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Chapter 739 Dark Items 2
In the corridor of the police station, the cold wind was blowing. Although Yang Luo was wearing sportswear that was warm enough, the wind outside felt like it could penetrate everything.

"Yang Luo, you must be in a bad mood, but you can tell me about it." Tyson asked patiently.

Yang Luo stood in the corridor, looked at the faintly visible light outside, and said, "The thing is like this...."

Yang Luo talked for a long time, and Tyson finally nodded his head: "I probably understand the matter. The John you mentioned should be beaten. If I see such a person, I will definitely beat him to pieces."

"Thank you." Yang Luo was very pleased. He was very grateful that Tyson had the same thoughts as himself.

"Yang Luo, I played in Moscow before, and I know the mayor there. Wait a minute, I'll ask for you."

Yang Luo was taken aback, but still nodded his head. Tyson's reputation is indeed very influential, but can he really help in this matter?
Yang Luo didn't think much, "Then please."

After hanging up the phone, seeing Lippi and other teammates still sitting on the bench with their heads bowed and not saying a word, Yang Luo knew everyone's mood now, it seemed that there was no other more appropriate way of expressing this matter after silence up.

"Mr. Lippi," Yang Luo walked over, handed the phone back to Lippi, and sat down with his teammates next to him.

But not long after, Lippi's phone rang again.

Lippi looked down, then picked up the phone, his eyes were a little surprised, but he still passed the phone to Yang Luo.

This is an unfamiliar call, and the displayed incoming call is a local call.

Yang Luo was very hesitant. It shouldn't be Tyson calling, who could it be?

"Hi, hello." Yang Luo asked with some vigilance.

"Hello, I'm Sergey Sobyanin, the mayor of Moscow. Are you Mr. Yang Luo?"

"Moscow Mayor Sher..." Before Yang Luo finished speaking, his eyes widened and he stood up abruptly.

"Mr. Mayor, hello, hello, I'm Yang Luo."

Yang Luo was shocked. The mayor of Moscow actually called to find him in person. This was simply a dream.

"I just received a friend who I haven't contacted for a long time. He said that in Moscow, one of his friends is in trouble, so please let me help you. Is there such a thing?"

Yang Luo nodded quickly. At this moment, he knew that the savior was coming. If the mayor couldn't help, then he was just kidding.

"Mr. Mayor, it's like this..." How could Yang Luo let go of this opportunity, and hurriedly said the matter again and again, for fear that any missing thing would affect the mayor's judgment on this matter .

After the mayor finished listening, he said to the phone: "Okay, I believe in you and my friend. I will call the chief of the police department right now. Wait a moment."

"Well, thank you so much." Yang Luo said gratefully.

After a while, a policeman in the corridor came out, "Who is Yang Luo, please?"

"I" Yang Luo hurried over.

This time the police looked at Yang Luo completely differently from before.

When they first came in, the police completely ignored Yang Luo, and they didn't know whether it was because the lights were dim at night that they didn't recognize him, or it was nothing more than recognition.

Anyway, seeing Yang Luo's expression now, the police look completely different from just now.

"Please sign it, and your friend will be released." The policeman said friendly.

"Really?" Yang Luo quickly signed his name on a piece of white paper.

The policeman was very happy to see him, and then turned around and returned to his post.

After a while, a tall guy appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Ling Feng lowered his head, walked out shaking his body.

He had been locked up for nearly 2 hours, and Ling Feng's mood was very unstable at this time.

"Ling Feng, you're out."

"Ling Feng, are you okay? They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" His teammates immediately went up to him and asked concerned.

But Ling Feng's eyes were extremely sharp, he gritted his teeth in hatred as he looked at the group of policemen working there.His fists also began to clenched.

"They bastards will go to hell sooner or later." Ling Feng said viciously.

The team members were all curious, how could Ling Feng have formed a blood feud with these policemen after he had only been locked up for 2 hours.

"What's going on?" Yang Luo walked up to him and asked in a low voice.

Ling Feng glanced at the policemen without writing, "These guys locked me in the house without interrogating me at all. These guys must have taken advantage of John."

"Okay, don't worry about this matter. As for John, don't worry, I will take care of that guy."

After Yang Luo finished speaking, a dark cloud had already appeared on his face, and he swore that he would make this John restless.

In the evening, led by a group of people, Ling Feng finally returned to the hotel.

Because the Chinese team will return to China tomorrow, everyone fell asleep early in the morning. After a day of tossing, everyone was exhausted.

Especially after the World Cup, which had lasted for several months, came to an end, the nerves in the players' heads began to relax.

Now everyone is looking forward to one thing, and that is to want to go home.

The snoring sounds of his teammates sounded around, but Yang Luo was tinkering with the system he couldn't put it down.

The reason why Yang Luo is studying the system is because he has gained a lot in the system.

That's points.

All the points in the original system were exchanged for dark items, but now there are 10000 points in the system points.

Reason: Special rewards for winning the World Cup.

Yang Luo immediately pouted, "You're so stingy, why don't you just give me 10000 points, at least one hundred thousand, one million?"

But in the next second, a black light suddenly appeared in the system, which felt like a death ray from hell, giving people a sense of depression and a strong sense of restraint.

"This is……"

"Dark-type props?" Yang Luo's eyes widened, he read it right, really, the system actually released "dark-type props" for himself again.

The last dark props gave me a Death Note.

That prop is very domineering, as long as you control the speed, you can do whatever you want.

"I don't know what kind of effect the props will have this time." After Yang Luo finished speaking, he put his hands on the dark props, and then a strange phenomenon happened.

With a sound of "咻", a red and purple prop like an eggplant appeared in front of him.

"What is this stuff?" Yang Luo hadn't finished speaking, the thing in the system exuding purple-black items suddenly rose under the black light, and slowly rose a card covered in purple evil spirit.

(End of this chapter)