It was pitch black on the other side of the video.
It was too dark and there were no lights on in the carriage.
All you can see is a blurry face with unclear facial features.
Hiss.
The black figure grinned, his voice hoarse and full of resentment: "General Zhang, long time no see."
"Isn't it good to die? Why do you want to see me?"
Zhang Ruoyu's dark eyes flashed with cold light.
"I have died, but King Yama will not accept me." In the dark scene, Zhao Ziwen is full of hostility. "Take you with me, King Yama may accept you."
"Okay, I'll give you a chance to challenge Beimang Legend." Zhang Ruoyu unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.
Yuan also wanted to get out of the car, but Zhang Ruoyu glared back: "Aren't you afraid that he will turn the tiger away from the mountain and chop Mr. Han into pieces?"
Yuan Pianzui, that dark convoy was filled with big guys, and the security system was top-notch.
Who dares to act wild here?
"I still want to watch the excitement." Yuan said gloomily.
"Definitely next time."
Zhang Ruoyu gently closed the car door and walked towards a black Buick.
Dong Dong.
Zhang Ruoyu knocked on the car door and got straight into the car.
The smell inside the carriage was cold and eerie.
The man sitting in the driver's seat suppressed his crazy heart.
Whoosh!
He stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Snap.
Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette, glanced at Zhao Ziwen from the corner of his eye, and said indifferently: "Life is so tiring, and one suicide attempt, how many more times will it happen? There will be no pain after death."
Crunch!
The car stopped in a damp and claustrophobic alley. Zhao Ziwen got out of the car and stared at Zhang Ruoyu: "I'm still a little unwilling to die like this."
"Why have I become a street rat, while you are the world-famous Beimang Marshal and General Zhang who everyone respects." Zhang Ziwen pulled out a knife.
A Beimang knife.
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at the Beimang Sword in Zhao Ziwen's hand and said calmly: "Everyone thinks that I am more talented and talented than you, but you are the only one who thinks that I am not as good as you."
Zhang Ruoyu threw the cigarette butt into the stinking ditch and said calmly: "The truth is not always in the hands of a few people, and the eyes of the masses are not always blind."
Zhao Ziwen's eyes were like poisonous snakes, and he said coldly: "I want to try it."
"I missed Beimang Dawu five years ago."
"I heard that you didn't participate either?"
Zhang Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "You know, I'm different from you. I'm very low-key and don't like to be in the limelight."
Zhao Ziwen heard the sarcasm in Zhang Ruoyu's words. With murderous intent in his eyes, he slowly drew his sword: "Former leader of Beimang Tenglong Division, Zhao Ziwen."
"Beimang, Zhang Xiangbei."
call out!
Zhao Ziwen drew his sword boldly and swiftly.
Five years ago, everyone was looking forward to this big fight, the focus battle, the championship battle, between Zhao Ziwen and Zhang Xiangbei.
Even in the eyes of many leaders, whoever wins will be the future leader of Beimang.
call out!
When Zhao Ziwen came with his sword drawn, Zhang Ruoyu suddenly moved.
A sharp and harsh sound erupted from the soles of the feet and the floor.
He suddenly turned sideways to avoid the Beimang knife.
Then lean back.
Bang!
Zhao Ziwen's body fell backwards, as if he was hit by a mountain, his internal organs were shaken violently, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
"Beimang, damn."
Zhao Ziwen's hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he frowned: "Your explosive power is stronger than five years ago."
Zhang Ruoyu said indifferently: "Don't get me wrong, I have always been so strong. You were still a human being five years ago, so I let you."
"Tonight, you are no longer a person."
Zhang Ruoyu patted the dust on his shoulders and slowly approached Zhao Ziwen. His dark eyes were full of hostility and murderous intent: "You are really like a child. You have to be coaxed and obeyed in everything. If you don't coax for a day, you won't be happy.
, you can sacrifice your brother’s life to the flag.”
"I shouldn't have given you hope."
"I should have let you know earlier that you are nothing in front of me."
call out!
Zhang Ruoyu moved again.
This time, he drew his sword.
Blood debts should be repaid with blood.
If you're dead, you're dead. Why pretend to be dead?
Zhao Ziwen didn't even have room to resist. Blood gushed out from his neck and spattered on the damp wall.
"Well..."
Zhao Ziwen covered his neck.
My whole body became stiff and my breathing became increasingly difficult.
His face was as pale as paper, and he raised his head with difficulty, looking at the expressionless Zhang Ruoyu.
Oh no, Zhang Xiangbei.
This new recruit who entered Beimang two years after him is now a Beimang legend and an immortal myth.
In the past five years, he has paid more attention to Zhang Xiangbei than anyone else.
He once believed that all the honors Zhang Xiangbei had should belong to him.
The national god of war who stands at the top of the military should also be himself.
Until this moment, when Zhang Xiangbei's Beimang knife cut his throat, it was not only his blood that sprayed out.
It was as if the resentment and hatred he had accumulated for many years were vented from the knife edge.
He doesn't hate it anymore.
I am also willing to do so.
He was indeed vulnerable and nothing in front of Beimang legend Zhang Xiangbei.
In terms of tactical arrangements, he is even inferior to Long Fei.
All the past is just a dream.
The greatest sorrow for people is not that they are born at the wrong time, but that they do not have self-awareness.
"When you go down, remember to kowtow to the brothers."
