

Unfortunately, there was a dead silence in the entire conference room now. No one echoed Harriman's words.

Now, it's not a question of whether to fight or not.

Whether it is a lore stream or a mountain stream, it is already difficult to ride a tiger. This hall must be kicked back. The question is, who will take the lead in lore and mountain breaking? Facing the Teluporo Branch. Who is absolutely sure? Avoid the Puluo Branch, where will this face go?

And Tailiu, the evil wolf, is definitely not able to kill with a stick, and he will eat people when he turns his head.

They provoke so much, what is the next move? If you rush to kick the gym, will you fall into their hands?

No one knows the answers to these questions.

The sky outside the window has already lit up.

All of them set their eyes on Kilborne, the Sect Master of the Lore Stream, who was sitting in the Chief. He is only forty-six years old. He has been a genius who has been stabilizing the throne of the first-class mecha god of war in the mecha fighting world for sixteen years, and he is the Dinghai God Needle of the lore stream. Only he can make the final decision.

All sorts of speculations. All kinds of hypotheses have been put forward. All that is needed now is a decision.

"Our eyes can't be on the broken mountain." Kilburn watched in silence as the battle unfolded on the virtual screen. There was a twinkle in his eyes: "In terms of ranking, we are the first, and they are the second." It's our lore stream that really focuses. This provocation does not allow us to retreat in the slightest. ”

"Since you want to fight, you can't let Tailiu have any power to fight back!" Killburn smiled coldly, he was quite confident in the strength of the land in his hands: "Whether it's Xiyo or the Filipino Alliance, I'm afraid everyone is watching this conflict." The loser of the conflict. will be eliminated from the competition. However, now the Freeport of Timars is still our world. So I decided to challenge all the branches at the same time to all the Thai-ryu branches. Order the Legion of Lore to assemble and stand by"

Even though I knew there would be such a day. All the lore stream members present still couldn't help but feel shocked.

What the Lore Legion is, everyone understands.

Under the claws of this fierce tiger, the ground was torn apart, and I am afraid it was not only Tailiu.

Once activated, give it your all.

It's a war!

Either. The lore stream is gone. Either. The lore stream is a ride in the dust. Since then, there has been only the first. There is no second, there is no third

"Kilburn is even more breathless than we are."

The atmosphere in the mountain-breaking conference room was far more relaxed than the reporters who were waiting in the cold wind outside the gym imagined. The son inherited his father's business, and Xiao Boksart, who had only succeeded the Broken Mountain Stream Sect Master for two years, gently blew the floating tea leaves in the teacup, and his tone was calm.

If it weren't for the fact that Breaking Mountain Flow has always held down Tailiu steadily in the past two years and ranked second on the list, almost everyone would not believe that this young man who is only thirty years old and only has the title of third-level mecha leader can lead Breaking Mountain Flow.

His composure can easily be seen as a form of incompetence.

However, only the core members of Breaking Mountain know that the biggest difference between Boksar Jr. and his father Boksar Sr. is that Boksar Jr. has never been a real wit. Even if he obtained the title of Level 3 Mecha Commander, he would spend no more than one-tenth of the time on mecha control than the other Level 3 Commanders.

In a sense, Boksal Jr. is a true genius.

Unfortunately, he has no interest in mech control at all. His interest lies only in mecha design and manufacturing. He is one of only a handful of Grandmaster-level mechanics in the free world.

After the death of the elder Boksart, he became the new suzerain of the Broken Mountain Stream, the lowest level of mech control in the history of the Broken Mountain Stream. At the same time, he is also the most respected suzerain in the history of Breaking Mountain.

No one dares to underestimate Boksar. His insight, vision and calculations have made the mountain flow thrive, and at the same time, he has led the design and manufacture of the ground mecha, and on the other hand, he has greatly innovated and improved the control techniques of the genre of ground mechas. Everyone was convinced.

After a night of discussion, it was time to make a decision.

"Let's just watch the kicking thing." Boksar Jr. never seemed to have a sense of honor as a Hacker: "Let the lore flow take the lead." Anyway, they are ranked ahead of us. The first school must have the first consciousness. ”

In a burst of laughter, little Boksal looked out of the gradually brightened window, stared at the buildings that gradually became clear in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "I estimate that this time the contradiction cannot be solved by traditional challenges. has been in business for so long, and since it has torn its face, it is immediately a situation that is endless. The notice went down, and the broken barracks were ready for battle. ”

"Yes!"

After a brief bustle. There was an indescribable silence in the conference room.

In the free world, what power does not have a foundation?

The long-term law of the jungle has made everyone understand how to protect themselves in this world.

The Jiulu Broken Military Camp is a militarized organization that breaks the mountain stream.

There are all selected children of the family who have been in the same mountain for several generations. Their loyalty and their fighting power are beyond doubt.

But is it really time to use them? When the light of the stars again gave to the surroundings of Liberty Square. When the statues of the pioneers with different expressions and smooth lines were draped in a golden glow robe, the central city of Mars woke up in the early morning.

It seems to be in the blink of an eye. On the originally cold suspended highway where the ribbons in the middle of the city are in the air, flying cars gather one by one into a flowing traffic. Shops on both sides of the street opened their gates, and crowds of people poured out of Space City, bustling along the streets.

The fully automatic breakfast shop was already full. The Explorer spacecraft, which departed early, was ready to take off. Merchant ships in the space harbor are constantly flowing in and out. A huge mechanical spiral arm lifts the detached cargo pods from the space transport ship to the dock, where they are loaded and unloaded by the handling mechas. Several loud assembly horns sounded, and the mercenary bases scattered all over the city had already begun training and gathering, and some community halls also burned incense and gave lectures.

War has not yet had any impact on this noisy world. People are still living their lives as usual.

Without resources, everything in the Freeport of Mars can only be maintained by the planet's special geographical location in the shipping lanes.

Filled with ore. Solid energy blocks and various material carriers are gathered here, processed into various products through the enterprises of the free world, and then transported out. These products are organic, shippers. weapons, but also food, light industrial products. There is a wide variety of variety.

Freeport Mars has many industries that are among the best in the universe. For example, there are handmade shoe workshops on a few streets in the southern district of the central city. Many wealthy people from various countries even sent people to order leather shoes in local handmade shops here by flying space. Of course, the most famous. It is also a private mecha manufacturing industry guided by the folk mecha genre.

Free social form. Forged the prosperity of the Freeport of Mars. In the free world, there is no embargo on material. If you're not afraid of being hacked and eaten by hacks. Even if you're shipping a whole shipload of drugs, no one here cares about you.

Therefore, today, when the war broke out in full force, it has also become a center for the collection of ships from various countries to transport strategic materials.

As the saying goes, people are not rich without windfalls, horses are not rich without night grass, and they are not fat. The more blocked the country, the easier it is to make money. For example, the current Federation of Leray and the Republic of Gachalin, due to the strict closure of the borders by Western countries such as Desik, Seuss and Jeppen, many of the materials that have been imported from trade have been seriously scarce.

Whether it's machinery, energy blocks, or electronics, metal raw materials, food and medicine. As long as it can be transported into a ship, it can immediately obtain a profit ten or even dozens of times higher than the value of the carrier itself.

Such a profit is enough for most people to risk their lives. For smugglers and trade associations in the free world, such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Their whole life is to give it a go when such an opportunity comes.

This is Freeport. Relying on free trade, manufacturing and risk-taking, gambling, fighting, and looting every day is the life of a free port person.

On the surface, today is still a normal day. However, if you look closely, you can see that there is a different solemn and excited look on the faces of people who come and go.

Whether it's on the street, in a shopping mall, in an office building, in a factory workshop, in a port or wharf, whether it's a clerk in leather clothes or a sweaty worker, the same topic is being discussed. When acquaintances meet and say hello, even if they don't have time to say a few words, they will exchange some meaning in their eyes.

In this day and age. There are many messages that only take a few minutes or even seconds to reach the entire planet.

Now, there is no one who doesn't know about Tai Liu's kicking of the Ninth Hall. This explosive news has completely shaken the entire free world.

dignified, because everyone knows that when genres are divided together, the free world is shuffled, and it is time to come. Excitement, on the other hand, is a common question.

The nine major schools that were kicked out of the gym. Will it kick back?

In fact, there is an answer to this question.

The feature in the Mars Express has been read and watched by everyone. Start with the first showdown of thousands of troops. The chubby director of the Telupuro branch library didn't give any chance to the other genres. He just took more than a hundred Tailiu members, one pavilion after another, to find the door and defeat the opponent. No matter what technical style you are facing. No matter what level of opponent, he only said two words.

"Kick the gym."

Nine halls, eight games, the fat man didn't have any fancy moves at all, and when he got on the mecha, he rounded the mechanical arm and rushed up to smash it. There are at least three pavilion fighters who have no power to fight back. was directly smashed and beaten alive by him. Whether it is a second-level commander or a first-level commander, in front of him, it is just a group of dirt chickens and dogs with dead faces.

All the mecha halls on the First Avenue of Puluo Town were sealed off one after another.

At that time, thousands of people gathered on the entire First Avenue could only watch from afar as the people of Tailiu poured into a mecha hall. After a while, when he walked out, the kicked mecha hall immediately closed the door, turned out the ground light on the signboard, and changed the green indicator light representing business to a white indicator light representing the closure of the hall.

Arguably. This is a resounding slap in the face from Tauryu to all the self-sustaining and orthodox mecha genres.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for a shattering conflict that is destined to erupt.

To the south of Liberty Square in Canterlot is a small circular square.

In the fountain in the middle of the small square, surrounded by a Gothic church and several buildings with red spires, stands a statue of a bronze horseman. The warhorse man stood up and neighed with his head held high. The knight on the horse is as straight as a pine and cypress. Wearing a tricorne hat characteristic of Freeport Mars. Gaze resolute. In his hand, a fluttering flag pointed into the distance.

Behind the Bronze Horseman. It's a small goose-yellow building. The small building is a typical Mars style building, the yellow brick wall outside is not neat, but it has a unique charm, the overall line is square and simple, and it is decorated with a small number of white edges, bright and quiet. This is the seat of government of the Freeport, the nominal supreme authority of the Freeport of Mars.

In the octagonal office on the third floor of the small building, Serwall, the chief executive of Mars, sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand and a frown. He has been unconsciously maintaining such a posture for a long time. The reasons are all in the Mars Express in front of you.

"It's finally messed up." Selwall seemed to be a little confused, and gradually, his brows furrowed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is the time coming?" ”

In the office, dozens of well-dressed men with different manners stood silently in front of Selwall. Although there were many people, there was not a single sound in the whole office.

Some of these people are the top brokers in the trading hall, some are the presidents of a mecha manufacturing company, and some are the leaders of a well-known mercenary land and the head of the pirate land. Almost everyone is a champion in all walks of life. However, in the eyes of these people who stomp their feet and the free world would tremble, the world seemed to be the only one left in the world, who was not tall.

Here, they have only one identity. That's a member of the Northern Business Alliance! This identity was given to them by Serwall, and it was also the foundation of their foothold in the free world.

The Northern Business Alliance is the first of the five major business alliances of the Mars Freeport. It has a commercial fleet, manufacturing companies and security regiments. Three years ago, Selwall, the president of the Alliance, won the ruling power of the Freeport of Mars through a sky-high bid, which became a big news at the time.

As we all know, in the free world, the so-called ruling power is just another name for the right to preserve life. Those who have obtained this right are basically the losing side in the competition between the major forces. Participating in the auction itself means lowering your posture and conceding defeat. The major departments of the Freeport, as well as the military, were infiltrated and controlled by the major powers, and the ruling coalition had no benefit other than a part of the tax compensation and the neutral status of the four years of staying out of the matter.

For the Northern Business Alliance, which was in full swing at the time. Bidding for power is simply a decision that makes no sense.

However, the huge group of the Northern League did not have the slightest objection to Selwall's decision. In the face of the confusion of the outside world, the spokesman of the Northern Union only said lightly: "The Northern Alliance does not want to get its energy into any struggle that is not conducive to the unity of the free world." We are not being forced by anyone to bid for power. In fact, no one can persecute us. In addition to declaring a neutral attitude, we hope. It can give back to Freeport. ”

No one takes it seriously. This world is all about taking. Give back a fart!

People speculate that there is some kind of crisis within the Northern Alliance. In order to prevent the crisis from being exploited by other forces in the next four years. They occupied the only neutral position in the Freeport, recognized and protected, in advance. In the past, this was a common method used by many associations or enterprises.

This speculation was forgotten a year later.

There doesn't seem to be any discord within NATO. On the contrary, all the members of this organization are still firmly controlled by the president of the elegant and ancient aristocratic demeanor, and the approachable name is Selwall. Their caravans span the universe, their security corps is strong, and their shipyards, their mech-making enterprises, still produce the most advanced ships and mechs. In all walks of life, there is the figure of the giant of the Northern League.

And after the outbreak of war. The benefits obtained by the Northern Alliance through the ruling power have made everyone blush, and at the same time, they have finally understood that the Northern Alliance has a far-sighted view of winning the ruling power.

In addition to the influx of refugees into the free world, various taxes have made the Northern Union collect softly. The gathering of smuggling ships and pirates also brought the trade of the Freeport to an unprecedented level. Every day, the tens of billions of transactions in the free trade hall only say one thing. That is the income of the Northern Alliance.

What's more. When a local authority trades, taxes. When the powers of transportation, defense, and even public security and port management are concentrated in the hands of one organization, no one can say how much benefit the industries under the name of this organization can receive.

Even if many of these rights were previously only nominal.

Anyway, what people know is that the best place to go out in the port is always the merchant ships of the Northern Union. On the waterway, the safest is also the ship of the Northern Alliance. In the trading hall, it is the Northern Alliance that controls the allocation and supply of resources. The biggest benefit of business cooperation with other countries is NAARC.

In the hands of Selwall, those rights that were originally scattered and people didn't care much about not only became hot after the outbreak of the war, but also gradually gathered in the hands of the Northern Alliance. The strength of NATO guarantees the implementation of these rights. And their quiet neutral status and the means of using power have made the major forces and alliances completely lose their temper, and they can only compete with them.

At this time, no one wanted to offend the Northern Alliance. If you don't want to suddenly find yourself with a lot of competitors, a lot of business partners, you don't want your own ships to be in the port, you don't want the goods you store to be seized or delayed for some reason, you don't want taxes, transactions, and capital accounts, and you don't want to have some small but enough to change the outcome of the failure at a critical moment. Well, you'd better not provoke the Northern Alliance lightly. At this time, Selwall's fame has reached a height of admiration, both within the Northern Alliance and in the entire Freeport. People suddenly found out that the ruling power could still play like this. It turns out that the implementation of certain rights does not have to turn against other forces, and sometimes, the benefits of cooperation are greater than before.

At a time when people admired Selwall's vision, no one knew. Selwall made this decision not three years ago, but twenty years ago, when he was sent to run a small shipyard in Freeport of Mars, he was ready to become the chief executive of Freeport of Mars.

Selwall was not a prophet, nor a prophet, nor a time-traveler from the future. What he cares about is not any interests, let alone a conventional neutral status. What he needs is a name - a name to sweep away all opposition and rule the free world!

At the beginning of the war between Gachalin and Le Ray, Selwall knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for for many years had arrived.

The descendants of the royal family left behind all over the world have been waiting for this day to come.

Selwall took the reins and powers. With a neutral attitude, the Northern Business Alliance was removed from the feud between those factions. For Selwall. These rules of the free world are simply a joke. Those ridiculous mecha genres, with traditions that are incompatible with the world, dominate the world. In fact, they're just a bunch of bitches. A group of bitches who each gathered a bunch of prostitutes and were jealous! In the face of sheer strength, the only thing these bitches can do is take off their pants.

For three years, the Northern Business Alliance has quietly used its ruling power to extend its tentacles to the entire free world. Right now. Two-fifths of the army in Freeport Mars is already under the absolute control of the Northern Commercial Alliance. Those scattered throughout the shipping lanes of the galaxy are free docks, space stations. There is also a considerable part in the hands of the Northern Business Alliance.

If we say that the power of the genre is nothing more than the collusion of various groups for a certain position and interests. Well, the Northern Alliance. Under Selwall's management, it has become a tightly structured paramilitary organization. The core members of the alliance are all directly controlled by Selwall. Every word he says is an order that must be strictly enforced.

On top of that, the Northern Business Alliance has reached an agreement with the Souss Empire. For the Souss Empire, in wartime, it was impossible to have such an organization that occupied the name and power to become an ally and ensure the stability and security of the free world shipping lanes.

Selwall has been waiting for an opportunity. An opportunity to let those ridiculous genres of the free world kill each other. Obviously. Now, that opportunity has arrived.

Selwall drank his cup of coffee, and without lifting his eyelids, gave his first command to rule the free world.

The instructions are simple. Just four short words.

"Falling into the well."

At the silent table, Helen drank white porridge gently. From time to time, I raised my eyelids to look at the fat man sitting opposite.

The fat man with five finger prints on his left cheek was dignified and ate his breakfast as if nothing had happened. See Helen looking at herself. He gave him an inquiring look and asked, "What, what's the matter?" ”

Helen hated itchy, and wanted to add five more finger prints to the fat man's right cheek.

I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless. This fat man was caught by himself. I even dare to ask myself if I don't like to wear clothes! Got a slap in the face. With five finger prints on half of his face, it's just as if nothing happened. It's as if nothing happened.

"Phew, scoundrel!" Helen spat one

The image of the fat man's former hero has long since completely collapsed. Now, I gradually accept a completely different image of Helen, a fat man, and I don't know what it's like in my heart.

It's nothing good to meet this fat man. used to be on the Berlan Rose, and I was accidentally hugged by him. Now, he's seen it again

The thought of the fat man's look in the bathroom when he asked herself in surprise made Helen's cheeks burn all at once—and she stood there so that he could see his fill.

I was upset for a while, and the fat man's surprised voice came from my ears: "Huh? Why is your face so red? ”

If it hadn't been for the knock on the door, the white porridge in Helen's hand would have spilled out.

The fat man opened the door.

Outside the door, the third elder Sanji was still wearing a bone finger cuff on his hand.

Behind Sankey were two middle-aged men in their forties. One of them, who was slightly thinner, was also of yellow race, like the fat man. From this person's body, the fat man could see a fierce spirit at a glance.

The fat man's mind is racing, no need to ask, this is Tailiu's town hall god of war - the seventh elder Wei Jianshan. The chubby, kind-looking, somewhat bald man beside Wei Jianshan was naturally the Fourth Elder Jeffrey.

In Barbarossa's intelligence, the Third Elder Sanki, the Fourth Elder Jeffrey, and the Seventh Elder Wei Jianshan are the traditional forces of Tailiu. Back when Tailiu was still a third-rate school, these three people were the most capable young disciples of Tailiu. If it weren't for the Fourth Elder Jeffrey's disdain for intrigue, the position of the curator would not have fallen into the hands of Cooper.

The fat man knew that the three of them had actually arrived at the Puluo branch library as early as last night. They have made such a big mess themselves, they can wait until this time to meet with themselves. Obviously, it was in preparation to go.

"Third Elder!" The fat man's acting skills have always been to come as he says, and his eyes are full of surprise: "Why are you here, come in and sit down." ”

The fat man enthusiastically pulled Sankey to the room. I don't know the locals, and I think I know my hometown in another place. Unbeknownst to him, the night before yesterday, he had pinched off someone else's thumb.

"Huh." Sang Ji smiled slightly, broke free of the fat man's hand, and said lightly: "Should I call you Elder Guo or General Tian?" ”

"Bang". In the room, Helen accidentally broke the bowl in her hand.

"This loser." The fat man laughed and said, "You can call it whatever you want." What does it matter. Who are we with? ”

Helen was going crazy with her ears pricked up in the room. The identity has been revealed, why can this fat man still laugh?

Sankey looked strange, and Jeffrey and Wei Jianshan looked at each other stunned. They have seen a lot of people on weekdays, but they have never seen such a guy. It's as if the identity has been debunked. It's just such a trivial thing, and I don't care about it at all. The thickness of the skin is simply incomparable.

"Then let's call you General Tian." Of the three, Jeffrey is apparently the leader. This kind-looking middle-aged man, who was already a little pot-bellied, smiled slightly and walked into the room first.

"Good morning." Jeffrey, who walked into the room, gracefully bent over Helen slightly, and said with a smile: "It is worthy of the flower of Lelei, Miss Helen is really a heavenly fragrance." ”

Seeing the three elders rushing in, Helen stood up and nodded in greeting, and turned her head to look at the fat man. I saw that this guy was still smiling, and he didn't look nervous at all.

"I really can't imagine it" After taking his seat, Long Jianshan said coldly to the fat man: "Curator Cooper used his special authority to invite the eleventh eleventh elder, and it turned out to be the famous federal hero of the Lelei Federation. Kill Gandy, dethrone Monroe. Nine halls were sealed within six hours. I don't know which one General Tian is singing? ”

The fat man smiled. As his name suggests, this dragon sees the mountain man, without the slightest beating, and opens the door as soon as he enters the door.

Now that the skylight has been opened, the fat man is too lazy to shiver and lights a cigarette. Yoyo asked, "We'll talk about it later." I don't know how the three of us knew who we were. ”

"Dragons have dragon roads, and rats have rat roads." Jeffrey smiled and said, "Other people may not know you." However, it is not difficult for us. Now that I know you, I naturally know Miss Helen's identity. What we don't understand is what your intentions are to deign to be an elder in your capacity. ”

"I heard that Tailiu wants to join forces with Xiyo." The fat man said, "I'm just here to stir up a game." ”

As soon as these words came out, the three elders were stunned at the same time.

Since yesterday they learned about the fat man's kicking of the ninth hall, they went to the Puluo branch library as soon as possible.

Then, the three of them locked themselves in their rooms and watched the video footage of the kick for the night.

The more they watched, the more shocked and excited they became. Later, after learning the identity of the fat man through a certain channel, their first reaction was that Cooper and Fimeng came together. But immediately, this speculation was rejected by another news.

Therefore, before coming here, they already knew that this fat man and Cooper were not in the same group. also knew that this kick was not at the behest of Cooper.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles. Now that I know the identity of the fat man, I know the relationship between him and Cooper. Although the three elders still didn't understand the fat man's intentions, they had probably already guessed something. Therefore, in some consideration, they decided to come and meet the fat man.

Who knew that without saying a word, the fat man unabashedly confirmed their guess.

This answer caught all three of them off guard. You know, they're all from Tailiu. What is safeguarded must also be the interests of the Thai land.

After doing a bad thing and being so righteous in front of the victim, I'm afraid there is only this fat man in the world.

"What do you mean?!" Jeffrey's face turned blue first, and he slapped the table and stood up: "So, you have mixed into our Tailiu, you are making trouble!" ”

Jeffrey's suddenly raised voice made Helen's face turn pale with fright.

After all, there were few similar experiences, and Helen found that her guts did not seem to be as big as she had imagined.

Immediately, she heard the fat man's mad reply: "Why are you here if you don't mess with me?" ”

Helen's heart has been raised to her throat.

However, instead of the fierce conflict in the living room, there was a dead silence.

Only the fat man, still not knowing whether he was alive or dead: "What are you staring at me, jealous that I am more handsome than you?" ”

Long

Jeffrey said coldly: "Do you know that as long as I call here, you will die immediately and there is no place to bury!" ”

"Yes." The fat man's voice was still unhurried.

"You're not afraid?"

"Scared!"

"Then how are you" Jeffrey looked at the fat man like he saw an idiot.

The fat man took a puff of cigarette and didn't raise his head: "Don't worry, if I don't want you to scream, none of you three has a chance to make any sound."

"Ridiculous!" Ryumiyama slapped the table, and Sankey also stood up at the same time.

Jeffrey exclaimed, "I'm going to do it right now"

Before he finished speaking, the fat man nestled on the sofa suddenly jumped up, grabbed his throat like lightning, and then leaned sideways out of his legs, tiptoes, and pressed against Sankey's throat

This grasp and kick is almost to the extreme. The three of Jeffrey stood in place, cold sweat already soaking through their clothes. If it weren't for the fat man's hands, at this time, their throats would indeed not be able to make any sound.

"Soon," Jeffrey swallowed hard, gritting his teeth, "you can kill two at the same time, but there are three of us." ”

As soon as the words fell, the three elders only felt a flower in front of them, and the fat man's toes dotted on Wei Jianshan's Adam's apple like a phantom, and then slammed back into Sankey's throat.

Jeffrey sat down slowly on the couch.

He knew that if the fat man wanted to make a move, he could definitely kill the three of them silently in an instant.