Zhang Zhiming glanced at the other person, frowned and said, "Where's the money? Give it to me quickly, don't waste my time." The man smiled, then reached into his arms, took out more than ten banknotes and threw them in front of Zhang Zhiming.
Zhang Zhiming's expression changed and he said angrily: "What the hell is this? Don't fool me."
The man smiled and said: "Master Zhang, don't you want money? These are the money. However, these are ghost money, for you to use underground. You can count them, each denomination is 10 million, a total of ten
Six, exactly 160 million. As for the gift, I will send you to death!" Zhang Zhiming's scalp went numb and he said angrily: "You..." However, before he finished speaking, the man opposite had already started to move.
The sharp sword flashed past, carrying the air of death, and rushed directly towards Zhang Zhiming. Zhang Zhiming quickly took a few steps back, then circulated his true energy, waved his steel fist and faced it. At the same time, he said in a cold voice
"You're not qualified to kill me." However, the man smiled and stabbed Zhang Zhiming's vital part with the short knife in his hand instead of retreating.
The moment the two of them were about to come into contact, the man suddenly turned around and dodged to the side. Zhang Zhixing's expression changed, and he didn't understand what the other person's purpose was. However, at this moment, Zhang Zhihui suddenly discovered that there
After the man dodged back, a powerful force of energy hit him from the side at an extremely fast speed. He hurriedly stopped his forward movement and prepared to retreat. However, his movements were slower than those of his opponent.
After a beat, when he turned around, the attack had already fallen on him. The strong force immediately knocked him away and hit many trees in the forest. Lying on the ground, Zhang Zhiming said
He spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then struggled to get up from the ground, but his body was shaking a little, and it seemed that he would fall to the ground again at any time.
He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at the old man in gray who appeared like a ghost in front of him, his eyes flickering. From the move just now, he knew that the strength of himself and the opponent was too far apart.
He just lost his life in vain. He gasped a few times and asked in a cold voice: "You...why do you want to kill me?" When the old man heard his question, he did not speak, but just stood there steadily, as if
A stone sculpture. At this time, Zhang Zhiming suddenly heard a voice coming from behind: "We are members of the Qinglong Society. We will kill anyone who pays. It's very simple." As the other party's voice fell, Zhang Zhiming felt a pain in his chest.
, he looked down and saw a sharp knife piercing his chest directly from behind. The blade was stained with his own scarlet blood. When the man gently pulled out his short knife, Zhang Zhiming
His vision went dark, and he fell straight forward, no longer breathing. However, the man was very careful and leaned over Zhang Zhiming's body to check. After confirming that he was indeed dead, he nodded to the old man opposite.
The leader said: "Solved." The old man responded: "Let's leave quickly. This is the Zhang family's place after all. If they find out, it will be difficult to escape."
Soon, the two of them disappeared into the night.
When the sun rises and the sun shines on the earth, the Zhang family's mansion gradually begins to become lively. These days have passed, and the Zhang family has slowly recovered from the haze of the second young master's death.