"I never expected that Mr. Li Zekai, a rich man in Hong Kong and a member of the aristocratic circle, would be an extremely shameless guy!" Li Xiaohu laughed.
"Li Xiaohu, don't laugh, today is your memorial day next year!" Li Zekai sneered, then waved his hand and said, "Come here, grab Begonia from me. As for Li Xiaohu, kill him directly!"
"Yes!" The two bodyguards behind him immediately stepped out.
"Hey, who is so loud!" At the door, another group of people came in. Huang Bing'er showed a weird smile. Behind him, a man dressed in black, with a black scarf on his head and a big knife on his shoulder.
Dao Tou followed behind him. There were also other group killers, each of them exuding waves of murderous aura.
"Mr. Li, these people are extraordinary!" As soon as the bodyguard walked out, he immediately stepped back and warned seriously: "I think we should leave first."
"Humph, how can we leave? Macau is not the mainland, nor is it the United States!" Li Zekai gritted his teeth and said: "This is my world, Li Zekai. Immediately inform the leader of the Bamboo Union Gang, Wu, and ask him to send someone immediately!"
"Yes!" The bodyguard nodded immediately and took out his mobile phone from his body. Just when he was about to make a call, a cold light flashed across his face. The bodyguard's hand instantly fell to the ground, and a big knife was stabbed into the ground in front of Li Zekai.
After the bodyguard's hand fell to the ground, the cut arm turned white, like tender meat. Then, blood spurted out from the arm, just like the high-pressure water gun.
"Ah!" The bodyguard finally felt the pain. He gritted his teeth and yelled at the top of his lungs.
The rest of the people were shocked by this scene. Rotten Turtle and the boy on duty were already hiding in the corner of the basement, watching from a distance. The two of them did not dare to mess around. Li Zekai was shocked when he saw this scene.
He gritted his teeth and said: "Li Xiaohu, you are too presumptuous, you dare to be so arrogant!"
"Haha, Li Zekai, today, not only do I want their lives, but I also want your life!" Li Xiaohu laughed.
"You dare!" Li Zekai gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to touch me, you will never be able to escape!"
"Really?" Li Xiaohu sneered: "I have never been afraid. Let me tell you, Japan, the United States, Iraq, the Philippines... which country has not been turned upside down by me?"
"No...impossible!" Li Zekai shook his head coldly.
"If you don't believe it, you can go and ask around!" Li Xiaohu said with a cold laugh: "The young master of Al Qaeda and the future heir to the base!"
Hiss...
Li Zekai suddenly took a breath of cold air. At this time, he was so shocked that he could not express it in words. He knew Li Xiaohu's true identity. He was just a colonel from the mainland. His father was Li Si, the youngest general in China.
However, these identities are not enough to make Li Zekai feel threatening. Only Li Xiaohu's secret identity scares Li Zekai. Li Xiaohu's official identity does not dare to do anything to him. However, this identity of the al-Qaeda terrorist organization is definitely like
The nemesis of rich people like Li Zekai.
Li Zekai stared at this guy dumbfounded, feeling a little unbelievable and a little shocked.
"Impossible!" Li Zekai immediately shook his head and said coldly: "If you are the heir to the base, then I will be Bin Laden's father, haha..."
