Ancient Wu killer mixed city

Xiao Qi immediately took out the phone, "Hello? Get up the fuck! Something happened!"

"What nonsense, your money is indispensable! Come quickly!" Xiao Qi said a few more dollars for those who were still alive.In less than 10 minutes, three small trucks drove over, and seven or eight punks got out of the car.These people are Xiao Qi's social friends. "Clean it up quickly!" Xiao Qi said while holding the long-haired head he had just picked up.

"Fuck! Isn't this Changmao!?" The man looked at Changmao's eyes and asked, "Who did it?"

Xiao Qi smiled at those people, "My boss."

"He belongs to Sang Biao!" The man seemed a little uneasy, "You are not afraid of his revenge!"

"I'm not afraid, and I'm fucking rich! Be quick!" Xiao Qi yelled at him, "If you delay things, you will die! Hurry up!"

"Quick, quick!" Those few people knew Xiaoqi very well, and they started together.In a few minutes, everything was cleaned up except for the blood stains.

"Sang Biao is not easy to mess with." The man was still muttering, Xiao Qi stared and grabbed his collar, "You remember, in less than two years, my boss must be the king of the city If today’s affairs are messed up, you just wait to kill the whole family!”

Whether Lu Yu is the future overlord or not, this Sang Biao doesn't care, he just hopes that Lu Yu will die today. [

The group of people had been out for more than an hour, and there was no news at all. He was walking around in a spacious yard in the suburbs. This is a large waste recycling station and an important base for his work.This place is spacious and dilapidated, and there is no one there at night. A large [-]-watt light bulb is hung on a yellow bamboo pole, illuminating the entire courtyard surrounded by high walls.

"Brother Biao, what's the matter with you today?" The red hair has been with him all the time, and he has rarely seen Sang Biao so disturbed.

"Xiaohong, do you think something will happen this time?" After Sang Bian finished speaking, he also felt unlucky, and he spat hard. Damn, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't take this job. Wen Er is really not a person thing!

"Hehe, boss, don't worry. Brother Changmao will do it himself, so why don't you worry about it?" Hongmao seems to admire this Changmao very much, or it may just want to let Sang Biao relax.

"Hey, I haven't been able to sleep these days. Why do I think Lu Yu is so evil? Is there something on him?! Is it really Tai Sui who is in charge, nothing good!" Sang Bian As he spoke, he also took out a Guanyin pendant that he prayed for in the temple. He put the Bodhisattva in his palm and prayed for the blessing of this god and Buddha. This kind of self-deception can only be done by a bastard like him.Usually he doesn't burn incense, and he hugs Buddha's feet temporarily, and Guanyin thinks his hands are dirty.

Hongmao stood beside him, touching the pistol at his waist, probably under the influence of Sang Biao, he also began to feel uneasy.

After begging for a while, Sang Biao recovered a bit, and suddenly he was inspired to recall the ups and downs of the past, feeling a lot of emotion.I felt uncomfortable thinking about it, and even recited a section of "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" in Sanskrit, which is not very good.When this guy was in school, he couldn't memorize any texts, but this set of words was very smooth, which is strange to say.

Hong Mao looked at him, but didn't dare to laugh, and waited for the news like a log.Just when Sang Biao was nodding his bald head and recited the sixth time, the broken truck that was about to fall apart drove back.

"Here we come!" Hongmao, who heard the movement from a long distance, rejoiced, and rushed to meet him.However, an unusual situation occurred. The people on the truck did not move at all, and the driver seemed to have been strongly stimulated. He got out of the car and ran away, saying without looking back, "Something happened! My Mom!"

"Come back!" Sang Biao yelled, but the man didn't stop.

The red hair took out a suppressed pistol, pulled the trigger and hit the man in the leg.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Sang Biao rushed over with a few brothers, first gave him a slap to calm him down, and then gave him another slap to vent his anger.

"Tell me what the hell!!!"

The driver was in excruciating pain, but his eyes were fixed on the hoisted body of the truck.

Kakaka, the three pistols present were all loaded, and they all saw blood gurgling down the cracks in the carriage. [

Many people in the yard swallowed their saliva, what kind of situation can shed so much blood...

"Go and have a look." Sang Biao grabbed a person casually, "Go!" He pointed a gun at the person's head, "If you don't go, I will kill you right now!" The companion with the gun, this person seemed to have some friendship with him, even handed him the gun in his hand, and motioned him to go over.

He walked forward tremblingly, the blood in the carriage was still flowing.

"Crack!" The shot of the suppressed pistol hit his feet, causing dust and smoke to rise everywhere. He jumped in fright, and then quickened his pace.

"Kang Dang." As soon as he put his hand on the door of the carriage, the iron door slammed down, and the death of this man was not frightening at all.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Hongmao and Sang Biao saw a man standing in the carriage, and they shot all of them as fast as they could. Blood was gushing from the man's mouth, and his limbs were shaking violently. Read the full text of The Regent.Limbs, trembling.It was also lit up.

Unfortunately, after the smoke cleared, a cold eye emerged from the back of his head.

Sang Biao's heart was half cold, and his state at the moment can only be described as disillusioned.

That's right, this person is Lu Yu.

Lu Yu held a tall man in his hand and stood in front of him. His surroundings were full of corpses, no, they were all broken corpses.Lu Yu's white shirt was covered in blood, and the pair of jeans were soaked and stuck tightly to his thighs.He took a step forward, and the blood in his shoes made a splashing sound.

Killing God Bai Qi, everyone present thought of the same name.

It's really you, Lu Yu's voice has changed, it's a bit like when Kong Yuan was ruthless, sinister and magnetic.

"Brother Biao, go!" Hongmao stepped forward, but was instantly split open!split!That's right!Just split him.Hongmao's hand supporting Sang Biao hadn't let go, and it was split in half like cutting a watermelon.

"Ah!" All the people present vomited. This scene cannot be described as bloody. The warm bloody smell directly filled Sang Biao's sensory system, and Lu Yu was still murderous.

Sang Biao forcefully knelt on the ground, and he gave in.

Lu Yu ignored him, but took a calm step to kill all the living people present one by one, without any emotion or pity.The knife that Shang Kun gave Xiaopang was indeed a genuine material. After this hacking, an ordinary knife would have already curled its blade.

Lu Yu was a little tired after killing people, he looked through the cigarettes in his pocket, this pack of cigarettes could no longer be smoked.

He reached into Sang Biao's coat pocket and took out a box, Yuxi?It's okay, he doesn't hate the smell.

"Do you really want to know who I am?" Lu Yu said calmly, looking at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Who are you?" At this time, Sang Biao knew clearly that this young man whom he had always disliked was by no means as simple as others understood.

"You have to keep it a secret for me." Lu Yu took off his shirt, revealing his almost perfect upper body.His hand grabbed the tape on his shoulder.

The moment he gently pulled it away, Sang Biao almost passed out.

A fox wrapped in blue flames, the fox's eyes are all open, fiery red. "Who are you!?"

The eyes that keep opening with the killing, the tattoo that sacrifices with life!You are... Sang Biao, wishing to crash and die here, Silver Fox, a killer who makes even killers fearful.

"You're not dead!?" Sang Biao's faith collapsed.

"Who told you that I was dead?" Lu Yu asked back.

Sang Biao knew he had said something wrong.

"I'm asking you, who said that I'm dead." Lu Yu's eyes were dark and Sang Biao would never forget it in his life.

"I heard about it." He didn't dare to look up at him. Now Sang Biao's remorse can be spurted out from his pores. If he had known it was him, he would rather go back to farm than provoke this ancestor.

"Who said that?" Lu Yu didn't bother to ask any more, and put the knife across his neck. "Stop talking nonsense."

"Brother Tiger."

"Zhang Chenghu?"

"Yes."

Pfft, Sang Biao's head was cut off.

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