The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 532 The Juicy Boy

Quan Lang's face darkened immediately, "Fatty man! Black briquettes! How short am I, sir? Don't think that you are Naruto if you wear a Naruto forehead protector, I'm still One Piece!"

Fatty:"……"

Black coal ball: "..."

"Presumptuous! How dare we compare our Rashomon with Japanese ninjutsu!" All the black guards gathered around, with one hand on the stick at their waist, ready to draw out their long knives and fight desperately at any time.

Rashomon!
Is it actually a Rashomon?

Jiang Ting and Quan Lang Qiqi changed their faces. If it was an ordinary organization, they didn't need to pay attention at all.

But the Rashomon is the most evil force in the legends. The mysterious disappearance of many famous people in the world, and even the dignitaries of various countries, is inseparable from this force.

The FBI was secretly investigating the core secrets of Rashomon, and was about to approach the eve of the truth, and all the clues were broken overnight.

A few leaders who knew the reason unexpectedly fell seriously ill, and signed an agreement afterwards, and they will bring this secret into the coffin even if they die.

Fatty's voice disturbed their memories, "There are four juicy boys here, Fatty, I really found a treasure!"

The three teenagers were startled, as if they had turned into meat on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Xuan Wu was still dazed and smirking on the sofa, "Sister... sister..."

I don't know what this kid dreamed about.

"It's almost enough, the other three melons and two dates are not as good as these, or the sack is not enough!" The fat man unfolded the sack with both hands, blew on the seal, dusted it again, and covered his head in Jiangting on the head.

The movements are as quick as picking corn in the field, and Jiang Ting is the big and plump corn cob, waiting to be put into the sack.

Probably because he felt that Jiang Ting was too tall to hold it, the fat man turned his head and looked at the other subordinates, "Why are you staring blankly, help me!"

Jiang Ting's body was stiff, as if his soul had been insulted, and his fists were clenched.

Lao Guo saw his unwillingness and anger, and smiled without any emotion, "Don't worry, we are just ordinary bandits, just robbing for sex..."

Before he finished speaking, the tall man in front of him suddenly reached into his clothes, took out a pistol and loaded it.

"Bah!"

The bullet tore through the air and shot towards Lao Guo in slow motion.

A puff of white smoke shot out, Lao Guo suddenly raised his palm, and put the bullet in his palm.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yuling's eyes widened in shock.

"That's awesome—"

Before the word "harm" was uttered, a blood hole appeared on the back of Lao Guo's hand, and his hand was pierced.

Lao Guo snorted, and said with an indifferent expression, "Hold on, don't panic, it's a small scene."

Bai Yuling: "..."

"Fuck me, Lao Guo, can you do it!" The fat man grabbed his hand and took a look, then wiped the blood off the back of his hand for him.

Seeing the undrinked glass of water on the table, the fat man picked it up and sprinkled it on his wound.

Pain Pain Pain Pain!
"Okay, okay, it's okay." Old Guo calmly withdrew his hand.

The fat man shook the remaining wine, took a sip, and widened his small eyes, "Grandma's, it's alcohol!"

After finishing speaking, he fell to the ground with a plop, his round belly raised on his back, snoring like a dead pig.

Quan Lang looked at the wine glass in his hand, the man in the suit must have made a fuss about it!

Lao Guo glanced at his drunk companion, and ordered his men to do it, "Take these beauties away."

The subordinates came forward with sacks and were about to make a move when one of them suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man drinking lightly on the table and was astonished.

(End of this chapter)