He walked slowly into the hall, with a horse face and an eyepatch on his face, leaving only one eye.
Wow!
Everyone stood up and bowed in unison: "General!"
"Hmph!" The general snorted coldly and said, "A bunch of trash!"
"Yes!" Everyone nodded, not daring to raise their heads, and kept their bowing posture.
"I am very disappointed that this plan failed!" The general squinted his eyes and said, "The judge is also very disappointed."
Everyone was so frightened that sweat dripped down their cheeks.
"Thorpe is not dead. All our plans have failed." The general sighed and said, "The losses...are heavy!"
No one dared to speak.
After a long time, a bold man said: "General, this is all because of... a Chinese!"
"Chinese?" The general frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"We just received information that a Chinese boy saved Thorpe." The man said awkwardly: "If it weren't for this boy, Thorpe would have died tonight. Then, the war in the Middle East would start soon. We will
Can make a fortune!"
Far East Group.
Wealth is almost all accumulated through blood. The huge Far East Group, from bottom to top, is almost all accumulated through the blood of others.
If there is no disaster, they want to create disaster and make a fortune.
If there is no war, they create war to make money.
In this Middle East war, the Far East Group passed a resolution, determined to make a fortune based on this Middle East war. Once the war starts, they can sell weapons and ammunition arbitrarily on the land of the Middle East. And they can also take away those
Children who lose their families are eventually trafficked. They even help others to smuggle across the country and charge high smuggling fees.
However, what they didn't expect was that the U.S. Federation actually planned to withdraw its troops in the Middle East. Once the soldiers retreated, their wishful thinking would come to nothing. In desperation, they could only think of such evil tricks as poisoning the head of state.
Unexpectedly, the plan failed again.
"Chinese boy?" The general gritted his teeth and said, "Who is he?"
"It seems that a Chinese doctor invited by Thorpe's chief doctor detoxified the poison in Thorpe's body," the man said.
"You bastard!" The general was furious and said through gritted teeth, "How dare you ruin our plan? Find a few people to kill that kid and prepare our Plan B."
"Yes!" Everyone nodded.
American Federation.
In front of the White House, a luxury car stopped.
Thorpe, with a big belly and a very ill-fitting suit, personally drove Guo Yi to the luxury car.
"Mr. Guo, thank you very much." Thorpe held Guo Yi's hand.
"Yeah!" Guo Yi smiled lightly and didn't say much.
Guo Yi was determined to return to China. Thorpe showed great reluctance, especially when he learned from the intelligence agency personnel that Guo Yi was China's young master. He even showed a thirst for talents. He held Guo Yi's hand.
He held up his hand and hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Guo, if you are interested, you can come to the United States to settle down. I appreciate a strong and talented person like you. The United States is a country of immigrants. If you are willing to come, I can always help you."
I will issue you a green card and give you generous treatment. Do you think?"
"Not interested!" Guo Yi refused without hesitation.
"Why?" Thorpe asked in surprise.
In this world, how many people are eager to immigrate to the United States, and how many people want to go to the United States even to smuggle themselves into the United States. Not only because of the wealth of the United States, but also because of the stability, democracy, and harmony of the United States.
However, Guo Yi is different. He doesn't care. No matter where the Guo family is in the world, it's the same for Guo Yi.
What's more, Guo Yi believes that he is a Chinese in his heart. He will never abandon his motherland easily.
"Because I am Chinese." Guo Yi smiled, turned around and got in the car.
Leaving Thorpe with a majestic figure.
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Thailand, Bangkok.
Located at the end of Bangkok's Golden Street, there is a magnificent and complex building. The building is completely dark. This is Bangkok's Temple Arun, second only to Temple of the Emerald Buddha and Wat Pho. Its architectural style is very grand, with a huge pagoda in the middle.
There are various complex carvings on the outside of the minaret, and are inlaid with various colored ceramic pieces, glass and shells. There are four accompanying towers surrounding it, forming a large and beautiful group of towers.
May 15th.
Temple Arun is closed and does not accept visitors. Tourists can only visit outside. Many tour groups arrive at Temple Arun and return without success.
"It's strange, why is Temple Arun closed today?"
"Who knows!"
"It seems like fifteen years have passed since the last time the pagoda of Temple Arun was closed? It is said to have been a retreat ceremony for the fifteenth generation monk king of Temple Arun. Unexpectedly, fifteen years later, the pagoda will be closed again!"
The tourists visiting Arun Temple were talking a lot, and everyone was very curious.
At this time, in the pagoda in the center of King Arun Temple, a ceremony was beginning.
Five eminent monks were surrounding a naked man. The man was covered in scars and burns. The top of his head was completely naked, and his chest, back, arms, legs... were all covered in scarlet muscles, and there was a
Large scars.
This is the fifth month since Li Mubai came to Thailand. Since he became a disciple of King Zheng in the temple, he recognized the monk King as his adoptive father, and devoted himself to hard training. Today, he finally met the requirements of the monk king. He plans to use secret methods to improve his strength.
.
"Mubai, are you sure?" The monk king walked up to Li Mubai with a solemn look on his face.
"Sure!" Li Mubai nodded and said: "I must improve my strength. I am not willing to be just an ordinary person. I am not satisfied with the realm of martial arts master. I want a higher realm, the way of heaven, and even Wuji!"
The Monk King glanced at Li Mubai, and then said leisurely: "You know, the reason why the secret method is called a secret method is because it is too sinister."
"I know!" Li Mubai nodded and said: "Even if I have a narrow escape, I will try my best. How can I swallow the hatred of family destruction and genocide? Rather than letting me live in an ignoble existence, it is better to let me die.
Already."
"Alas..." The monk king sighed and said: "If you don't have the heart of the mortal world, how can you sincerely enter my Buddhist door? Forget it, I will grant your wish. However, there are many dangers in the blood pool. There are more than 100 dangers.
Was it a narrow escape? It’s still too late for you to regret it now.”
"Father, I'm a walking corpse even if I'm alive. It's better to let me enter the pool of blood and take advantage of it." Li Mubai had a burning hatred in his heart. For Guo Yi, he could only kill endlessly. However, Guo Yi's strength has surpassed all others.
Human imagination. Even the top masters like Lu Fenghua of the Lu family were easily killed by Guo Yi. It is conceivable that Guo Yi's strength may have reached the realm of heaven or even higher.
