Super door-to-door dragon-in-law

Chapter 60 You are unworthy
Xiao Lang stood in front of the villa with an indifferent expression on his face.

His hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

He dialed a number.

"I am coming."

Xiao Chen laughed loudly: "It seems that Master Shaozun loves his wife very much, and she came so quickly."

"What do you want? Let my wife go, everything is easy to talk about."

Xiao Lang's heart was full of killing intent, but his tone was unprecedentedly calm.

"I'll wait for you in the lobby of Villa No. 1 in Building A. The premise is that you can come here safely. I heard that you were seriously injured in the battle of Feiyu and lost all your skills. I don't know if it's true."

"How is my wife doing now?" Xiao Lang was most concerned about Qin Miao's safety.

"She is also hiding in an extremely safe place. As long as you catch her without a fight, we will let her go."

"When did the Xuanyuan group need to use such indecent methods? Could it be that this is Xuanyuan Tianhe's style?" Xiao Lang mocked.

"Xuanyuan Group is a sharp weapon of the country, and will not do anything to harm civilians, but it is a different matter for traitors. You owe the organization a reasonable explanation."

Xiao Chen said coldly.

"You slapped my wife, I remember."

In Xiao Lang's eyes, there was a hint of murderous intent.

"The legendary god of death has turned into an incompetent and useless son-in-law. I am really disappointed. If you can show a bit of double-faced Yan Luo's demeanor, I will be very happy. I'm afraid you have already lost your courage and blood." Xiao Chenyu With disdain.

The corner of Xiao Lang's mouth twitched, and he said, "You don't really want to see it."

He hung up the phone and strode inside.

Under the night, under the shade of the trees, several cold gazes, like hunting dogs lurking, waiting for their prey to take the bait.

Xiao Lang walked slowly, as if he didn't feel the oppressive atmosphere at all.

Suddenly, a person rushed out from behind the tree like lightning, and punched Xiao Lang.

His speed can be said to be extremely fast.

At the same time that the figure flashed, the fist had already hit Xiao Lang's shoulder.

Xiao Lang staggered and took three steps back, his face flushed.

"Two-faced Yan Luo, you are so vulnerable, you really let me down."

The man looked at his fist with disappointment on his face.

"Is this the strength of Xuanyuan's rookie? The disciple who abused his private power to recruit is really unqualified."

Xiao Lang took a deep breath, stood up straight, and was extremely disdainful.

A sneer flashed in the big man's eyes: "The rumors are true, you are seriously injured and have lost your strength."

"You can try again."

Xiao Lang smiled proudly, and stepped forward without fear.

The big man yelled: "I respect you for your outstanding achievements, so surrender yourself! I don't want to humiliate you."

"Only you are qualified to humiliate me?" Xiao Lang smiled.

This smile is a little weird and gloomy.

The big man roared angrily: "You forced me to do this, I'm offended."

He punched out.

Xiao Lang didn't even blink his eyelids, he just walked over to face the fist, and shocked all the glasses around him.

That's Xiao Zhenbei, the real master of Group B!

This person is said to be born with supernatural power, and he is a genius among the younger generation of the Xiao family.

With the strength of his punch, none of the people present dared to say that he dared to fight hard.

This punch has the power to shatter bricks and stones.

Hitting Xiao Lang on the chest, Xiao Lang smiled, but he was stunned.

"How... how is it possible?"

He staggered back two steps, his face full of shock and disbelief.

Xiao Lang gently patted the non-existing dust on his body, and never looked at him again.

Xiao Zhenbei's eyes were full of horror and fear.

His feet moved, but trembling.

But after taking two steps, he could no longer hold on, and fell down like a puddle of mud.

He was dizzy and felt like the whole world was spinning.

"Double-faced Yan Luo, super god of war, he...he is back!"

"Brother Bei is the strongest person in our group B. I didn't expect to make a single move in front of the young master... No, the young master didn't make a move at all, and he was already injured. It's too terrifying."

"Such a terrifying person, if he is an enemy, what should he do?"

……

All the members who were ambushing in the woods came out.

Facing such a peerless master, a sneak attack is completely useless.

"Young Master, all members of Group B are polite."

A young man in his thirties stepped forward, straightened his legs, and saluted.

The rest of the people also saluted one after another.

Xiao Lang responded with a salute reflexively.

"I am Zhang Tianlong, the deputy leader of Group B. Please cooperate with the young master to disarm all weapons before entering the villa."

Zhang Tianlong looked at the generation of idols in his heart, his eyes were a little complicated.

After all, Xiao Lang's rebellion was just a rumor, and there was no official written document on it.

The corner of Xiao Lang's mouth curled up slightly, and he said lightly: "I am the young master, you are three levels behind me, what qualifications do you have to use my weapon?"

Although he was not carrying a weapon, it was a matter of dignity.

Zhang Tianlong frowned: "Young Master, please don't make things difficult for us."

"The Xiao family, did you benefit from it?" Xiao Lang smiled coldly: "When did the Xuanyuan Group become the family's lackeys?"

The faces of the members of Group B changed and they snorted angrily.

It was really Xiao Lang's words, which were too hurtful.

Zhang Tianlong said in a deep voice: "According to the verbal orders of the superiors, the young master Xiao Lang has seriously violated the discipline. Once discovered, he can be arrested and brought to justice, and there is no need to ask for instructions."

Xiao Lang said disdainfully: "A lackey is a lackey, so why bother playing tricks."

He stepped forward and said proudly: "This young master warns you, whoever dares to attack me will bear the consequences."

"Take it!"

Zhang Tianlong gritted his teeth and ordered.

There was no longer any hesitation in the eyes of the seven or eight special forces members, and they instantly turned into war machines that could only obey orders.

There was still no threatening aura on Xiao Lang's body.

He slammed his clothes with both hands and spun around three times.

Dust was flying in all directions, like a whirlwind spinning.

Under the darkness of night, unless you have excellent eyesight, you can't see it at all.

The colorless and odorless powder instantly covered the enemy's body.

Xiao Lang's eyes were indifferent, his mood was calm, he didn't attack, but kept dodging.

Seven or eight masters make shots, which is no small matter.

Xiao Lang was well versed in the essence of fighting, and was still hit several times.

He frowned, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes.

Stimulated by these people's murderous intent, he almost lost control of himself.

Only a few hours left!

Is it going to fall short?
Xiao Lang was a little unwilling.

On the balcony, Xiao Chen laughed loudly: "Xiao Lang, as cowardly as you are, how can you be worthy of the title of Young Master? Three years ago, during the battle against the Territory, did you take refuge in the enemy long ago? Your credit, all fake."

Xiao Lang sneered: "Whether it's fake or not is up to the superior to judge, and it's not up to you, a clown, to point fingers."

"Under the order of the great leader, the traitor Xiao Lang, if he resists, he can be killed on the spot."

Xiao Chen was murderous: "Everyone don't have to keep your hands, killing rebels is everyone's responsibility."

This is tantamount to a shoot-to-kill order.

Zhang Tianlong and others changed instantly.

When they touched the body, they found all kinds of cold weapons.

With a sharp knife in hand, they seemed to be a different person, and their momentum increased greatly.

Zhang Tianlong sternly said: "Xiao Lang, it's not our fault, let's die!"

He rushed like a hurricane.

The Emei thorn in his hand is like the gaze of death, bringing suffocating coercion.

(End of this chapter)