urban evil king

Aimar nearly fell over.

Trying to calm down his emotions and let the liver color on his face fade a little, Aimar looked at a group of subordinates who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and said: "Don't worry, I would rather give up this position of leader than help Ayebass seeks justice!"

When he said this, Aimar's face twitched slightly.

Longlin's comrades in arms have all returned home to recuperate from their injuries. They were more or less injured when they played against Tantai Suifeng. Of course, this does not include Qiangzi, the pervert who took advantage of the fisherman.

In the battle at the Flamingo Hotel, Wang Zheng also suffered heavy injuries, but Chi Tianhu was merciful, and that shot made Wang Zheng's physique even better.

The current Wang Zheng feels that his physical strength is longer and his power accumulation is more abundant. He really can't tell whether it is the Chitian Lake that has a greater effect, or Zhang Xuan's genetic repair liquid is more effective.

At this time, the evil king's reward order issued by the mission guild has almost stagnated. The people in the dark world and the mercenaries are well aware that many masters have entered the Wilson Peninsula forest in vain, and there are many zombies among them. Brothers are top fighters, but all these people have lost their news. As for the mercenaries who entered the forest but never came out, there are even more mercenaries. The Wilson Peninsula forest has long been turned into a super-large primitive grave.

After this battle, the reputation of the Eastern Evil King became more and more prosperous, and there was no such thing as a vain attempt to attack the Eastern Evil King. What a joke, even so many masters were killed, and he went to die. In the eyes of the Evil King , It's just a side dish left alone!

Is this the second spring of Comrade Dongfang Xiewang?

However, those major forces in the world would never give up hunting down the evil king for such a simple reason. After all, Wang Zheng had completely offended the Dark Military Academy and the Ideal Country.

Wang Zheng wasn't so arrogant that he could compete against several major forces with his own strength, and it was even more impossible for him to take the initiative to attack. In this way, it would be like flying moths to a flame, and would only hasten his own demise.

"It's better to go back to China." After wandering abroad for so long, Wang Zheng felt that his body and mind were unprecedentedly exhausted. After many days of fighting and serious injuries, he felt that he was too tired. He really wanted to get over the past. Living a dissolute life, walking the streets in flip-flops during the day, and drinking beer shirtless at night.

One cannot push oneself too tightly, just like a bow string, if pulled too tight, it will break.

"Secretary, help me book a ticket back to Huaxia." Wang Zheng patted Zhang Xuan.

The latter said extremely depressed: "I've been looking after you for a long time, bastard, now I wish you would hurry up and get out, dangling in front of me every day is really an eyesore."

Wang Zheng was still thinking about whether he should say goodbye to Zhang Yafeng before leaving, after all, the other party had already helped him so much.

After much deliberation, he decided to send a text message to the other party to say goodbye, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered someone.

Leon, the investment director of Gaoqi Bank, is also the person in charge of a large consortium. Although he was beaten up by himself, no one knows if he has learned a lot of wisdom and dared to drug Zhang Yafeng. , if there is a first time, there may be a second time, if this scourge is not eliminated, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Shall we meet tonight? I'm leaving America soon." Wang Zheng sent a text message to Zhang Yafeng.

"So fast? Where is it?" Zhang Yafeng quickly returned, and her anxiety could be seen between the lines.

Obviously, although she and Wang Zheng belonged to the type of meeting each other, Wang Zheng had become Zhang Yafeng's deep reliance during this period of time.

"It's still two hours' drive from my place to yours. You stay in the hotel, I'll go find you." Wang Zheng replied a text message, and then set off for downtown New York.

"This ungrateful guy." Zhang Xuan put on his white coat indignantly, got into the laboratory, and continued his perverted research.

After Zhang Yafeng put down the phone, the smile on her face couldn't be closed. She began to put on delicate light makeup in front of the mirror. Tonight was Wang Zheng's last night in the United States, and she must leave a deep impression on him.

However, at this moment, the doorbell of the hotel room rang.

"Who is it?" Zhang Yafeng's heart suddenly jumped when he heard the doorbell. Could it be that this was a surprise from Wang Zheng?

Said it was a two-hour drive, but in the blink of an eye, it came to me. This plot that was used badly in TV dramas is still very lethal in real life. Male compatriots may as well give it a try.

It has to be said that the IQ of women in love is always less than or equal to zero. Even Zhang Yafeng, who is as smart as Zhang Yafeng, didn't think much about it, because she was so happy that she even lost her defense.

Smiling and opening the door, Zhang Yafeng was stunned when he saw a few people standing in front of the door.

There were two men in suits and leather shoes standing at the door, but they were both quite strong, with sunglasses on their faces, and one of them was carrying a large suitcase.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yafeng asked hesitantly, she hadn't realized the danger yet.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Sara?" A man asked with a smile.

"I am." Zhang Yafeng nodded subconsciously, but after nodding, she realized that something was wrong, sensed a hint of danger, and wanted to close the door.

But it was too late at this time, the man slashed out with a hand knife, hitting the back of Zhang Yafeng's neck, and her body fell limply to the ground.

"Put it in the suitcase and pull it out." The two men then stepped into the room.

Looking at Zhang Yafeng lying on the ground, one of the men in sunglasses licked his lips and said, "Such a good figure, I really want to enjoy her here first, anyway, God knows, you know me, how about it?" ? Let's go together?"

"Let me remind you, don't be dazzled by sex." Another person said coldly: "If you let the young master know that we have touched his woman, what will happen, you can figure it out with your toes."

"Pretend I didn't say it." The other person knew his young master's tricks, and he didn't dare to have this kind of thought anymore, so he could only stuff Zhang Yafeng into the suitcase with great effort. Of course, in the process, he had to wipe it a few times Oil.

Two hours later, Wang Zheng wandered leisurely to Zhang Yafeng's door, coughed a few times, knocked on the door a few times, but there was no sound.

Wang Zheng instinctively felt something was wrong, he quickly took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Yafeng, but he heard the phone ringing outside the door.

Obviously, Zhang Yafeng's mobile phone is still in the room.