"Mr. Alfred, with our ability, can take root in the small Qingyang City." The Dark Demon is full of confidence, "What's more, our blueprint is the entire China."

The other psychics nodded and agreed: "I don't want to waste my time here."

Some people even said boldly: "What's the point of wasting time? I'm afraid I'll hide here for a long time and become a turtle."

Alfred's expression quickly flashed through his face.

Then, his face became gloomy.

No matter what, he is the leader here at least.

Even if these psychics are very skilled, Mr. Alexander sent him to assist him.

I should be like a little brother, and I can't be rampant.

How many good ends will there be if you don’t give your boss face?

"You know nothing, you know how to use fists and feet, or do you understand strategies." Alfred's eyes swept coldly across the faces of everyone, "I ask you, who has ever seen Mr. Alexander fight and kill himself?"

The psychics looked at each other and then shook their heads.

"What's this? The boss is tempted by his brain. If he is like everyone, he will be destined to be a little brother for the rest of his life."

Alfred reached out and pointed at the Dark Demon, "Let me see your skills."

The Dark Demon took out a pair of silver-length-handled sickles from his arms.

Under the light, the crescent-shaped blade is extremely sharp and shines with a cold and cold light.

In the silver light, a few faint green lights flashed occasionally, as if those green lights came from the Jiuyou Underworld.

That sickle is the God of Death Scythe!

Thinking back to the beginning, at the Jingshi Group, the teleporter used this extraordinary weapon to cause great trouble to Ye Fan.

The scene was quite exciting when the God of Death Scimitar and the Demon-killing Sword were attacking. For a moment, the sword light and sickle shadow were everywhere.

If Ye Fan was not in the Iron Shield Art, he would definitely be killed by the God of Death Scythe.

At that time, after killing the teleporter, Ye Fan did not take away the Death Scythe, but this extraordinary weapon was picked up by a security officer of the Jing Group and hidden it secretly. Later, through the black market transaction, it was sold to other supernatural abilities at a high price.

The buyer of the Death Scythe is the Dark Demon.

The Dark Demon threw one of the sickles out.

Alfred took the Death Scythe and expressed his confusion: "What are you doing for me?"

"Please chop me."

"Have you got into your mind? I'll let you perform superpower displays."

The dark demon looked serious: "You will know why I did this later."

"Okay." Although Alfred didn't know what medicine was selling in the Dark Demon's gourd, he was not ruthless at all. He held the hilt of the knife tightly, raised his sickle, and slashed at the other party's body.

"Swish!"

The dark demon's clothes were cut open on the spot, and a hole more than 30 centimeters long appeared on his dark skin, spreading from his shoulders to under his chest.

A bright red blood gushed out like a spring of water.

The Dark Demon smiled, making people think he was a complete madman.

After being severely injured, he can still laugh, either a madman or a fool.

However, a jaw-dropping scene happened.

The slanted blood cut was healing rapidly at an incredible speed.

The originally bleeding skin healed, leaving only a faint subtle scar that was almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see it at all.

"What's going on?"

The wound could heal automatically, which was far beyond Alfred's expectations.

"I am a self-healing psychopath. No matter how serious the injury is, it is a pediatric department for me." Dark Demon introduced.

His self-healing ability is even more exaggerated than the Iron Shield Art practiced by Ye Fan.

Alfred has not recovered from his shock. If every little brother was so awesome, then he would not be afraid of any opponent in the fight. It would be impossible for Kmora to have become the only overlord of the global mafia, rather than fighting with the livestock group, the battle axe, etc. to grab the territory.

"Then are you afraid of this?"

Alfred left the scythe of death, took out a pistol from his arms, and aimed the black muzzle at the other party.

The Dark Demon smiled slightly and showed a very confident look: "It's just a gun, and it won't do anything in front of me."

"I'm wondering if I want to shoot, and I know that I don't want to lose any elite, and I don't want to see them die in my hands."

"Don't worry, Mr. Alfred." The Dark Demon patted his chest conceitedly, "I can't die. Cats only have nine lives, I have nine hundred, nine thousand."

"Since that's the case, I'm not polite." Alfred was ready to shoot.

Seeing this, none of the other psychics stepped forward to stop them because they all believed in the words of the Dark Demon.

If everyone here does not have some real skills, it is impossible for Alexander to be recruited by him.

"Ba, bha!"

Alfred pulled the trigger continuously.

Because the distance between him and the dark demon was too close, he immediately drilled into his body as soon as the bullet came out of the bore.

One on the right chest and one on the abdomen.

The Dark Demon did not dodge any and seemed to enjoy the baptism of bullets.

The smile once again bloomed on the dark demon's face, with thick big lips grinding, revealing white and shiny teeth.

The blood was curdled as soon as the area where the shot was shot was shot, because the wound had healed.

The skin is intact!

The speed and healing are unimaginable.

If someone has a perspective eye, he will be even more stunned.

Because you can see that in the dark demon's body, the two bullets were crushed by the surrounding muscles and turned into powder and melted with the flesh and blood.

Those who heal themselves are really extraordinary.

Even bullets can't end his life, so what else can you defeat him?

Alfred was secretly happy. With such a subordinate, why worry about not beating Ye Fan?

No matter how powerful your fists are, you will be helpless when facing a magical guy who will heal your injuries automatically. Even if it consumes time and energy, it will be dragged down by the other party.

“Very good, very good.”

Faced with the performance of the Dark Demon, Alfred put away the gun and admired sincerely.

"Since that's the case, I feel I need to show off my hands."

Another psychic moves forward.

She is a European woman named Sasha, with a figure that is obviously taller than an Asian woman, and she is more plump in shape, with a high nose bridge and blonde hair and blue eyes.

Alfred nodded: "I hope you can surprise me."

Rick and the Dark Demon had already performed beyond his imagination, which surprised him very much.

However, this is far from enough. He hopes that everyone present can bring more shocking and other skills.

Sasha walked to a socket and pointed her two slender fingers at the socket and rushed to the socket.

Seeing this, Alfred was convinced. Are all these subordinates masochists?

The Dark Demon asked himself to attack him with the God of Death Scythe before, but now Sasha has no nonsense and is just to abuse herself.

It was too late for him to stop it, because Sasha's two fingers had completely penetrated into the jack.

"Chichichi..."

Accompanied by a sound of electric current, a burst of white smoke rose from Sasha's body. It was obvious that she was out of power.

Strangely, she did not have the same effect as normal people did, after being electrocuted, her body spasmed and twisted like dancing.

Instead, it remains stable, as if the electric current passes through, not her body, but someone else's.

Sasha turned around and smiled at Alfred: "I can control electricity, so the current will only give me a sense of enjoyment."

The other party expressed his confusion: "But what is the use of this in actual combat?"

"When there is no electricity and lighting is needed, my body can generate electricity and let the appliances run normally on their own."

Sasha said while unplugging the power cord of a laptop and removing the battery.

"Bang!"

The notebook suddenly became dark.

Then Sasha's hands hung in the sky and slowly drew an invisible arc.

Immediately afterwards, the notebook's indicator light illuminated again.
To be continued...