A hint of awe appeared on Zhuo Yifan's face, because he felt that there were obviously several violent auras in the bar. Those auras were not simply the aura of a warrior, but were very different from those of himself who practiced ancient martial arts.
!
Could this be the aura exposed by those foreigners? It’s really strange that it makes me a little unpredictable!
There was no one at the door of the bar at this time. The door was closed, but Zhuo Yifan was sure that Murong Jian and those foreigners were inside! Did he want to go in?
Just break in like this?
I cautiously came to the door of the bar and listened quietly for a while to the movement inside. I found that there was no smell of strangers around the entrance. There was not even a sound of breathing. The movement that could be felt existed in some corners of the bar.
Or several locations on the second floor of the bar. No one is guarding the gate? Is this an opportunity? [
Zhuo Yifan hesitated a little. He didn't feel very good now. He always felt that there seemed to be an unusually dangerous aura waiting for him inside. At the same time, he also felt like there was a sense of conspiracy. To be honest, this feeling was very bad!
On the second floor of the bar, Murong Jian had just walked into an office of about fifty or sixty square meters. There were not too many home furnishings in the spacious office. There were only bookcases, desks and a set of beige leather sofas. Before
Two people who followed Murong Jian in were standing on both sides of the desk, and the person sitting in front of the desk was Zhao Zhengming, who Zhuo Yifan wanted to solve the most right now.
"How's it going? Did that kid be cruel?" Zhao Zhengming looked at Murong Jian who had just walked in and was almost beaten into a pig's head. He didn't feel too surprised, but he still couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"That bastard, you slapped me several times!" Murong Jian's words were obviously slurred because his cheeks were red and swollen, but the anger and unwillingness in his tone were already revealed.
"I feel sorry for you! But these slaps you received will not be in vain. If you don't get into the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cub. In order to lure him to the bait, we have no choice but to resort to this trick!" Zhao Zhengming smiled bitterly and shook his head, and walked towards Murong as if sympathetically.
Jian walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Mr. Zhao, is the method you said really acceptable? It doesn't matter how many times I get slapped, what's important is that I can make that guy Zhuo Yifan die!" Murong Jian asked eagerly. Obviously, he was so strong towards Zhuo Yifan.
Still seems a little lacking in confidence.
"Have you not verified their abilities? The master named Wu next to you can't even make a single move in their hands! Do you think Zhuo Yifan, the eight of them, will be a match?" Zhao Zhengming scanned the question.
He glanced at the two foreigners and said with a sneer.
"Okay! I will make Zhuo Yifan pay the price this time!" Murong Jian said through gritted teeth.
"He should be here, and your wish will come true soon!" Zhao Zhengming looked at the direction of the door and said thoughtfully.
"That's right! I'm here!" Zhuo Yifan's voice suddenly came from outside the door. In fact, Zhuo Yifan had not planned to show up so soon, but Zhao Zhengming guessed it. Zhao Zhengming and Murong before
He didn't hear much of the conversation between Zhao Zhengming and Jian, and only heard the last two sentences. Zhao Zhengming had already noticed his arrival, so why did he continue to hide it?
