The dilapidated vehicle was parked in front of the gate of the community. The security guard repeatedly checked it twice before opening the door. In this magnificent high-end community with luxury cars everywhere, this almost scrapped imperial deity looked particularly conspicuous.

A man named Jia Ren followed up the stairs, Mei said that he was close to his body protection, and he asked for the second bedroom without hesitation.

Hao Meng walked into the bathroom and unbuttoned the bandage.

Since having the spiritual power, Hao Meng's five senses and body have undergone tremendous changes. Even if an ordinary person survives by chance, he can only lie in the hospital for treatment. How can he be so lively?

The suture at the left shoulder is painful and itchy, and itchy.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and the man who took off all his clothes and walked under the spray head to the shower, "Oh, that's great, the recovery ability is very strong, the body of the spiritual alien is weak, but your recovery speed is comparable to that of the advanced superhuman alien."

Hao Meng was not close to the sudden appearance of the monitor and did not resist, but just asked: "High-level? Superman?"

The man rubbed his body hard and hummed, "It seems that no one has ever told you about the division of strange people. Then this arduous enlightenment task can only be brought by a new tutor like me who is kind to me."

"The extreme night comes, and humans are mutated, which is called strange people. The first awakening of strange people, and their strength is generally primary. Those with extraordinary talents can reach medium level, while for a very small number of people, awakening is at a high level, and none of them are in thousands."

"When every stranger is trained and his strength reaches its limit, he can be evaluated and obtained ratings, from d to s, from D to A.

"The alien species are also classified according to this, and the main direction can be divided into three major systems: superhuman system, natural system, and Nirvana system."

Jia Ren picked up the shampoo and poured it into his palm, "The Superman system, as the name suggests, is far beyond ordinary people's physical strength, terrifying power and speed, and outrageous recovery ability. The natural system involves elements, laws and five elements changes, and can control wind, rain, lightning, water, fire, earth and wood, and terrifying destructive power. Among the three, the Nirvana system has the least number of people and is also the most powerful. The ghosts are invisible and can move everywhere, making it difficult to defend against attacks. The formation masters, sorcerers, and those who are derived from the spiritual power are well-deserved overlords of the same level of aliens."

Hao Meng carefully digested these unheard of information.

"You have obvious superhuman characteristics, but your spiritual power is stronger." Jia Ren smiled and said, "In your current situation, no matter which major is, you can do it, but don't think about fellow practitioners. Human energy is limited, and you cannot have both fish and bear's paws."

Hao Meng asked casually: "What kind of thing are you?"

Jia Ren, who was washing his hair, paused and said proudly: "I am an excellent superman powerhouse!"

After a pause, Jia Ren advised with great sincerity: "Hao Meng, listen to me, it's better to train Superman. Don't bother Hu Diaozhi's spiritual power. You don't know that that thing is illusory and can easily damage your brain by accident. Eight out of ten spiritual aliens in the organization are crazy."

"Those natural people are not much better. They play with fire and water every day, and often use lightning to smash people. Over time, they all regard themselves as gods who control the world and are arrogant. They are really outrageous to open the door and are outrageous to the home."

"Looking at the century-old history of Jiye, only our superman team is unique and has an unparalleled body. Real men should be so fucked like this, and they are so fierce!"

The man Hu Chuhai shouted, but unfortunately he didn't make Hao Meng feel moved. His eyes turned and suddenly smiled: "Hao Meng, if you are willing to practice this lineage diligently, will you be as physically injured as your shoulders?"

Hao Meng suddenly widened his eyes and watched the man pick up the razor on the bathroom table and stroked his wrist hard!

Blood splattered everywhere!

The wound is two inches deep!

The blood instantly soaked the entire bathroom table.

However, the next moment, Hao Meng saw a picture that he would never forget in his life. The cut flesh and blood actually quickly grew out of granulation and quickly entangled.

The grinning man turned on the faucet and washed away the blood.

The wrist has recovered as before!

Seeing Hao Meng stunned, the man was extremely satisfied. He pretended to cough and sighed deliberately: "I have been driving for a long time recently. I went to the hospital and took a film saying it was a lumbar disc problem and the nucleus pulposus has erupted."

The young man looked at the man in horror and stroked his waist hard with a shave.

And then.

He reached into the cracked flesh and blood with his right hand, grabbed Sen Bai's spine and pressed it back and forth, and then he felt comfortable after adjusting and then took his hand back.

The terrifying wound healed after a few breaths.

The man endured the severe pain and looked at Hao Meng excitedly, looking like he was like this, and he quickly praised me.

The young man was silent for a long time and looked at him with an indescribable look.

Can ordinary people do such a thing?

Is this something that a human brain can think of?

"Are you sick?"

Faced with this sudden question, the man was also silent.

Hao Meng withdrew from the bathroom and decided to stay away from this person.

Jia Ren looked at the blood all over the ground silently, then looked at the handsome and compelling self in the mirror, "Why? Why didn't he shout 666? Why didn't he exclaim that Superman is awesome and shocked? Then he plunged into the ascetic practice of Superman's lineage?"

...

Qingshui Manor in the north of the city.

On the fourth floor of the villa, the man drank the vodka in his glass in big mouthfuls, but he still couldn't stop the pain coming from his right hand, which was wrapped in bandages.

"Young Master." The burly man who had appeared in the conference room walked forward and said in a deep voice: "I have checked it. The kid's life experience is simple and he has no intersection with Li Hao at all."

"No?"

The man smashed the wine glass to pieces, "Then he can call the police and call the chief of the city? Isn't it him? Tan Xi? If Tan Xi has this kind of connection, will it still hide until now?"

Shang Ling's anger was on the verge of explosion.

hatred!

Not only did he lose his regional contract, he was almost beaten to pieces!

The burly man's eyes flashed and he whispered: "Young Master, there was another person in the room at that time... And don't you think it's too strange? The translator and the armed helicopter arrived just a few minutes after the translator phone call. The speed of police dispatch is too fast!"

The man froze, took a deep breath, staring at his confidant bodyguard, "You mean... they have been ambushing there for a long time!"

At that time, in addition to both of them, there was another person in the room!

"Aimusen?" Shang Ling almost bit his back teeth.

The bodyguard in charge of personal protection nodded and said, "Yes, the news sent back from the Public Security Bureau said that Aimusen was the first to be released. He went to see Li Hao after he left! And there was another message that was very strange, I don't know whether it was true or not."

"What?"

"People from the Public Security Bureau said that Aimusen... can speak Mandarin!"

Shang Ling suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"He can speak Chinese?!" Shang Ling quickly connected all suspicious points.

"Yes, how could a young boy have the courage to challenge me? So that's it." Shang Ling immediately speculated, "I kept wondering why Tan Xi could find a translator whom I could not find even if I had no time to find. At the last moment, Tan Xi could find a translator who was proficient in foreign languages."

"That kid is Aimusen's person! It was sent by Aimusen to Tan Xi!"

"And Aimusen is a partner of Shangzhou Group and an old man's person!"

"From the beginning and the end, the old man designed to pave the way for Tan Xi! What a bullshit fair competition, the old man planned to give this area ownership to Tan Xi early in the morning!" "In the conference room, I was invincible, and Tan Xi's situation was over! Aimusen understood this, so he simply became a breakout and messed up everything!"

The more the man thought about it, he became more angry. He kicked the table in front of him and vented his anger.

After the bodyguard waited for the man to vent his feelings, he walked up to him and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, what should we do next?"

Shang Ling was gasping for breath, as fierce as a wolf, "The old man has become so partial, so I can't blame me. Go past me and hand over Shangzhou Group to that vase? Don't even think about it!"

The bodyguard was shocked.

The battle for the throne of Shangzhou Group is finally about to officially begin!

...

Shangzhou Sanatorium, third floor.

The old man who was about to die was lying quietly on the bright yellow soft collapse, surrounded by various expensive medical machines. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm in life, and the life-suspending game for the rich has always been unimaginable sky-high prices.

At the curtain, a concave figure opened a curtain and looked at the green mountains and waters outside the window.

The man in a beret wearing a turtleneck windbreaker walked into the house and sat on the small stool beside the bed staring at the old man without saying a word.

As time passes by minute by second, there are only the ticking sounds of machines in the quiet house from time to time.

I don’t know how long it took, the woman in front of the window turned around and said in a deep voice: “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

The man stretched out his hand, and his skin was sickly white. He reached out and held the old man's dry palm and replied, "It's his intention to help you up to the position. You can't help but fight."

Tan Xi bit his lip and said, "I am just a weak woman with no power and no strength. I know how much I am. Such a big Shangzhou Group and such a strong enemy, I am no match for him at all."

After stopping, Tan Xi showed a desolate face: "I almost died today."

The man took off his hat and put it on the side. His whole body was white and suffering from rare albinism. Therefore, he was called a white cow. The number one confidant who had been with Shang Qitu for more than 40 years said lightly: "You said it was almost done. Isn't you dead yet?"

The woman felt angry, but she didn't dare to vent her breath. It took her a moment to reply to normal and asked, "Is Hao Meng your person?"

She naturally received the news that Shang Ling could get.

Bai Niu did not answer this question. He took out the folder from his bag and threw it back. When the parabola arrived in front of Tan Xi, it was strangely suspended and no wind automatically.

"Sign it and go to Z City in a month to meet the rest of the matter with Aimusen."

Tan Xi had no effect on Bai Niu's bizarre method. She just stared at the paper spread out in front of her.

"Agreement on Top Secret Archives of the 1999 Extreme Night Incident"

The woman signed it directly without even looking at it.

The white cow stretched out his hand and the folder flew back to his hand.

Tan Xi looked at Bai Niu with a very cold look and said, "No matter what you do, I will never forgive you in my life."

The woman left with a big stride.

The white cow was silent, waiting for the terminally ill old man, like a sculpture that remained motionless.

Everyone knows that Shang Qitu is in serious condition, but even Shang Ling and Tan Xi don’t know that this business giant has not opened his eyes for six years.

But Tan Xi married into a business five years ago.

The man slowly closed his eyes, his breathing gradually became lighter, and finally even seemed to be there or not.

The old man on the bed and the man on the stool were silent.

Apart from Tan Xi, there are only a handful of people who can come here.

Shang Qitu has been lying here for six years, and he has also stayed here for six years, enjoying loneliness and indulging in silence.
Chapter completed!