But Su Haoran raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a bad smile on his face and said: You are stupid 13

"No, I'm not called Silly 13, I'm Vernon," said Vernon, the chief instructor of Country M's Barbarian Special Forces.

Oh, that’s really interesting. Aren’t all the barbarian special forces composed of living dead? Why are you not a living dead? Su Haoran rolled his eyes and said in a negotiating tone: How about I help you die?

Help me die. Vernon's face turned cold. Let's see if you have the ability. Let's see who among us helps whom.

Come on then. Su Haoran was not polite and rushed towards Vernon quickly.

Fu Jiaye was not afraid and rushed back to meet Su Haoran.

boom

The two collided with each other again, with an explosion of energy that made the stands tremble. This Vernon fought against Su Haoran twice and did not fall behind at all. This shows how terrifying this person's strength is.

The commotion in the lion slaughtering hall also attracted the attention of Master Nima in the hotel opposite.

This master of the black witchcraft of the Middle East led another Arab to rush out of the hotel quickly and entered the lion slaughterhouse in the cold.

But just when Master Nima walked to the main entrance of the Lion Slaughter Hall, he suddenly stopped. A Chinese Qingkan, who was similar in height to Su Haoran and looked to be about thirty years old, walked out of the dark corner.

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