Commander Wu seeks benevolence and gets benevolence...
Die in anger...
Lu Ze's understatement didn't sound like much to others, but when it fell into the ears of Zhuo Ming and others, it was like thunder.
"Commander Wu is dead?"
"How can this be!"
Several soft moans sounded beside Zhuo Ming.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. Commander Wu is an 8-star wasteland warrior who can tear apart giant beasts from the same realm with his own hands. There are no people in Shangnan City who can kill Commander Wu who have been born yet! How can it be the turn of this kid in front of me to act so arrogantly?"
Zhuo Ming's voice was cold and stern.
Several people around him looked at each other, nodded secretly, and ignored Lu Ze.
"Wasteland Battle Formation!"
With an order, the remaining five people dispersed.
Zhuo Ming took a step forward and looked at Lu Ze with a horrifying luster and indifference in his eyes.
Lieutenant Colonel Shao Cheng and Lieutenant Colonel Huang Jie finally took a breather at this moment, looking solemnly at the rows of wasteland warriors.
As soon as the enemy's offensive slowed down, the entire Ninth Squadron finally got a breather. However, when they noticed what was around them, all the soldiers participating in the battle were frightened.
The formation was forced back fifty meters!
The data link shows that 21 comrades have lost vital signs...
The fallen constructor didn't respond at all, as if the construct's belly had been pierced by the fangs of a giant beast, blood was pouring out.
The scorched earth all around carries a sense of decadence.
Everything was caused by the six pale-skinned warriors wearing simple protective gear in front of them.
But no matter what, their commander is still standing in front of them, so they have no reason to retreat.
Snipers, genetic warriors, constructors...
Everyone was breathing quietly.
The blade and muzzle of the gun were all pointed forward.
This is a battle-hardened team.
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"Knife please."
Zhuo Ming gave another order, and the five people beside him reached behind them with their backhands at the same time.
The rusty war blade was drawn out, and the hilt surrounded by white bones was pitted with a cold edge.
The six of them raised their swords at the same time and took a step forward.
There was a low sound underfoot, like an elephant treading.
There was a moment of trance in the eyes of two lieutenant colonels, Shao Cheng and Huang Jie.
From beginning to end, the two of them faced only two wilderness warriors, and from beginning to end, none of the six opponents drew their swords.
"I do not know who you are."
"Maybe you don't know who I am."
A sword nearly 1.5 meters long was erected in front of his eyes. Zhuo Ming gently stroked the back of the sword with his left hand and gently pulled it upward.
Buzz~
The blade of the sword trembled slightly, rustling dust flew out, and the fog around the body shook away.
"But you may have forgotten that this is a fog-ridden wasteland."
"And our name is Wasteland Warriors."
At this moment, a shocking scene appeared. The mist within five meters of Zhuo Ming and the six people seemed to come alive, twisting and rolling, and then turned into silky clouds and snaked around the six people's bodies.
In Zhuo Ming's pupils, the third blood ring slowly spread outwards, and another red dot appeared in the deepest part, like red ink dripping in water, leaving no doubt that it would gently expand into a ring in the next second.
.
The sound of bamboo shoots jointing sounded softly in the mist.
Under the shocking gazes of hundreds of pairs of squadron 9, the bodies of these six people grew taller at a speed visible to the naked eye, with muscles emerging and squirming and merging to further expand.
In the blink of an eye, the height of the six people exceeded two meters, and their girth more than doubled than before.
At this moment, there were six real giants. Their skin was as pale as bones, and they even hardened into convex-shaped armor that did not belong to the human body.
"It is like a poisonous mist to you, but it is an endless source of motivation to us."
"This is the difference in the nature of life."
The six people stepped forward in unison, the fog boiling and rolling behind them, like dark clouds pressing over the city, with an astonishing momentum.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"There is no mention of this in our database..."
Shao Cheng and Huang Jie subconsciously looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
Lu Ze watched calmly as the six figures took another step, like a city wall lying across the river, in front of him.
"Is that all?"
Lu Ze spoke softly, but his words were shocking.
What?
What does that mean?
In front of them, doubts appeared for a moment in the dehumanized pupils of the six Zhuo Ming people.
Behind him, two lieutenant colonels, Shao Cheng and Huang Jie, looked up blankly.
[General Lu Ze, what are you talking about...]
There was no need to answer. Lu Ze had given everyone a shocking answer with his actions.
The fingers in front of his eyes were slightly straightened, and the moment his fingertips were facing the sky...
All the sounds in this space seemed to be swallowed up, and then everyone saw the magnificent scene of endless mist pouring into Lu Ze from all directions...
Like a giant whale sucking water, the mist merges into a vast river, flowing endlessly.
Lu Ze's sleeves and trousers rustled under the constant flow of mist.
In the invisible sea of consciousness, the red flames, as weak as cow hairs, seemed to be nourished by abundant fuel at this moment. The red light trembled slightly and became full of high spirits.
The visions of Zhuo Ming and the six others were blurred for a moment. At this moment, they seemed to see a huge phoenix shadow in Lu Ze's pupils.
Brilliant like stars, dazzling like the sun.
"If that's all... I think I will too."
Lu Ze stared straight ahead. The right palm raised in front of him disappeared instantly and appeared next to his ear almost at the same instant.
With his right hand, he gently held the blade of a knife that appeared without any warning.
At the end of the blade was Zhuo Ming, whose eyes were almost dripping with blood.
In his eyes, which had been looking down indifferently from beginning to end, at this moment, there was finally a fear like ordinary people.
The moment the strange phenomenon appeared around Lu Ze, it easily shattered all their pride as wilderness warriors. In order to suppress this uneasiness, Zhuo Ming took action.
However, this knife, which broke through the limit of human visual capture, was crushed to pieces by Lu Ze afterward!
Lu Ze slowly turned around, looked at Zhuo Ming, and shook his right hand calmly.
Click!
Fine cracks instantly appeared on the blade that was enough to cut through steel.
then……
The bund was shattered.
Lu Ze took a step forward, put the four fingers of his right hand together in a gentle fold, like an eagle pecking, and stabbed forward lightly.
Hundreds of clouds are winding and snaking behind me.
boom--
It was like a scene where a heavy truck traveling at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour hit the concrete wall and bloomed violently. The terrifying white waves bloomed instantly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zhuo Ming's burly body seemed to have been severely rammed by a stamping machine, and his chest collapsed by nearly half in an instant, and his whole body shot straight out like a cannonball.
However, the figure of Lu Ze who disappeared at the same time was faster than him.
Among the five people, where Zhuo Ming originally stood, an afterimage with a distorted outline appeared.
Layers of afterimages are stacked together with countless white waves, and a palm turns from virtual to real, it is a raised palm knife.
It seemed that the guillotine machine on the assembly line was flying upside down in half a second, and the palm knife fell gently without a trace of fireworks.
boom!
Zhuo Ming's body was bent strangely at the waist, at a 60-degree angle, and he was instantly smashed into the soil with his head and body.
Lu Ze lowered his right arm, looked sideways at the wasteland warrior who had just reacted, and spoke softly:
"There will be people accompanying you on the road to Huangquan, so go on your way."
This moment.
Whether it was Shao Cheng, Huang Jie, or those Yanhuang soldiers with iron will, they all saw the most shocking scene in their lives.
That figure was like a god.
…
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Legend Auction House, tea room on the second floor.
Lin Zhidao sat where Wu Duo sat before, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He looked at the long silver case in front of him in a daze. Eleven eyes looked at each other. Lin Zhidao raised his eyelids numbly.
Outside the broken floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the sight, shouts like mountains and seas continued to pour in.
Lin Zhidao really wanted to slap himself now.
But he endured it.
He must not have any strange habits...
But looking at the pair of eyes in front of him that seemed friendly but carried great pressure, Lin Zhidao's cheek muscles couldn't help but twitch.
On ordinary days, let alone him, even his father, Lin Dongyao, would have a hard time meeting one of these people.
Now, the eleven underground black market bosses all looked at Lin Zhidao.
This is really...
Guangzong Yaozu!
Lin Zhidao grinned stiffly.
"cough……"
He coughed, which was a prerequisite for an adult in his mind to speak.
Therefore, he decided to learn and apply it now.
Behind him, Lin Dongyao, who was standing like a puppet, jumped uncontrollably. He could hardly stand, and his eyes were fixed on his son's back.
This is my usual habit when teaching my son. Now that Lin Zhidao, a good boy, is imitating me, how can I make him not feel uncomfortable all over.
The four Hibiscus people silently gave a thumbs up in their hearts.
This little brother is a character.
"You also heard the suggestion just now..."
"Mr. Xiaolin, we heard it. It's just that the details need to be discussed and you need to participate together. This is a big deal and cannot be decided in just a few words, so we need five minutes to discuss it."
Lin Zhidao had just opened his mouth, but unexpectedly, a figure with only a black outline interrupted him at position No. 2.
The figure's voice was rich and full of meaning that could not be rejected.
"In this way, negotiations will officially start in five minutes. What do you think?"
"Of course I have no objection. After all, it would be better for Mr. Liu to ask Mr. Sikong for advice on this kind of matter." The round-faced fat man said with a smile, as if he had never seen anything just now, and he still looked like a friendly businessman.
"Okay." The elegant young woman wearing a professional skirt said calmly.
Each participant expressed their opinions one after another. No matter what they said, they all expressed the same meaning.
That means agreeing with Mr. Liu in position No. 2.
So just two seconds later, eleven figures looked at Lin Zhidao at the same time.
"In five minutes, the negotiations will officially begin."
After finishing speaking, Lin Zhidao was not allowed to speak, and the light and shadow were extinguished one after another.
At this moment, in different areas of Shangnan City, whether in manors, skyscrapers, or underground secret rooms, everyone sneered with the same meaning.
"Huangkou kid, you actually think of yourself as a person."
…
"In business, the underground black market has 20% profit. If we give it up like this, we are willing to do so, but those big figures who are inextricably linked to the underground black market are not willing to do so."
"Wu Duo has no objection...ha...this tone is really something that cannot be underestimated."
…
"After all, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."
"Someone, go get the video of the fight in the underground boxing market just now."
…
In the Azure District, Shangyang Manor is guarded by nearly a hundred warriors and covers an area of more than 3,000 square meters. Ordinary people cannot get close to it. They can only look at this extremely luxurious building from a distance.
However, no one could have imagined that the Sikong family of the Ten Directions Alliance, the head of the three giants in the underground black market, was the owner of this Shangyang Manor!
The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked towards the study and knocked gently on the door. His dignified face was full of respect.
"Come in." A voice sounded.
The man in a suit pushed open the door and entered.
"Sir, we will adjourn the meeting temporarily. There are some things that I cannot make up my mind about and I must report to you."
"Don't worry, how about you read my words first?"
Next to the huge solid wood desk, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit was writing with concentration, without raising his head.
Next to the middle-aged man, stood a young man with a handsome face. Although impatience flashed in his eyes, his body stood still and did not dare to move at all.
This young man is surprisingly Sikong Ling who showed up at the trading house earlier!
"Okay." Liu Kui replied warmly and walked forward to look at it intently.
When Sikong Ling saw Liu Kui coming, he nodded respectfully: "Mr. Liu."
Liu Kui responded with a friendly smile, his eyes swept over the wildly cursive handwriting, and after ten seconds he praised and spoke:
"The long grass, the pen and the dragon and the snake, are full of energy and energy."
"The master's calligraphy is majestic and majestic, which makes Liu Kui feel relaxed and happy."
His voice was filled with sincere admiration, and Liu Kui's tone seemed to have difficulty fluctuating, but when he spoke it, it was extremely convincing.
"Hahaha, you Liu Kui, your flattery is getting more and more ethereal and traceless."
The middle-aged man laughed and threw the brush into the pen holder next to him before looking up.
His piercing eyes and thick black hair made him look at least forty years old, but who would have known that this middle-aged man was actually the contemporary head of the Sikong family - Sikong Boyuan!
"Tell me what's going on."
Sikong Boyuan turned around and sat down, and Liu Kui naturally stepped forward to pour tea for him.
Upon hearing the owner's inquiry, Liu Kui's voice was slow and he reported everything he had just seen.
"Well, it's pretty much the same as what I know."
After listening to Liu Kui's report, Sikong Boyuan smiled and said to himself.
"It's just that if the Lin family on Heishui Street gets the 20% share, I'm afraid others won't be convinced."
Liu Kui nodded and said: "So I just mentioned it casually, and the other ten companies also seconded it."
"Haha, young people will inevitably think of things simply." Sikong Boyuan shook his head and smiled, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the top-quality broken silver Pu'er that had just been brewed.
When he heard these words, a look of anger appeared on Sikong Ling's face. As if he had received some kind of recognition, he grinned and looked up at Sikong Boyuan.
"This man is just an eight-star general, but he really thinks he is a person. He asks for a 20% share. Who does he think he is? Can he afford it if he is given it?"
"He's just a clown, he has no idea what these shares mean."
"Father, leave this matter to me. I have heard about Lin Zhidao's good-for-nothing second generation ancestor from time to time. When we negotiate later, I will just find a pretext and drive him out with a few others."
"No matter how powerful a person is, can he change the whole of Shangnan?"
"Not to mention how powerful he can be!"
Sikong Ling had a cheerful smile on his face, and these words made him feel extremely happy.
Liu Kui lowered his head and said nothing.
Sikong Boyuan drank tea, and after Sikong Ling finished speaking, he raised his head slightly.
