When Zhou Ming walked into the lobby of the Tianxinghui headquarters, it was exactly nine o'clock. The old clock hanging on the wall in front of the hall made a dull sound, and a breath of the times hit his face.
The clock "hit" a total of twenty-one, but Zhou Ming was not in the mood to count because he was having a riot with a group of security guards. After the riot, he walked to the elevator smoothly. He did it on purpose just now, just to warm up. The elevator was at seventeen
The floor stopped, and Zhou Ming walked out calmly. In front of him was a corridor that was as dark as the Nine Nether Hells. Except for a door on the right, the other two sides were filled with impregnable red walls. It was as if he was entering the belly of a giant python.
It's even more eerie and terrifying.
The door on the right has three golden characters written on it: Martial Arts Hall.
Zhou Ming stood in front of the door, pushed it gently, and the door opened.[
The entire seventeenth floor has been opened up, and both sides are sealed with cement plastic. Not even a fly can fly in, ensuring absolute safety and privacy. The room is empty, with incandescent lamps hanging from the sky. Although it is extremely bright, it is
It was depressing and depressing. A large sofa was placed in the center of the room. Zhang Yang was sitting on it with his legs crossed, looking at Zhou Ming with a smile. Feng Bo had an X-shaped scar on his face, and Cai Zhiyong, who was strong and strong, was tall and thin.
Xiaohai stood behind Zhang Yang.
"Okay, very on time." Zhang Yang looked at Zhou Ming with admiration: "You knew you were going to die, but you still came. I admire your courage."
Zhou Ming walked toward him step by step, saying as he walked: "There are many things in the world that you don't want to do but have to do. This is probably one of the most helpless things in life." He stopped a few meters away from Zhang Yang and others.
The distance was just right. If the opponent suddenly made a move, he would have enough time to react.
Zhou Ming looked at these middle-aged people who were much older than him. They were all sophisticated and had sharp eyes. It was hard to imagine that more than a year ago, he was just a humble ant who could be easily crushed to death.
But now he can be on an equal footing with these powerful gangsters in the underworld. Should it be said that God is in love with him, or that he has already arranged his death?
"Hello, Uncle Hai." Zhou Ming greeted Xiao Hai honestly. No matter how you say it, Xiao Hai is his elder, and he has been "taken care of" by him along the way. Xiao Hai nodded, his expression indifferent, as if
Zhou Ming didn't take him seriously. After all, this person was a "god" level figure who made their whole family restless.
"Don't get too close." Feng Bo put a huge sword on his shoulder and sneered: "Getting close to him won't have any effect at all. On the contrary, it will make me look down on you even more."
This sentence incidentally even scolded Xiao Hai. How could someone as smart as Zhou Ming fail to understand the meaning of these words? He knew that it turned out that Xiao Hai was not easy to hold the position of protector. He was despised by others and was completely gone.
Zhou Ming sighed softly in his heart for his majesty in X County. If the local emperor did not do anything good, he had to suffer this crime.
"Don't be pretentious." Xiao Hai's face turned cold instantly: "The martial arts masters in the past are not easy to deal with. If you capsize in the gutter, you will be taught a lesson by a stupid kid, but you will not be safe in the end."
"What did you say? I'll kill him now and show you!" Feng Bo's steps flashed and he was about to rush out!