"Master Jiu, this is the situation..." Mr. Fang, with a pale face, stood aside and told Hong Jiuling the whole story from beginning to end.
Nowadays, the temperature is not very low, but Hong Jiuling is wrapped in a thick quilt. He puts his hands into his sleeves, and his eyes are particularly lazy.
From this perspective, there is nothing special about him.
This is indeed the case. Like Feng Zhiyong, he has no awakening ability and his identity is just that of an ordinary person.
This is even a bit far-fetched. The two leaders, one advocating conservatism and the other advocating war, are actually both mortals.
To be able to achieve such great glory in such difficult circumstances, it can be seen that both of them must be heroes among men. The former relied on the prestige accumulated in peacetime, while Hong Jiuling was ruthless and would do anything to achieve his goals, which is why he had such a great foundation.
Next to Hong Jiuling, there were two girls who looked not very old kneeling, gently massaging his legs. They were only wearing a thin layer of gauze, and their bodies were clearly visible.
The most shocking thing is that even when wearing these clothes, the girls did not show any shyness. Instead, they seemed to have accepted their fate and served Hong Jiuling meticulously.
This kind of deformed interpersonal relationship seems to appear only at the end of collapse.
"You mean, you messed up. You brought so many people with you, and you didn't even move a muscle, and you just let them go like that?" Hong Jiuling sat on the chair and spoke lightly.
Mr. Fang looked a little nervous after hearing what Hong Jiuling said. He reported truthfully, "Chen Feng and his group of five are all masters. In addition, there is a little girl who is even more powerful. She looks only seven or eight years old, but she is like a demon. If she fights, I am no match for her."
Lesser demon.
Even now when he thought of the figure of the evil demon, Mr. Fang still felt a lingering fear. He still couldn't understand how a seemingly young child could reveal such a cold murderous intent, to the point that even Li Chiyu and he were frightened and dared not act rashly.
"Not an opponent?" Hong Jiuling raised his head. Mr. Fang only felt a strong pressure suddenly pressing down on him.
Although Hong Jiuling is just an ordinary person, perhaps because he has been in a high position for a long time, his pressure is so strong that even Mr. Fang couldn't help but shut his mouth under the pressure.
However, why a strong man at the peak of the silver level would be so obedient to an ordinary person, the secret behind it is a little unknown.
The four masters who were feared by all conservatives were all loyal to Hong Jiuling. Even Weng Ziqiang, who was known as a madman, followed his lead.
This Weng Ziqiang is a little different from ordinary people. Simply put, he is a patient suffering from mania. Even the slightest displeasure will make him go berserk and kill people. Once he goes crazy, he will not distinguish between friend and foe. When he is in the mood for killing, he will even use the warriors beside him as weapons, grabbing the opponent's ankles and swinging and hitting them wildly. In the end of the fight, although the monster died, the warrior in his hand had already died and turned into a stiff corpse.
But such a person, when facing Hong Jiuling, was as docile as a cat. It can be seen that the other party may really have some abilities that ordinary people do not understand.
The same was true for Mr. Fang. As a scientific madman, he was notoriously unruly and immersed in his own research. However, Hong Jiuling made some kind of promise to the other party that actually persuaded him to work for him.
At this time, Mr. Fang moved his lips and was about to break the deadlock, but Hong Jiuling did a crazy move. He picked up the gun on the table and pointed it directly at the girl's head.
"Bang!"
As soon as the gunshots rang out,
The vibrant life came to an abrupt end, and half of the head exploded directly in front of the gunpowder.
There was a scream from the other side.
The girl who was massaging her right leg was shot in the head by Hong Jiuling. The distance was so close that a large stain of blood even landed on Hong Jiuling's face.
Hong Jiuling took a deep breath, and seemed to enjoy the beauty's blood in the air. Even the blue veins in his neck were bulging, his eyes were misty, and he felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
Seeing this scene, Mr. Fang's whole body seemed to be numb, and every thought was filled with horror. Even though he created the alien species, the Corpse King, based on humans, he still couldn't get used to it every time he saw Hong Jiuling killing beautiful women by means of living sacrifice.
"The most important thing in life is to be able to bend and stretch. Of course, you can squeeze a persimmon at will, but if it is a stone, you have to consider other ways to deal with it." Hong Jiuling said this without any expression.
"What does Master Jiu mean?" Mr. Fang's eyebrows trembled and he bent his body even lower.
"He owns a city and is surrounded by experts. No one has underestimated his strength." Hong Jiuling whispered, "It's not a fight to the death. In this situation, I can compete fairly with Feng Zhiyong. Young people pursue only two things: women and face. Send Luo Yao to Chen Feng to warm his bed tomorrow."
Luo Yao, this person does not have strong fighting power, but she has the ability to change into any person's appearance as long as she wants.
Sometimes she is a saint who is unparalleled in purity, and sometimes she is an enchanting enchantress. One person can have tens of millions of changes.
This kind of ability is simply unheard of and unseen. Having one person is equivalent to owning countless beauties. In the past, this woman was Hong Jiuling's forbidden delicacy, but in order to make friends with Chen Feng, Hong Jiuling did not hesitate at all and directly handed over his woman to him.
"Also, Feng Zhiyong can invite him to a banquet, and so can I. Zhang Xueyuan still has a few animals. We can slaughter them and prepare a banquet for Chen Feng to save his life."
"Master Jiu wants to give up Zhang Xueyuan?" Mr. Fang was shocked and then asked.
Zhang Xueyuan is an animal tamer, and he relies on the animals he trains. But now, Hong Jiuling wants to cook all the wild beasts Zhang Xueyuan raises into meat. Without his animals, Zhang Xueyuan is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, and is completely at the mercy of others.
"Now is a critical period. I don't want anything to happen that will affect the plan. Chen Feng is an unexpected event. We must stabilize him first. If sacrificing Zhang Xueyuan can bring us stability, there is no need to hesitate." Hong Jiuling stretched his hands into his sleeves again, as if he was extremely afraid of the cold: "I'll leave this matter to you. Do it more perfectly."
Mr. Fang nodded, turned around, closed the door and walked out.
Hong Jiuling huddled in his cotton-padded jacket, looking at the tightly closed door. Suddenly, a strange red light flashed before his eyes.
The body on the ground, the blood on the face, the red light in the eyes.
At this moment, Hong Jiuling was reflected by these scenes, just like a bloodthirsty beast, without mercy and humanity...