However, Luo Yongsheng was angry, but he knew that Ye Fan was not easy to deal with. After all, even a master of the Blood Blade level lost to Ye Fan, which was enough to show that Ye Fan was not an ordinary person!
After thinking for a while, Luo Yongsheng suddenly thought of something and ordered at the butler beside him: "Butler, send someone to contact the God of Killing immediately. You tell the God of Killing that Ye Fan killed the Blood Blade, but I don't believe that the God of Killing will not replace him.
His apprentice takes revenge!”
"Yes! Mr. Luo, my subordinate understands." The housekeeper nodded respectfully.
Then, he left the scene.
At this time, Luo Yongsheng was lying on the soft and comfortable sofa. He slowly closed his eyes and Ye Fan's appearance appeared in his mind. At this moment, his heart was filled with coldness and hatred.
At this moment, he had already regarded Ye Fan as a must-killer. He would not give up until he crushed Ye Fan's bones and ashes, peeled off his skin and cramps!
The only person who can help him fulfill this wish is the God of Killing!
The God of Killing is far above the Blood Blade. He was once the number one killer in the killer world. He has performed hundreds of tasks, and each task is perfectly completed.
He is a legend, an excellent mercenary king, and a top killer!
In Luo Yongsheng's view, only by finding a strong man like the God of Killing can one kill Ye Fan!
And the Killing God has one characteristic, that is, protecting the shortcomings!
If the Blood Blade is killed by Ye Fan, the God of Killing will definitely avenge the Blood Blade!
Thinking of this, Luo Yongsheng's mouth curled up slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He believed that Ye Fan would definitely die this time!
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The next day, a new day began again.
Last night, the old housekeeper went out to contact the God of Killing and had already contacted him.
Today, Luo Yongsheng made an appointment to meet with the God of Killing, and the place where he met was a private tea house.
Soon, Luo Yongsheng drove to a tea garden. This tea garden was an ancient building complex with an elegant environment and a faint fragrance emitting from the air.
Luo Yongsheng walked into the tea garden and walked straight toward the door of one of the buildings.
Behind him was a burly and swelling young bodyguard.
The young bodyguard was wearing a black suit, a squid head, and a beard. He exuded a tough aura, giving people a feeling of being arrogant without anger.
There was a pistol hanging around his waist, his hands were placed in his pants pockets, and his eyes were extremely sharp.
And this young man is the personal bodyguard of the God of Killing.
"Little brother! I have made an appointment with the God of Killing. Please lead the way!"
Luo Yongsheng took the lead in expressing his purpose and said.
"Please here!"
The burly bodyguard nodded, then took steps and led Luo Yongsheng toward a house deep in the tea garden.
Soon, led by a burly man, Luo Yongsheng followed the bodyguard to the door of an antique wing room and paused.
Immediately afterwards, he knocked on the door and shouted: "Master, Mr. Luo has arrived."
Hearing this sentence, a majestic and cold voice came from one of the bedrooms in the wing room.
"Let him come in."
"Yes!" The burly bodyguard responded respectfully, then stepped aside.
Luo Yongsheng also pushed open the wooden door and walked in.
After entering the room, the first thing that caught my eye was an old man wearing Tang suit, with a childish face, looking fairy-like. The old man was leisurely tasting tea, as if he was planning to defeat thousands of miles away.