The two figures that jumped down from the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Palace were all old descendants who had been biologically modified like Fang Shi.

Judging by the style of dressing, they are very similar to those mercenaries in the Hanging City.

The strong man who is about two and a half meters tall has a European face, his thick beard is tinged with a strange dark red, the prosthetic eyes of the creature with red ferociousness are slightly convex, and the pupils are shrinking like a focused lens.

Compared to this strong man in a tactical leather jacket, the old man with wood-rimmed glasses next to him was obviously much more gentle.

This old man's facial features have obvious characteristics of a sub-realm person, the robe he wears is printed with the LOGO of the [Turing Research Society], his bald hair is gray, and his face is very kind with a smile.

Both men are very different in terms of their facial features and how they dress, and the only thing they have in common is that they both wear a string of weird collars around their necks.

Their collars are of the same style, all of them resemble metal, dark gold throughout, with the front and back of the concave [Turing Institute] talismans, and near the sides of the main artery, there are faint blue breathing lamps flashing.

"Hassad...... I didn't expect you to be alive......" The old man known as "Toyotomi Tsuruichi" walked up to Hassad's side, and his kind and kind face was a look of regret, "I thought you died in the pursuit of the Society......"

Before seeing Toyotomi Tsuruichi, Hasad was still ready to accept his fate, but as soon as his eyes were closed and opened, even if this life passed, it would not be a big deal to die.

But after seeing this old man......

As if his body had been stimulated, Hassad tried his best to control his vocal organs, not wanting to act so embarrassed.

"I won't die if you die." Hazard sneered.

"No, no, no...... Now it's you who are going to die. Toyotomi Tsuru sighed, undisguised his regret, "If you hadn't opposed the research society at the beginning, maybe we would still be colleagues." ”

"Colleague?" Hassad's smile became more and more sarcastic, "Do you want me to be what you are now, with a dog ring around my neck that can kill me at any time, and I will do whatever I want you to do, even if it is to tell you to eat......"

Before Hasad could finish speaking, a strong man on the side walked over.

He raised his leg and kicked Hassad's head directly, hit the ruins of the ruins and rolled back, almost in an insulting gesture, stepping on Hassad's head with his shoes, looking at him condescendingly.

"How did you talk to Mr. Toyotomi?"

"Yo, another good dog!"

"What the fuck ......"

Seeing that the strong man's calves began to exert force, almost stepping Hasad's head into the ground, Toyotomi Tsuruichi on the side hurriedly spoke to stop it.

"Beverns!"

"Huh?" Baivins looked back at the old man, "What's the matter, Mr. Toyotomi?" ”

"What he has in his head is still useful to the Society, so I can't kill him now......" Toyotomi Tsuruichi said.

Beverns nodded in understanding, then turned to look at Lawrence, who looked like a corpse.

"What about that? Did it work? ”

Hearing this, Toyotomi Tsuruichi also looked back.

Although this was his first meeting with Lawrence, Lawrence's profile and even old archives were no secret to him.

Toyotomi Tsuruichi not only knew what Lawrence had done in the wasteland, but also what he had done in the city of eternal night...... A retainer of the Chen family?

That's what I think is the case, right?

Toyotomi looked at Lawrence a few times, and finally shook his head.

"It's useless to leave him, kill him."

As soon as he heard this, Bwinston looked excited, smiled and walked up to Lawrence, and with a single lift of his leg and kicked the remnants of his torso into a hollow.

"It's just a miscellaneous part of a sequence five...... How dare you go against our research group......"

Although Bevens's kick didn't seem to be very hard, it felt like a mountain was pressing down on Lawrence...... No, to be precise, the feeling of a hydraulic press, that irresistible force is pressed head-on, and even the hardest metal may turn into a puddle of mud.

The pain was so severe that Lawrence couldn't help but tremble, but it was just an instinctive muscle spasm, and there was no fear on his face.

Even if he knew that he was going to die a good death nine times out of ten.

He was not afraid.

"That's it?" Lawrence endured the pain and laughed out loud, "You bastard is far worse than that old madman hahaha!! ”

Lawrence's laughter sounded harsh to Beverns.

He felt insulted.

An insult to yourself from a weakling!

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Baivins said, moving slowly and stepping up again.

This time it was Lawrence's neck that was trampled on.

After damage to the vocal organs.

Lawrence's laughter couldn't help but become distorted, hoarse and high-pitched.

"You're a fart......," Lawrence's voice didn't look like a human voice anymore, it was as cold as a ghost's cry, "You still want to torture Lao Tzu with this little means...... You're too immature...... Little Cub ......"

This moment.

Baivins was completely furious.

Because he had lived for so many years, except for those monks of the research society, he had really never met anyone who dared to talk to him like this.

In the Hanging City.

Byvins was a former freelance mercenary, and he was not known by his real name, but by a two-character nickname.

Madman.

Unruly, hot-tempered, and cruel.

These are his labels.

It is no exaggeration to say that in his long life, he has brought the greatest fear to countless people, but now...... He found that his methods were ridiculous to the old man.

Yes, this old thing is not afraid at all!

"Old bastard, who do you look down on......

Under the anger of Baiwens, his expression became a little hideous, the red light in his biological eyes flickered, and the aura all over his body became extremely dangerous.

"Come on...... I'm going to play with you slowly......"

With that, Baivins bent down and held out his hand to Lawrence's head.

He's going to teach this old thing a good lesson.

Don't look down on people!

"Hey."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice sounded behind Baivins, and before he could react, his neck was choked coldly, and his head was forcibly smashed back.

"How the do you dare to touch the people in our community?!"

Baivins only heard this angry scolding, and saw only a vague but angry face.

The next second.

A fist even more terrifying than a battering ram came to him.

"Lao Tzu killed you!!"

(End of chapter)