In Mets, in a dark room, Lin Xi was doing intense exercise.
At this time, the phone rang.
Lin Xi did not look at his phone at all, but instead accelerated his exercise.
After a while, Lin Xi grabbed the phone that rang again and answered the phone.
"Sir, it's not good. The people we sent out were wiped out again.
This time there were thirteen people, all of whom were shot in the head, and there was only one person on the other side.”
"What? A dozen people are not opponents of one person? Did they all grow up eating shit?"
Lin Xi was so angry that he said, "Check, check it out quickly, how could there be such a master around Ren Xueer?"
In fact, before taking action, Lin Xi had already figured out Ren Xueer's background clearly.
Although the bodyguards hired by Ren Xueer are all veterans, their strength is not very strong.
Lin Xi’s men are not idiots, they will never be shot in the headshot by a veteran, which is unscientific.
It was not until this time that Lin Xi really began to pay attention to the previous call.
Thinking of the other party’s warning, Lin Xi couldn’t help but frown and felt a little worried.
If the other party calls that call, not threatening him, but warning him, then the Red Ridge Organization may be in danger next.
However, Lin Xi was not afraid to escape. He also wanted to find out the other party's identity and make the next decision.
Moreover, the base of the Red Ridge organization is very hidden, and it is not easy for the other party to kill him.
That's what Lin Xi thinks.
But just two hours later, a message from his subordinates almost scared him.
"Sir, no, one of our strongholds was taken down by the Prison God Guards of the Prison God Temple. All the people in that strongholds died, and no one of them stayed."
"What? Prison Temple? How could it be the Prison Temple?" Lin Xiteng stood up suddenly, his face full of shock.
"Is it him?" Lin Xi had already thought of a possibility, and he guessed the identity of the person who called him before.
"It's over. I actually offended the Lord of the Prison Temple. It's over. I, Lin Xi, are going to be finished."
Lin Xi was panicked and didn't care about his life or death now.
After he threw down the phone, he immediately took out a canvas bag, opened the safe, and put the money in the safe as quickly as possible.
Lin Xi packed a bag of money and was about to leave here, desperate to the end.
But at this moment, there was a sound of fighting outside.
When Lin Xi knew that it was the people from the Prison Temple who were killed, he was so scared that his face was bloodless.
Fortunately, there is a back door in the place where he lives, and Lin Xi can escape from it.
However, Lin Xi, who opened the back door, soon discovered that a tall figure was standing there outside the back door.
The third prison guard under the command of the God of Prison, Barrett, the hell messenger, was holding a huge scimitar and looking at Lin Xi coldly.
Lin Xi was so scared by him that his legs became weak, and he knelt directly on the ground with a plop.
"Master, sir, please spare your life!" Lin Xi said in a trembling voice.
"I just know how to beg for mercy now, why did you go?" Barrett, the messenger of hell, said coldly, "My lord has given you a chance long ago. You have to seek death. Who are you blamed?"
"You are a mess, which has caused us to come and kill you thousands of miles away overnight. Begging for mercy will not work. I will use this huge scimitar to cut off your head."
Lin Xi was so scared that she trembled all over, and her teeth were like a machine gun, giggling.
But Barrett didn't take action immediately, and Lin Xi felt that he still had a chance to survive.
Lin Xi hurriedly opened the canvas bag beside him and said tremblingly: "Big, sir, I, I, I have money, I have a lot of money."
"As long as the adult keeps my life, I, Lin Xi, will give this money to you." This chapter has been completed!