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Chapter 813 Lurking (1) ([-])
Chapter 270 Lurking ([-])

The power of money is enormous. Just two days after the reward was issued, many people gathered here.There are many desperadoes living in the Golden Triangle, and even more warriors.Dazi came in with Wang Haitian, just in time to run into a gentle middle-aged man wearing glasses.

Dazi said politely to the middle-aged Nasiwen: "Military Master, this is the friend I found today, surnamed Tie, from the Tie family!"

If Dazi didn't introduce him, Wang Haitian would really not be able to recognize this person as a military adviser.This attire is completely a shrewd cultural person, much like a lawyer.

"From the Tie family? Got it!"

The military adviser took a look, left this sentence behind, walked up the stairs, and went to do other things.

The masters invited naturally have a master's activity area.Bars, billiards, darts, and beauties are all available.The people who came here were of the weakest rank [-], and there were young beauties in revealing clothes walking around here and there.As long as the warriors invited need them, these beauties will try their best to serve the guests well.Over there, a man, in front of everyone, hugged and hugged a woman.

Sitting on the sofa, he ordered a glass of wine, and Wang Haitian took a sip.Dazi left beforehand, and if there is a need, no matter what language he shouts, there will be a response.People who come here are not only Chinese and locals, but also people from other places.

A dark-skinned person sat across from Wang Haitian, spread out a pack of white powder on the glass table, and used small cards to arrange the white powder into strips one by one.

"Go away, don't smoke this thing in front of me!"

Wang Haitian dropped the wine glass heavily on the table and issued a warning.But the guy in front of him was murmuring and didn't know what he was talking about, he didn't even look up at Wang Haitian, and the others laughed when they heard his murmuring voice.

"Who can tell me, which country is this guy from?"

Wang Haitian raised his glass and drank the last sip, waiting for the answer.And the person sitting opposite continued to enjoy the white powder on the table.

"He's Filipino!"

"Oh!"

Someone answered Wang Haitian's question, and after Wang Haitian was sure, he was not polite.

A foot fell heavily and hit the head of the Filipino opposite.That guy smashed the glass with his head down, buried his face in the broken glass, and blood kept flowing down.

Do it, Wang Haitian did it like this.Here, there were screams from girls, applause from men, and a few roars!The three fellows with the same dark skin, who were not Chinese at first glance, all rushed towards Wang Haitian.

Chinese martial arts really have a long history. Even the Philippines and Indonesia have eighth-rank warriors. The three of them attacked Wang Haitian together, with daggers, fists, and flying feet.

Standing up, Wang Haitian appeared in an iron shirt, completely head-to-head.The dagger was grasped in the hand, the fist with the iron glove hit the abdomen, and the flying foot with the nail kicked Wang Haitian's face, none of which could break through the defense of the iron shirt.

These three guys quickly got down.The dagger player was stabbed in the stomach by his own dagger.The fisted hands are useless, and the flying legs are broken.After cleaning up the three people, Wang Haitian clapped his hands, very relaxed and casual.

(End of this chapter)