Then, he reached out and picked up the exquisite tea cup placed in front of Tang Qingzhu's original seat.
Inside, there was still half a cup of tea.
There is still residual heat.
Lin Bei put the teacup under his nose and smelled it.
“The best Dahongpao, this tea is good.”
Lin Bei answered the question incorrectly.
“This place is elegant and elegant, making people feel relaxed and happy, and the environment is also good.”
Then, Lin Bei raised his eyes, looked at Tang Qingzhu, and said lightly, "The blue cheongsam is ancient and charming, and she has a good figure."
Hearing this, Tang Qingzhu's complexion changed slightly and became even colder.
Lin Bei's compliment about her good figure reminded her of the night when Lin Bei took off her bathrobe in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Lin Bei was the first person in his life to see such beautiful scenery.
"Not bad, not bad, really good."
Lin Beilian said three are good.
Then, he said with some regret, "It's a pity. Today, there will be blood here, destroying this elegance."
Tang Qingzhu sneered, "It seems that you are very self-aware!"
Lin Bei shook his head, "You don't understand what kind of existence you are facing, so I forgive your ignorance."
"Yeah?"
Tang Qingzhu's face once again showed a touching coldness.
"Lin Bei, I know you are very skilled, but as the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Do you think you can still make it out here today?"
As Tang Qingzhu finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.
Swish, swish, swish!
Immediately, countless strong men in black emerged from all directions, with fierce and powerful aura.
Densely packed.
A quick glance revealed that there were at least one or two hundred people there.
Everyone holds a weapon in their hands.
"I have deployed a total of two hundred people around me. They are all the most elite players in the world. Each one of them can fight one against three, or one against five."
"You can indeed fight, but can you beat so many people?"
Tang Qingzhu sneered again.
"Two hundred elites?" Lin Bei looked around, shook his head, and said lightly, "Not enough. With these two hundred people together, even Ye Cang can't stop him..."
Of course, what Lin Bei said was that he couldn't stop it.
Ye Cang wants to leave, but these two hundred people can't stop him. However, if they fight to the death, with Ye Cang's current strength, they can kill him.
However, more than half of these two hundred elites have to be eliminated.
This is the confidence of the retired soldier king of the Shenlong Special Forces, and even more so, the confidence of the internally powerful warrior.
Tang Qingzhu's pupils shrank slightly.
But, immediately, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.
She had no real hope that with these two hundred people, she could kill Lin Bei.
These two hundred people were stationed on the outside, and more of them were just to prevent Lin Bei from escaping.
"What now?"
Tang Qingzhu snapped his fingers again.
Suddenly, men in black from all directions separated eight roads.
Then, eight figures came out one after another.
There are Eastern faces and Western faces.
But all of them were powerful and powerful people, exuding a strong evil aura.
At first glance, one can tell that these people must have had many lives. Some of them even looked like they had been on the battlefield and rolled among the dead.
"Getai, Changping City, underground boxing champion, has set a historical record of thirty-six consecutive victories, and his subordinates have never survived, and his strength is not inferior to Ye Cang..."
Tang Qingzhu pointed at a strong man with bulging muscles and a height of 1.9 meters with a ferocious smile on his face. Then he looked at Lin Bei and said with a half-smile.
"Hudson, the king of mercenaries, countless people have died in his hands, and his strength is not inferior to Ye Cang..."
"Yuan Tianming, a mercenary king who has been active in the battlefields of the Middle East since he left the Jiangnan area, is proficient in firearms, capture, and close combat..."
...
Following Tang Qingzhu’s introduction.
The origins of the eight people are all extraordinary.
But without exception, everyone's strength is not inferior to Ye Cang.
The implication.
Ye Cang can deal with one of them.
That,
What will you do with the remaining seven?
However, Lin Bei glanced at these eight people, his expression still calm, "Just them? It's still not enough."
