The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 150 A Murderous Knife
"This is your thing."

The middle-aged man came to Wang Chen's side, took a look at Bao Qing, put the travel bag next to Wang Chen, and said to him somewhat restrained.

Wang Chen glanced at the travel bag, nodded and said to the middle-aged man, "Would you like to sit down and have a drink?"

"No, there is an urgent task." The middle-aged man cast a vague glance at Bao Qing, and said after seeing Wang Chen's indifferent expression.

Wang Chen was silent for a while, then picked up a bottle of beer and threw it to him and asked, "Is it dangerous?"

The middle-aged man took the beer subconsciously, and hummed to Wang Chen with a serious expression.

A complex look flashed in Wang Chen's eyes, and finally raised the beer in his hand and said in a heavy voice: "For you...for you."

He raised his head and gulped down a bottle of beer. The movement was smooth, but also a little jerky. The reason why he said smooth was because Wang Chen's posture showed that he was an experienced drinker.

And the reason why I say jerky is because judging from Wang Chen's demeanor, this is the first time he has practiced for others.

"I won't drink anymore."

The middle-aged man respected Wang Chen in his heart, and was also a little moved. He put the beer on the table and said.

Being able to get the approval of this person is undoubtedly the best practice for myself and my partners.

Wang Chen nodded, watching him walking out of the Night Cry Bar in a hurry, the hand holding the wine bottle exerted a little force.

"He is a soldier."

At this moment, Bao Qing, who hadn't spoken since the middle-aged man entered the bar, suddenly asked.

Wang Chen looked at Bao Qing in surprise, he didn't expect this guy to have such vision, he nodded and said with emotion: "That's right, it's not surprising that he is a soldier, or a soldier king."

"Oh."

Hearing Wang Chen's words, Bao Qing could vaguely guess Wang Chen's identity.

Being able to make a soldier stand in awe and take you with his words shows that Wang Chen has a very high status in his mind.

He moved his gaze to the travel bag at Wang Chen's feet, and asked drunkenly, "What's in it?"

"Curiosity sometimes kills the cat."

Wang Chen said to Bao Qing with a smile, glanced at the monitor, changed the subject and continued: "Don't want to go upstairs?"

Bao Qing looked at Wang Chen in surprise, and then smiled wryly, unexpectedly, he was still noticed by this guy.

Just when he was struggling and even wanted to find an excuse to leave, Wang Chen smiled at him and said, "I dare not try hard, it seems that you have no hope in your life."

Bao Qing, who was already a little drunk, didn't hear the intentional encouragement in Wang Chen's words, but felt that Wang Chen was laughing at himself.

He slapped the table with a slap, stood up and shouted at Wang Chen with his bare neck: "Don't dare? You wait, I'll go up and show you one right now."

Bao Qing's roar attracted some other guests in the bar, and they all looked sideways at Bao Qing.

I saw Bao Qing staggeringly walking upstairs. When he walked up the stairs, he had hesitation and entanglement on his face, and finally his expression changed, and he stepped up with big strides.

"This kid is quite interesting, you are right."

The white-haired Shura came in from outside the bar at some point, he stood behind Wang Chen, looked towards the direction of the stairs and said calmly.

"He is not interesting, but you are more interesting, you are right."

Wang Chen threw a bottle of beer backhand to Shura, and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

I and Shura took different paths, and generally there would be no intersection. Now that he came to the door, Wang Chen didn't think it was just passing by.

Shura sat down where Bao Qing was sitting just now, put the beer on the table, looked at the empty wine bottles scattered on the floor, and said straightforwardly: "I'm leaving, I'm going to the border."

Hearing such a sentence, Wang Chen remembered the soldier who brought him a knife just now, and asked with his pupils narrowed, "Is it dangerous?"

Seeing Wang Chen's expression, Shura contacted him and guessed that Wang Chen had a half-knowledge. He slowly pointed out five fingers and said, "Even if it is me, there is only a 70.00% chance of not dying. This is because I can withdraw at any time." When they come back, the rest of them have a death rate of at least [-]%.”

"Don't tell me specifically?" Wang Chen twirled his fingers around the mouth of the bottle and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Shura shook his head, even he didn't know the specific situation, he only knew that it was very dangerous and involved a lot, if it failed, not only would many people die, but it would also bring about many unexpected changes.

This matter involves the ancient martial arts world, and many large groups are involved. Similarly, there are also shadows and shadows of forces such as hell...

"Then what are you doing with me?"

Seeing that Shura didn't say anything, Wang Chen frowned and asked, he didn't think that Shura was really just passing by, that was simply a big joke.

Shura shook his head, stood up and said to Wang Chen: "I'm just here to tell you, I'm very envious of your life now! I look chic, but I have to bear some things."

"That's because no one has ever traveled my way, and I have always been cultivating it myself."

Wang Chen smiled speechlessly, envious of himself?How could they know that they were envious of them, their path was undoubtedly opening up wasteland, and only they knew the hardships involved.

Shura left, leaving only a word to Wang Chen when he left.

He said that he was very lucky that he was a yellow-skinned person, and that he was from the Dragon Kingdom. This made Wang Chen feel like parting from life and death, as if this guy was going to die soon.

"Today, I've been in a bad mood."

Laughing at himself, Wang Chen waved at the waiter and said, "Check out."

After paying the bill, Wang Chen didn't wait for Bao Qing to come down from upstairs, but walked outside with that long travel bag.

After stopping a taxi, Wang Chen told the taxi driver the address and then closed his eyes.

The taxi drove outside the Crystal Palace, Wang Chen paid the fare and walked out.

He returned to the villa, sat on the sofa in the hall, opened the travel bag, and took out a long sandalwood box from it.

His slender fingers rubbed lightly on the sandalwood box, and it took several minutes before Wang Chen slowly opened the sandalwood box.

As soon as the box was opened, a dazzling white light flashed faintly, and a chill suddenly radiated from the sandalwood box.

In the sandalwood box lay a knife, this knife was only two fingers wide, very thin, so thin that it almost turned transparent.

There is a thin invisible groove in the center of the blade, and there are some beautiful lines on the blade, making this knife look like a work of art.

But anyone who has seen this knife knows that it is a murderous knife with many invisible souls wrapped around it.

This knife... once drank the blood of many people!

(End of this chapter)