After the Black Dragon King left the Bellamy family, he went to join Lin Zhiming.
"How? Have you convinced them?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"No, but I still completed the task you assigned me." said the Black Dragon King.
"Oh? How do you say that?" Lin Zhiming asked curiously.
"They had doubts about my identity, but in order to squeeze out the value from me, they asked me to play seven games in the Death Arena within a week. As long as I played seven games, they would let me leave Wenzhou.
Town Town, I think our goal is to continue to be a target in the Death Arena anyway, so I agreed to his request. They will arrange a battle for me every day in the next week, and I will appear in everyone's sight every day.
This will provide convenience for those behind the scenes to kill people and silence them," the Black Dragon King said.
"I have a hunch that the mastermind behind the scenes may show up tomorrow," Lin Zhiming said.
"How do you say it?" Black Dragon King asked.
"Not only the mastermind behind the video can see it, but also the people from the Dragon Clan, so they must come to Winster Town as soon as possible to kill you, lest the Dragon Clan people come and send you away secretly," Lin Zhiming said.
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"That makes sense!" Black Dragon King nodded.
"The battle may be tomorrow night. You have to be careful. I will hide in the dark to protect you." Lin Zhiming said.
"Yeah!" The Black Dragon King nodded. Although he was arrogant, he didn't dare to be too boastful at this time. After all, the opponent was a character who could cripple himself in his prime state plus two buffs. If it weren't for Lin Zhiming
protection, then he may not be enough to kill the other party with one hand.
"Did the Bellamy family do anything else?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"They deprived me of my status as a member of the Bellamy family," the Black Dragon King said.
"That old guy Sisi is quite smart. He probably guessed that your enemies might come to your door, so he broke off the relationship with you first," Lin Zhiming said.
"I think so too," said the Black Dragon King.
"But it doesn't matter anymore. Our goal is to find out the mastermind behind the scenes. All actions must be based on this." Lin Zhiming said.
"clear!"
The next day, at dawn, the Bellamy family made an announcement.
Because Thunder failed to kill his opponent yesterday, the Bellamy family deprived him of his identity as a member of the Thunder family.
Such news shocked countless people. No one expected that the Bellamy family would expel him from the family because he failed to kill his opponent during a thunderstorm.
After all, Bao Lei's strength is there, he is definitely a very powerful warrior, and such a person is very useful to the Bellamy family.
Just when everyone was wondering about the Bellamy family's honey operation, the Bellamy family announced the number and list of tonight's battle.
In the column of major events, everyone saw Bao Lei's name.
Thunderbolt will have his fourth battle tonight!
Such an arrangement immediately made the onlookers excited. Yesterday, Baolei had just fought a wonderful battle, and today he immediately started fighting again. What does this mean? It is equivalent to the online writer who just broke the news yesterday, and today he immediately started another battle.
What's more, how can this not make people happy?
As a result, the tickets for the Death Arena that night were sold out as soon as they went on sale.
People have extremely strong enthusiasm for tonight's thunderous fourth battle.
afternoon…
A black car drove into the town of Winster.
There was only one man sitting in the car.
This man looks to be in his forties, with an Oriental appearance, he is thin, and his face is a bit gloomy.
The man parked his car in front of a hotel, got out of the car, walked into the hotel, and came to the hotel front desk.
"Sir, how can I help you?" a waiter asked with a smile.
"I want a ticket to the Death Arena." The man said expressionlessly.
"Okay, sir, this is how it is. Our tickets are linked to the room. The better the room, the better the tickets you can buy. What kind of room do you want?" the waiter asked.
"The most expensive one," the man said.
"Sir, you are so lucky. We still have one presidential suite. Tickets are the closest to the Death Arena. There are only five hotels with tickets. Can you pay by credit card?" the waiter asked with a smile.
"Swipe your card." The man said and took out a card from his body.
The waiter was just about to reach out to take the card, but a man in hip-hop clothing put a bank card into the waiter's hand first.
"I want the presidential suite," the hip-hop man said.
"Sir, this gentleman made the reservation first..." The waiter pointed to the man in front of him.
"Hey, brother, give me your room, don't make yourself uncomfortable." The hip-hop man looked at the man with a threatening look and said.
The two bodyguards in black suits behind him crossed their arms at the right time and looked at the man in warning.
The man didn't speak, he just took the card back silently.
The hip-hop man smiled with satisfaction, put his bank card into the waiter's hand and said, "Get a room."
"Okay..." The waiter didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only handle the procedures for the other party.
A few minutes later, the hip-hop man came to the presidential suite of the hotel.
Not long after arriving in the suite, the doorbell rang.
A bodyguard walked to the door and opened it, only to find that standing outside the door was the man who had just robbed the room.
"What do you want to do?" the bodyguard asked with an unkind expression.
The man didn't speak, but raised his hand and stretched it forward.
With a pop, the bodyguard's face tightened suddenly, and then he lowered his head and looked at his chest.
On his chest, a hand penetrated directly through his chest.
The bodyguard's pupils shrank suddenly.
The next moment, the bodyguard suddenly fell to the ground.
The man walked towards the room with his feet, his hands shaking casually, and the heart in his hands was still beating...
Night falls.
Today's Death Arena is still as crowded as yesterday. Although it is still some time before the battle starts, everyone's mood is extremely high, and some people even pulled out banners supporting Thunderstorm.
Lin Zhiming was hidden among the crowd.
Because there were too many people at the scene, Lin Zhiming couldn't pay attention to everyone here. He could only focus on the Death Arena.
In his opinion, the simplest way for the mastermind behind the scenes to silence the Black Dragon King is when the Black Dragon King is fighting his opponent. At this time, the Black Dragon King's attention is focused on his opponent. If he is strong enough, he can defeat the Black Dragon King.
When the king attacks, he suddenly bursts out and can definitely kill the Black Dragon King within three moves!
Therefore, he only needs to pay attention to the Death Arena. Once an unknown person attacks the Death Arena, he can rush to the Death Arena as soon as possible.
Time passed little by little.
A few unimportant battles ended quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it’s half past nine in the evening.
Under the gaze of everyone, the Black Dragon King and his opponent took the stage.
Many people at the scene chanted Baolei's name. It only took three battles for the Black Dragon King to gain a lot of fans.
The opponent of the Black Dragon King was a strong man, his face was full of fighting spirit, and he was not afraid of the Black Dragon King because of his strength.
The Black Dragon King and the man stood opposite each other, and the host was doing a useless identity acceptance for the two of them.
The Black Dragon King's eyes scanned the auditorium imperceptibly.
Will the mastermind behind the scenes be hiding in the audience?
"Now I announce that tonight's battle has officially begun!!" the host said loudly.
Following the host's order, the opponent of the Black Dragon King took long strides and rushed towards the Black Dragon King.
The Black Dragon King took a deep breath and focused his attention on the opponent in front of him.
The next moment, the Black Dragon Dynasty rushed towards its opponent.
Many people at the scene were excitedly watching the Death Arena...
At such a moment, the man in the seat suddenly rushed toward the Death Arena with a vigorous stride.
This man's position is about three meters away from the Death Arena, which is a very close position to the Death Arena.
The man's speed was extremely fast, and he had rushed to the Death Arena almost in an instant.
This sudden intruder caught everyone at the scene off guard. No one expected that someone would break into the Death Arena.
The intruder was so fast that before the two people on the scene could react, he had already arrived behind the Black Dragon King, and then punched the Black Dragon King fiercely in the back.
At this time, the Black Dragon King's attention was on the opponent in front of him, and he seemed not to realize that a person appeared behind him.
Just as the punch was about to land on the Black Dragon King, a black shadow flashed past and appeared next to the intruder.
next moment…
boom!
There was a loud noise.
The intruder was like a passerby who was hit by a high-speed car while crossing the road. He flew straight to the side.
boom!
There was a loud noise.
The intruder hit the far wall so hard that a crater was created in the wall.
The scene fell into dead silence for an instant.
No one expected that after another intruder appeared in the Death Arena, another person appeared and beat the intruder away.
Could this person be a member of the Bellamy family?
Just when everyone was suspicious, the intruder who was knocked into the wall suddenly slapped the wall behind him.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and everyone felt the entire wall shake violently.
Afterwards, the intruders were shot towards the Death Arena like cannonballs.
At the same time, the Black Dragon King raised his foot and kicked his opponent away, then turned to face the intruder.
One meter away from the Black Dragon King, Lin Zhiming was already standing there, also facing the intruder.
The intruder rushed towards the two of them. His face was extremely cold, but the murderous intent on his body was like a stormy wave.
"Old Hei, retreat!" Lin Zhiming's pupils shrank and he shouted quickly.