The high priest lived for hundreds of years and hated modern thermal weapons the most.

Not only did he not hold Cao Songfeng accountable for killing Kenta Tokugawa, but instead arranged for someone to negotiate with the Tokugawa family and ask the Tokugawa family to give an explanation.

"Mr. Song, I was really scared to death just now."

After a while, Song Feng and Lao Wang returned to their positions.

Thomston, who was waiting here, kept shouting at Song Feng for warmth.

Make sure Song Feng is okay.

Song Feng patted Thomston on the shoulder and joked, "Mr. Thomston, I find that your personality is becoming more and more like a woman, and every time you are in a hurry, your face will lose color."

"Hahaha......

Lao Wang, who had just sat down, was amused by Song Feng's words.

Thomston smiled bitterly: "Mr. Song, don't joke with me, you masters have made a move, every move and try is terrifying, we are friends, if something happens to you, I will be very sad."

Song Feng nodded and said, "Thank you for valuing this friendship so much, I will also treat you as a real good friend, as for whether you are injured or not, you can see for yourself, there is nothing wrong with me."

Because the high priest came forward to find justice for Song Feng, there was no violation of the order of the competition on the second and third days.

Song Feng killed Cao Teng, who was comparable to a monster, in a fast, accurate and ruthless way, and in the remaining two days, although many people wanted to challenge Song Feng to take the position.

But thinking of Cao Teng's tragic death, these people couldn't help but retreat.

It wasn't until the end of the game that two people challenged Song Feng, and they were quickly defeated by Song Feng.

It's finally over.

After three days of competition, Song Feng gained a lot, although he did not get a breakthrough in cultivation, but he gained a lot of experience.

By playing in person and observing other people's games, Song Feng gained a lot of experience.

I know what kind of methods foreign warriors will use to reverse their unfavorable situation when they fight against others.

And what kind of body and combat skills to use.

All of the above are valuable experiences, which have laid a stable foundation for Song Feng to enhance his strength in the future.

The Secret Service Division had something to do, and Lao Wang chose to leave early.

Without Lao Wang by his side, Thomston naturally invited Song Feng to his room.

Thomston's room is also a suite, ordered a lot of wine and food, and decided to get drunk with Song Feng here tonight.

Compared with Lao Wang, Thomston pays more attention to the mood of life.

The meals in the room are all from local restaurants.

The drinks drunk are more luxurious and high-end than the bottles.

"Mr. Song, this is a unique local delicacy, you may not be used to it when you first eat it, but when you take a few more bites and get used to its taste, you will definitely fall in love with it."

Thomston poured Song Feng a glass of wine and introduced the local cuisine like a gourmet.

Song Feng smiled while tasting the delicacies in front of him.

The two chatted with laughter and laughter.

No one felt that the danger was approaching step by step.

Behind the hotel building, a man resembles a gecko, leaning against the outer wall.

It's already the middle of the night, and there are no pedestrians in sight on the streets.

The man in his night suit climbs extremely fast, his hands and feet as if they can be attached to the wall.

Thomston's room is on the twenty-eighth floor, about a few dozen meters above the ground.

The man in black climbed to the twenty-eighth floor with great speed, using his cultivation to shield all kinds of aura.

Even though he was only separated by a wall from Song Feng, Song Feng didn't notice that there was still a person lying on his stomach outside the wall.

After drinking a few cups in a row, Song Feng picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of food, and accidentally dropped a piece of abalone on the table.

The soup sprayed onto his clothes, and Song Feng smiled and said, "Mr. Thomston, you wait a minute, I'll go to the bathroom to wipe my clothes."

"The bathroom is by the door, you go and come back quickly, I'll wait for you to come back and continue drinking."

"Okay."

Song Feng didn't say much, walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, and found a tissue to wipe the oil stains on his body.

A few minutes later, Song Feng wiped the oil stains clean and walked back to the living room.

"Mr. Thomstone, where have you been?"

Back in the living room, Song Feng didn't see Thomston and thought that Thomston was going to the room to get something, so he shouted twice casually.

The voice fell, and no response from Thomston could be heard in the room.

Song Feng sat at the dining table, picked up the wine glass and poured himself a drink.

Guessing that Thomston might have drunk too much, he went back to his room to rest.

"Not good!"

As soon as the wine in the cup was filled, Song Feng threw the wine glass out.

The smell of blood permeated Thomston's room.

This smell of blood can't be smelled by others, but Song Feng can smell it clearly.

Before coming to the room, Song Feng kicked the door open.

Song Feng was taken aback by the internal scene, and Thomston fell to the ground on all fours, with a dagger in his chest.

Blood flowed from around the dagger to the ground.

Song Feng picked up Thomston and called his name softly.

"Who's the killer?"

Song Feng frowned.

Fearing that Thomston would not die fast enough, the killer not only left a dagger on him, but also wounded Thomston in the ribs in the ribs and in his heart.

Song Feng put his hand on Thomstone's pulse, and kept shouting that the murderer should die.

Broken ribs, injuring Thomston's internal organs. qδ.net

And the murderer used internal force to break Thomston's heart, and Song Feng needed to use his true qi to renew Thomston immediately.

A minute or two later, the gods couldn't save Thomstone.

There was a bang, and the door seemed to open.

A group of people burst into the room from the outside.

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Feng caught a glimpse of a large number of hotel waiters, gathered at the door of the room.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with shocked expressions.

"Call the police!"

I don't know who shouted, and many waiters took out their mobile phones.

Song Feng said loudly, "Don't move, Mr. Thomston is not dead."

"Also, why did you break into this room?"

"Mr. Thomston is obviously dead, and you murderer still haven't run away."

There were more than a dozen uninvited guests in the room, all dressed in the hotel's service staff outfits.

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, as if Song Feng is a murderer.

No wonder they think so.

Thomston was covered in blood, his eyes closed, and his complexion pale.

At first glance, it looks like you can't live.

Song Feng didn't bother to pay attention to these people and began to instill true qi in Thomston.

Whether Thomston can survive depends on whether True Qi can protect Thomston's heart in time.

If he can't protect himself, Thomston will die of shock due to excessive bleeding.

Thirty seconds later, a large amount of True Qi entered Thomston's body.

Song Feng took out the silver needle to further control Thomston's injuries.

"Don't mess around, take out your phone and take photos and videos immediately, this person is a murderer, and we will most likely be ordered to testify in court."

"Director, is he really the murderer? How I feel like he's saving Mr. Thomstone."

"You stupid, we have discovered the murderer's bad deeds, and we will definitely do tricks to prove that he is not the murderer."

A waiter reprimanded angrily.