Fake Prodigal

Chapter 98
Li Hao straightened his skull mask and said with a smirk, "Hey, adding another bird's nest with rock sugar is a bit too extravagant!"

"Wow! Master Timo's breakfast is this standard." Timo tilted his head and said cheerfully.

Half an hour later, Da Benz drove out of the block and headed towards the outskirts of the city.

"Damn it! The robbers are still racing bikes, why haven't they caught up yet?" Li Hao slapped the steering wheel depressed, and drove forward all the way.

"Don't drive too fast, the distance between the two cars is 200 meters, don't let the robbers find out!" Timo said alertly, holding a binoculars.

Listening to Timo's instructions, Li Hao hung behind the robbers all the way to see where they were going. After driving for another quarter of an hour, the vehicle drove to an uninhabited suburb on the outskirts of the city. This is a paradise for the wicked and a holy place for underground transactions. Fists are everything.

There are trees and grass everywhere, no one is inhabited, and everything is silent, only the sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

The robber's vehicle stopped in front of an abandoned factory. The man in black got out of the car and looked around. Seeing no movement, he dragged her into the factory.

Daben stopped 200 meters away from the factory. Li Hao put down his sniper gun, quickly climbed over the wall, knocked out the man in black who was guarding the gate, and tiptoed into the factory building.

In the empty factory building, a large [-]-watt light bulb was on, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. The factory building was scattered with scrapped machines, and garbage and dust were everywhere.

Right below the big light bulb, there is an open space 200 meters away. Three men in black are standing in a row. On the teacher's chair.

The man in black stood in front of the young man with an inch head, and the leader bowed down to salute, and said respectfully: "Master Miyamoto, the mission has been successfully completed, and the Huayi people brought it here!"

The young man with an inch head waved his hand, ignoring the man in black, squinting his triangular eyes, his fiery eyes swept over Hua Yiren, his blood boiled, his mouth curled up triumphantly, and he said with a smirk: "Miss Hua is shocked, hehehe! "

"Miyamoto Toshio, you are so courageous. You are not afraid to send someone to come to your door if you blackmail me in the street."

"Baga! Miss Hua really knows how to joke. Even if the king of heaven comes, I can't control me." Miyamoto Shou said arrogantly, "Miss Hua is obedient and obedient!"

Hua Yiren sneered twice, her eyes were as cold as a knife, and she glanced at Miyamoto's face, her expression was full of sarcasm, and said mockingly: "Idiot, you think I'm an ignorant little loli, who will believe your nonsense."

Miyamoto Shou raised his head and laughed hysterically. He stood up abruptly, raised his hand and drew out his samurai sword.

"Help!" Hua Yiren panicked and called for help.

Miyamoto's expression was sluggish, the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said excitedly: "Hey! There are no people in the suburbs, where will there be people!"

"Da da da!" At the moment when the men in black were stunned, Li Hao seized the opportunity and raised the mace. Without saying a word, he rushed towards the three of them like a tiger out of the cage, and knocked out the two men in black with two sticks. The stunned Miyamoto Hisashi was a blow to the head.

"Woo!" The mace rubbed against the air, making a shrill scream, and Miyamoto's sword was held horizontally to block the mace.

"Bagaya Road!" Hisashi Miyamoto stepped back three steps, his tiger's mouth was shattered, he held the samurai sword tremblingly, and looked at the ghost-masked man in horror.

Li Hao never talked too much in fights, and he didn't give the enemy a chance to breathe. He rounded the mace and smashed it hard.

"Splitting!" The samurai sword and the mace kept colliding, splashing beautiful sparks, Miyamoto Shou retreated steadily, and blood dripped down the handle of the knife to the ground.

"Baga, who the hell are you?" Miyamoto was so angry that his whole body trembled, his face was twisted and deformed, and he was so aggrieved that he was about to vomit blood. Where did the funny man come out, dressed like Superman.

If you don't play cards according to common sense, how can you play like this, without saying a word, smashing with a mace, without giving him a chance, the most hateful thing is, who still uses a mace these days, the black man in his waist Xing Leng couldn't pull it out, so he could only be passively smashed.

Li Hao had never learned stick skills, and the mace had no rules at all. He smashed it as he wanted, and it was so cool. He found the feeling of the King of Fighters using a sledgehammer, and the smashing became more and more cool and rhythmic.

"Stop, why hit me?" Miyamoto Shou spat out a mouthful of blood, Kong had a sharp saber technique, but he couldn't use it, and couldn't pull out the black star in his waist. The mace was too tricky, so he smashed it on the head , hit him so hard that he wanted to cry, what kind of routine is this damn, he was so aggrieved that he couldn't describe it in words.

"Boom!" The mace smashed the samurai sword, and Miyamoto Shou fell to the ground, his cheeks were livid with shame and anger, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to pull Black Star.

"Boom!" Li Hao bent his leg decisively with a stick. Hisashi Miyamoto hugged his thigh, screaming in pain, begging for mercy.

Li Hao confiscated Black Star, turned his head to look at Hua Yiren, feeling amazed.

Li Hao was dumbfounded, the Goddess of Flowers was too flamboyant, no wonder the friends were stunned and all got the hold spell.

(End of this chapter)