Bablu was about to say something to comfort Sambike.
The subordinate next to him suddenly shouted:
"Boss, they are coming."
I saw a Bentley approaching on the road in the distance with its headlights on.
After getting close to them.
Bentley stopped.
Wu Yong and the other four got out of the car one after another.
Bablu raised his hand and said: "Get ready."
Kaka.
The men all opened the safety on the firearms in their hands, ready to attack at any time.
The sound of rushing together.
It's quite clear from a distance.
Wu Shuhao said nervously: "Senior Wu, they seem to have turned on the insurance. How about we stop negotiating and just take action?"
Wu Yong smiled: "Don't worry, I'm here now, I have to go over and see you."
Once I hear it, I still want to go.
Wu Shuhao immediately retreated.
It's not that he has no confidence in Wu Yong, but he is really afraid that Wu Yong won't be able to take care of him for a while and he will be hit by a stray bullet or something.
However, his daughter Wu Ji is more courageous.
Wu Ji said: "Father, as Senior Wu said, we will go over there. As long as Senior Wu is here, nothing will happen to us."
When she said this, Wu Shuhao could only swallow it in his stomach no matter how much he thought.
Wu Shuhao nodded and said: "Yes, it will be fine. Let's go over there."
So under the leadership of Wu Yong.
The four of them walked to the opposite side of the black men.
When Bablu saw them coming, he waved his hand, and a roaring crowd surrounded them.
Then Bablu laughed crazily:
"Hahaha."
"Wu Shuhao, you are so brave!"
"How dare so many people come to negotiate!"
He used the language of his native country, and there was a black man next to him who knew Chinese and helped him translate.
After hearing this, Wu Yong laughed softly and said: "We are just here to negotiate. We don't need to bring too many people. The four of us are enough."
The translator told Bablu Wu Yong's original words.
Bablu grinned, revealing his white teeth with extremely contrasting colors.
"Young man from China, you are very confident. I have hundreds of people here, all with guns. Why do you four come here to negotiate with me?
Do you know my nickname in China, Bablu? Black Butcher, I never care about killing. I have countless lives on my hands. If you don’t want to die, just hand over half of your territory. We can be friends and I will protect you from now on.
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Otherwise, you will all die here today. I guarantee that not even a single bone of you will be left!"
When Bablu spoke, his eyes were extremely fierce.
There is no doubt about it.
He is a ruthless and ruthless hero.
But what surprised him was.
His threats seemed to have no effect on Wu Yong and the others.
The expressions of the four of them did not change at all.
There were even three people with slight smiles on their lips.
The look in his eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot.
Bablu got angry and asked: "What are you laughing at! Is what I said funny?"
Wu Yong said: "Of course it's funny."
Bablu took out his gun, gritted his teeth and asked, "What's so funny!"
Wu Yong said in a deep voice: "I'm here to negotiate with you, not to give you territory. But to ask you to take your people and get out of China obediently. Otherwise, you and your men will have to pay here tonight.
A very painful price to pay. Please note, I am not kidding you."
The translator was stunned when he heard this.
He thought to himself: Is there something wrong with the Chinese guy across from him? With so many people and so many guns, he still dares to threaten the boss!
Simply looking for death!
The translator couldn't stand Wu Yong, so he repeated what he said to Bablu with added embarrassment.
Bablu was furious when he heard this. He shouted: "You are looking for death! You are looking for death! Beat them and sieve them!"
At this time.
Sambik shouted: "Wait, stop!"
Sambike's voice was extremely loud, and his shouts made the eardrums of those around him buzz.
Everyone in the audience looked at him blankly.
Don't know what he is going to do.
Under the gaze of everyone, Sambike took two steps forward, shook his neck and made a crackling sound like a cannon.
"My boss Bablu, you seem to have promised me that you want me to have a good time. I don't want them to have turned into a sieve before I take action."
Bablu held his head with both hands and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh! My Sambike, I almost forgot your existence. I shouldn't ignore you. You should take action to tear these people into pieces. You
Are you willing?"
Only then did Sambik smile with satisfaction: "I am happy to serve you."
He shook his shoulders, walked forward, and walked to the opposite side of Wu Yong.
The translator followed Bablu's order and introduced him to Wu Yong and others.
"Boss Bablu asked me to tell you that this Sambic, known as the Big Devil Bik, is his most proud subordinate. The Big Devil Bik is famous in Africa. He once fought with tigers and lions and tore them apart with his bare hands.
, you will only die if you meet him."
Wu Yong was delighted when he heard this.
Good guy.
This big guy's name is quite interesting.
He was actually called Demon King Piccolo.
If he were Piccolo, he would still be Sun Wukong.
Wu Yong chuckled and raised his fingers towards the Big Demon King Piccolo.
"Come, Demon King Piccolo, let me test your quality."
Sangbik saw Wu Yong's provocative gesture.
He roared angrily.
Tsk la.
The clothes on his upper body were torn apart by him, revealing the angular black muscles underneath.
Those lines full of explosive power, combined with his huge body, bring extremely powerful visual impact.
It is estimated that ordinary people will be frightened to pee when they see this scene.
"I'm going to tear you apart!"
Sangbike screamed fiercely and rushed towards Wu Yong and the others.
Despite his huge body.
But his speed was not affected at all.
In just a few steps, he reached Wu Yong.
He waved his fist, which was bigger than a sandbag, and hit Wu Yong on the head.
Hula.
Because the strength and speed are far beyond ordinary people.
When Sambique punched out, even the air made an explosion sound.
The black people gathered in a circle and exclaimed.
"Wow, Sambic is so awesome."
"As expected of the Great Demon King Piccolo."
"Those thin Chinese people, their brains are about to explode!"
Bang.
In the blink of an eye, Sambique's fist hit.
After a muffled sound.
What came first was not the scream from Wu Yong as the black people thought.
Instead, Sambike's cry of pain came first.
"Ah, it hurts!"
"It hurts!"
Sambic, who fought against civilization with endurance and resistance, could actually cry out in pain!
The whole audience was shocked!
They all focused their attention on Wu Yong.
I saw Wu Yong still standing in the same place.
He lifted it up with one hand.
It doesn't look like it's doing anything.
But Sambik had already stepped aside, covering his arm and yelling.
Those with sharp eyes can discover something fishy through observation.
One of Sambike's arms swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Look like that.
It seems like a comminuted fracture! (To be continued)