On the top floor of the Hyatt Five-Star Hotel, there is only one room on the entire floor, which is the presidential suite, which ordinary people cannot afford to live in, and they do not have such qualifications.

Those who are qualified are either bigwigs in business enterprises or upper-class people with special status, and these people must be high-rollers who have spent nearly 100 million yuan in the Hyatt five-star hotel.

They are guests at the Black Gold level, and they are subject to the strictest protection.

Because, behind the Hyatt Regency Hotel, there are people in the land of legends, and people in the military and political systems of Jiangzhong City support them together.

It is conceivable how hard the backstage of the Kaiyue Hotel is.

Now, in the presidential suite, there lives a man in his forties with a big belly, and outside the presidential suite, there is a person in five steps and a post in ten steps.

They kept walking back and forth, patrolling the surroundings of the presidential suite.

Their eyes were as sharp as eagles' eyes, as sharp as the eyes of hunting dogs.

"Well, what the hell is going on?" In the presidential suite, a middle-aged man with a big belly was full of sorrow and depression.

He always had a feeling of panic in his heart, and this feeling made him suffocate and almost couldn't breathe air.

He felt this way twenty years ago.

At that time, he was young and vigorous.

At that time, he worked hard for his business empire and killed people if he didn't agree with him.

At that time, his brothers, dead and wounded, squatted in prison.

At that time, he only had one brushing shoulders with death.

That feeling, that's how he feels now.

"Here at the Grand Regency Hotel, nothing should happen. The pot-bellied middle-aged man muttered uneasily.

Lighting a superb cigar, he took a hard puff.

"Strange, so quiet! The smoke of the cigar, why doesn't it smoke?" it was the conscious activity in his head.

"Luckily, I didn't miss the mission. A young voice suddenly sounded in the presidential suite.

The pot-bellied middle-aged man finally found that not only did the best cigar stop smoking, but he couldn't move.

Everything in this presidential suite is like being submerged in time.

Everything was gone, and all the sound was gone.

Aghast!

Shocking!

Such fear kept pouring out of the heart of the pot-bellied middle-aged man.

The next moment, he saw a very young man.

This young man's face was a little ruffian, a little cynical, a little evil and banter, and more cold and murderous.

In the young man's body, there is calmness in the coldness, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, with a terrifying coercion in the murderous aura, like a tiger rushing out of the mountain of corpses and blood.

All this, without moving.

All this, quiet.

It is because of these breaths emanating from young people.

"Someone paid a high price for your life, as long as we take over the task, no matter where you hide, it is impossible to escape the ultimate death. The young man looked at him and said indifferently.

"It's over!" the pot-bellied middle-aged man had a desperate thought in his heart.

At this moment, his heart was extremely afraid, but he did not sweat.

Not because he didn't want to sweat, but because of the breath emitted by the young man, he already had everything under control.

"This is my first murder mission. I have the need, and the time, to explain where I came from. ”

"After all, this is my first mission. As the young man spoke slowly, there was no other expression on his face, only a look of indifference.

He then pulled out a black token.

"Black Kill Order!" The middle-aged man with a big belly, the coolness in his heart was like falling into an ice cave.

"What level of martial arts master is this?human-level martial artist?earth-level martial artist?or heaven-level martial artist......" The middle-aged man with a big belly thought in horror in his heart.

In the end, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, because as far as he knew, earth-level martial artists were like gods in mythology.

Because, not only has he seen it, but among his guests, such a master is enshrined.

Ground-level martial artists, one person can kill hundreds of human-level martial artists, one human-level martial artist can easily be eliminated, a team of ten national elite special forces.

One can imagine how powerful the ground-level martial artists are.

And the heaven-level martial artist, according to legend, is a leap in the realm of the martial artist, and the heaven-level martial artist kills the earth-level martial artist, just like slaughtering a dog.

The realm of a heaven-level martial artist is no longer something that ordinary people can imagine.

Black Kill Order!

A middle-aged man with a big belly has never seen it.

Black Kill Order, this is a legend in the killer world.

In the killer world, there are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and black.

The eighth-class killer order is the lowest, and the black kill order is the highest.

As soon as the black killing came out, the blood flowed like a river, because the appearance of the black killing order generally did not involve one person, but a group of people.

The black killing order is issued, which is a killing order that can only be terminated by completely killing all the people involved in the killing order.

Unexpectedly, in his lifetime, the pot-bellied middle-aged man saw the black killing order.

"Dying under such a killing order, in the hands of such a master, is also my glory!!" The middle-aged man with a big belly laughed at himself incomparably.

"I started to introduce myself, you heard me clearly. The young man emphasized lightly.

The middle-aged man with a big belly came to his senses at this time, because he wanted to see what kind of sacredness this young man really was.

"My name is Wang Zhong, and I came down from the Heavenly Killing Sect in the Ruins of the Beginning of the Sea and came to Jiangzhong City for the first time. Normally, we call the world of ordinary people beneath the ruins of the end of the sea the secular world. ”

"And the masters, uncles, and uncles of my Heavenly Killing Sect call them rivers and lakes. My current cultivation realm is the Emperor level of the Primordial Xuan Realm. ”

"It's just a Yuan Qi cultivator who has just generated a wisp of Yuan Qi and has half a foot on the threshold of the door of a cultivator. At this point, Wang Zhong stopped.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him indifferently, he wanted this middle-aged man to be slaughtered to digest this information first.

"Yuan Qi Master, Cultivator, how is this possible?" If the pot-bellied middle-aged man could speak, he would definitely roar.

Yuan Qi master, cultivator, this is simply a legend of legends.

If you want to say that the third-order martial artists of heaven, earth, and man are some distance from the world of ordinary people, then the world of cultivators and ordinary people is simply an untouchable sky.

"No wonder he said that he came down from the ruins of the end of the sea, this is clearly a fairy stream figure who came down from the sky!" the pot-bellied middle-aged man sighed in his heart.

"Hahaha! good! good! Die in the hands of such a character, I am not wronged, my death is glorious, death is worth it!" The middle-aged man with a big belly laughed in his heart and said three good words in a row.

He was really relieved and happy.

"What heaven, earth, and human level martial artists, that's all rubbish. Of course, Wang Zhong knew what this person could think of, so he said disdainfully.

Immediately after, he struck.

Light, at first glance.

Darkness, descending.

The middle-aged man with a big belly didn't see anything clearly, and his consciousness was gradually moving away.

"It's a pity! you still have such a beautiful wife and such a beautiful daughter!" Wang Zhong looked at the photo on the table, shook his head and sighed for no reason.

The middle-aged man who was dying, after hearing Wang Zhong's words, couldn't stop shouting in his heart: "Don't kill them, I entrust my wife and daughter to you." ”

However, he could not open his mouth because death quickly consumed him.

On the top floor of the Hyatt Five-Star Hotel, in the room of the presidential suite, Wang Zhong's figure disappeared silently, as if he had never appeared.

Here, only a cold corpse remains!