At this time, in the mountain villa, the high-status people have all avoided it, and only some unwitting bodyguards and servants are left, still doing their own work.

In addition, in the lobby, there are two old men sitting high.

A dark-skinned, broad-nosed one that looks like a local native, and this one is Sandgo.

The other is not white-skinned, but it is already different from the pure-blooded natives, it seems to be a mixture of the natives and the whites, and his name is also very different from the purebred natives, called Thomas.

At this moment, Thomas was asking Sandgo with a smile: "Master Sandgo, when that Han boy arrives later, will you strike first, or will I strike first, or will we shoot together?" ”

"Together? You're exalting him too much, aren't you? ”

Sandgo raised his chin and was extremely arrogant, "Han Guo is a yellow race, right?" The yellow man is short and thin, how much ability can he have, either of us can easily clean him up, how can the two of us join forces! ”

As an indigenous group, this old guy has been discriminated against by whites since he was a child, and thus has developed a deformed concept of looking down on people of color other than whites.

In fact, most indigenous people have this problem, they have nothing to say about white people, but they are very arrogant when it comes to other people of color.

"But don't forget, master, that kid smashed the white-haired King Kong's fist with one easy punch! The white-haired King Kong is full of muscles and bones like iron, even if we don't have such kung fu! ”

Thomas said again.

Sandgo snorted through his nostrils.

"You don't really believe that kid's real kung fu, do you? Believe it or not, I have a way to break the fist of the white-haired King Kong with one punch? He must have used some kind of evil magic in the Han Kingdom, similar to the witchcraft we use! It's just that we don't understand the evil law of the Han Kingdom, so in our eyes, it feels like he used real kung fu! ”

"Then you can't be too careless, since he can smash the fist of the white-haired King Kong, he must have some real kung fu!"

"You're so afraid of him, then when he comes, you will watch the battle from the sidelines, and I will kill that kid, and then you don't have to rob me of the merits!"

The more Sandgo spoke, the more polite he became.

Thomas couldn't help frowning and stopped talking nonsense with him.

In fact, Thomas originally wanted to retreat with Prom, but he couldn't stand Sandgo's unpleasant speech, so he stayed with Sandgo.

At this moment, Sandgo was robbed of his white, and Thomas really regretted that he should not have stayed and gambled with this arrogant old man.

It's just a pity that he regrets it

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I couldn't quit either, because a bodyguard came in outside the door and reported: "Two masters, that Han boy has arrived!" ”

"It's finally here!"

Sandgo laughed and stood up, "Let's not let him enter the house, lest we can't let go of our hands and feet, and kill this kid directly in the yard!" ”

Thomas had nothing to say, got up and walked out after him.

I saw a sedan slowly stop, the door behind it opened, and a young man got out of the car.

Sandgo couldn't help but laugh when he looked at it for a moment.

"That's what you're talking about...... A strong Han boy? With this small body and young body, and his hair hasn't grown yet, what kung fu can he learn? ”

He looked at Thomas, apparently cautious before making fun of him.

Thomas really wanted to remind him not to take the enemy too lightly, after all, the fist shattering of the white-haired King Kong was a real thing.

But the more he reminded him of the disdainful face on Sandgo's face, the louder the old man laughed.

So Thomas came to his lips and swallowed back.

Meng Hao looked at the two old men coldly, silently silent, and waited until the black charcoal-like old man finished laughing.

"Boy, you killed the son of the leader of the Illuminati Party, Vorog, Son Thor?"

After a while, Sandgo finally stopped laughing, and asked in a pretended gloomy manner.

"I killed it!"

Meng Hao replied coldly, "I know that the two of you are just lackeys invited by the Illuminati Party, and in fact you can't be the family of the Illuminati, so if you know each other, help me bring a message to Vorog, ask him to obediently release my mother-in-law, and kneel at my feet to apologize, so that maybe I can spare his life!" Otherwise, not only will he Vorrog die, but the entire Illuminati will be completely eradicated by me! ”

His voice was flat, and he didn't pretend to be gloomy like Sandgo.

However, before he could finish his words, Sandgo couldn't help but laugh again.

"You're joking, aren't you? It's up to you to want Lord Volrog to die? Just by you, you want to completely eradicate the entire Bright Party? Who do you think you are? Just rely on you, a little hairy boy, what kind of ability do you have......"

Sandgo's words came to an abrupt end as Meng Hao raised his hand impatiently and slapped it out with a wave of his palm.

He was five or six meters away from Sandgo, at least in Sandgo's opinion, it was a safe distance.

Hugh said that Meng Hao is such a little hairy boy, even if he is really a big master, it is impossible to hurt him Sandgo from such a distance.

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But, it's a pity that he didn't meet other big masters, but Meng Hao, a little hairy boy.

He only saw a flash of golden light, and suddenly there seemed to be a golden palm print, which broke away from Meng Hao's hand and slammed towards him.

Sandeger was taken aback and hurriedly wanted to dodge, but the palm print came too quickly, it was really like lightning, Sandgo's old body was about to rise, and there was already a "snap" sound, and he had already received a slap in the chest and abdomen.

This palm Meng Hao actually didn't exert too much strength, but he used the Xuanhuang acupoint method, and the palm power penetrated directly into Sang Dege's lungs, deliberately making this arrogant and cheap old man suffer more.

Sandgo couldn't help bending down, and the pain of a knife made the old man cry out involuntarily: "Oh my God! ”

However, this old man was so cheeky that he only screamed, and then hurriedly shut up, only to endure the old face blue and cold sweat.

Thomas was taken aback.

He knows Sandgo's skills best, although this old man has a mouth to hate the dead, but when it comes to skills, he Thomas is quite inferior.

But I didn't expect this thin and thin Han boy to fight when he said that he would fight, and with just one move, Sandgo bent down and called "God".

And the most important thing is, what kind of kung fu did this Han boy do, and a golden palm print flew out?

Is this the legendary Han Kung Fu?

Or is it true, as Sandgo said, that this kid has also mastered some kind of evil art from the Han Kingdom?

So what should he Thomas do?

Do you want to take advantage of this kid's attack on Sandgo and make a sneak attack on this kid?

Countless thoughts flashed in Thomas's heart in an instant, and a pair of eyes couldn't help but flicker, constantly peeking at Meng Hao's expression.

saw Meng Hao turn around and look at him coldly.

At the same time, in his ears, he actually heard Meng Hao's voice.

"I know you're not bad by nature, and you're not a diehard member of the Illuminati, so ...... If you don't want to die, don't do it! ”

Thomas was almost scared to death, because he didn't see Meng Hao open his mouth to speak, and the voice actually entered his ears inexplicably.

What kind of kung fu is this?

If this is the evil art of the Han Kingdom, then this evil art is too scary, right?

Thomas's face turned pale and he hurriedly looked at Sandgo.

However, Sandgo had just received a painful blow, but he didn't realize it at all, but slowly straightened his waist and looked at Meng Hao through gritted teeth.

It seems like he was going to eat Meng Hao alive.

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