"Master? Are you talking about him?" Mingtong's disciple suddenly remembered a person.
"Yes, that's him - the Dragon King, the leader of the ten dragons in Beijing!" Master Mingtong said with a ferocious face: "He has taken advantage of us several times, it's time for him to take action!"
The Dragon King, this terrifying existence, controls many forces in Yanxia far away in Country M. Once he takes action, I don't know what kind of horror it will be...
It's really a wave that just calmed down, and then another dark wave surged.
At this moment, outside the villa where Yang Tong was, Qiu Renkun's men who were not seriously injured were constantly cleaning the battlefield. Soon, they had cleaned up the originally messy yard.
However, at this moment, everyone's faces were full of grief.
Because of this battle, more than ten of their men died and fifty others were seriously injured. Everyone else was more or less injured.
Liu Mang and Qiu Renkun were supported by two people. They looked at the corpse in front of them quietly, with endless chill in their eyes.
"Boss, this revenge must be avenged!" After a long silence, Qiu Renkun finally uttered a sentence.
"Lao Qiu, don't worry. I will chop off the heads of Master Mingtong and his six disciples to pay homage to our brothers." Liu Mang quietly looked at the dozen corpses in front of him, and then looked at the The torn wound said solemnly.
Hearing this, Qiu Renkun nodded fiercely. He really couldn't let go of this hatred without killing Master Mingtong and others.
After taking a deep breath, he waved his hand gently, and a group of black-clad guards carried the corpses, supported the injured and slowly left, disappearing into the dark night.
It wasn't until Qiu Renkun left that the old ghost said quietly: "Boy, as the so-called gentleman takes revenge, it is never too late in ten years. Na Mingtong is a martial arts master, and a senior martial arts master. If you want to take revenge, you must improve your strength. .. ... .”
"Don't worry, Master. I won't take risks until I'm sure of killing him!" Liu Mang said softly, looking at the night sky. There was a lingering hatred in his eyes.
The old ghost nodded and said softly: "As long as you know, I'm leaving."
"Master, are you leaving now?" Liu Mang was stunned for a moment.
"If I don't leave, Hanming Prison may explode." The old ghost said with an indifferent smile. As he spoke, he reached into Liu Mang's trouser pocket and took out Liu Mang's half-smoked pack of male lions, then lit one and slowly walked out of the villa and disappeared into the dark night.
Qiu Renkun and others had just left when Wei An and Yang Bin finally arrived with hundreds of patrol officers. However, they could only see the broken ground and the blood that had not yet had time to dry up.
... ... .
The long night...
Outside Hanming Prison, the gatekeeper tried his best to open his eyes wide and scan the surroundings.
Hanming Prison is a special prison. It is very tightly guarded and one should not be careless about the access control.
Suddenly, the door guard's eyes narrowed...
In the dark night, a figure walked slowly. The man had a cigarette in his mouth, and the red dot on the cigarette end shone with the man's breath.
"Huh? Is there anyone coming to visit the prison at this time?" The gatekeeper's eyes narrowed, his energy instantly returned to its peak, and he stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer.
When the man came in front of him, the guard immediately changed his color and screamed in horror: "You? It's you. Aren't you locked up in the black prison area? You...how did you get out?"
"Of course I'm going to come out." The old ghost said indifferently. With that said, he walked towards the prison passage under the shocked gaze of the gatekeeper.
"Ah, boss, it's not good!" Until the old ghost was about to enter the prison passage, the door guard finally woke up from the shock and instantly sounded the alarm.
In the prison lounge, warden Wen Yong was sleeping. Hearing the alarm, he was instantly frightened and rushed out disheveled.
"What's going on?" As soon as he rushed out, he saw that the guards in the entire prison had shocked faces, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Boss, you... look!" A warden pointed to the passage of the prison.
"Old... old ghost?" Looking at the old ghost in the passage, Wen Yong's eyes suddenly condensed.
The next moment, he roared: "Who the hell let him out?"
"Boss, no one is letting him go. It's him who got out!" A prison guard said tremblingly.
"What? Did he come out on his own?" Wen Yong took two steps back, his face full of horror.
Although he had a premonition that this prison would not be able to trap the old ghost, he never expected that it would really not be able to trap the old ghost.
The next moment, he directly pulled out the gun from his waist, rushed over, and shouted sternly: "Tell me, how did you get out?"
"Don't point the gun at me." The old ghost smoked a cigarette indifferently and looked at Wen Yong indifferently.
However, Wen Yong did not take the old ghost's warning to heart. He kept pointing the gun at the old ghost and his voice became increasingly fierce: "Tell me, how did you get out?"
The old ghost took a deep drag on the cigarette, and then the cigarette butt flew out of his mouth...
stop!
The moment the cigarette butt flew out, with terrifying power, it shot into the muzzle of the gun in Wen Yong's hand with sparks...
In an instant, Wen Yong felt that his arm was shaking, as if it was about to break. He could no longer hold the gun steady and smashed it to the ground... At the same time, a few drops of blood dripped down from his hand... His tiger's mouth It actually tore apart. It was shattered by the terrifying power brought by that cigarette butt!
"This...how is this possible?"
Wen Yong stared blankly at the pistol on the ground, and then at the old ghost a few meters away, feeling a turmoil in his heart.
It's just a cigarette butt, how can it be spit out from this old ghost's mouth with such terrifying force
If... the cigarette butt just hit was not the muzzle of the gun, but my head or heart, wouldn't I be killed by this cigarette butt?
Thinking of this, Wen Yong's whole body was instantly wet with cold sweat...
Looking at Wen Yong who was stunned with fear, the old ghost smiled indifferently, and then disappeared into the dark passage, heading to his exclusive black prison area.
"This... who is this old ghost? How could he be so scary?" Wen Yong finally woke up until the old ghost's figure disappeared, and he roared with a trembling voice. He seemed to be asking the prison guards around him.
As the warden, he didn't even know, and neither did anyone else.
... ...
In Yang Tong's villa, Liu Mang was lying on the bed in a room, his whole body wrapped in white gauze.
This injury will last for ten or eight days, and I will definitely not be able to get out of bed.
Liu Mang just lay on the bed, his eyes as cold as ice. Suddenly, he stretched out one hand, grabbed the mobile phone in his hand, and dialed Qiu Renkun's number directly.
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"Lao Qiu, how many people do you have?"
On the other end of the phone, the doctor had just cleaned Qiu Renkun's wound and applied medicine. He said in a deep voice: "Boss, I have about ten thousand people under my direct command."
"Ten thousand?" Liu Mang frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice: "Where are the other forces that are friendly with you? How many people are there in total?"
"Boss, including those forces that are friendly with me, there are at least 30,000 people." Qiu Renkun thought for a moment and said.
"Okay!" Liu Mang's eyes flashed: "I will give you a task now."
"Boss, what's the mission?" Qiu Renkun's face in the villa suddenly became solemn.
Liu Mang said coldly: "I want you to use Haishi as your base to unify the country's underground world."
In the villa, Qiu Anyi was trembling all over, and his voice was trembling: "Unify... unify the underworld across the country?"
"Yes! Is there a problem?" Liu Mang's voice was filled with endless majesty.
Although he was injured, it did not prevent him from carrying out the tasks assigned to him by Mr. Chen. At this moment, he began to spread out across the country.
"Boss, my 30,000 people are enough to sweep through the underground forces in any province, but if they are separated, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. Moreover, my men currently lack top-level combat power." Qiu Renkun said honestly. Ever since the two top masters around him, Jingfeng and Luoyu, were killed by Liu Mang, he was missing two powerful players.
Liu Mang said indifferently: "Don't worry, I will let the people of Fushou Group and Black Rose cooperate with you. Fushou Group also has several top killers. Any one of them can kill Jingfeng and Jingfeng who were around you. Luo Yu... As for Black Rose... She is also pretty good, but don't put her in too dangerous a place. Do you understand?"
"Yes, boss!" Qiu Renkun's eyes flashed, and his face flashed with unprecedented excitement.
He himself is one of the three overlords in the underground world of Hai City, and his power can be said to be one of the most terrifying forces in the southern provinces. Now with the help of the terrifying killer group of Fushou Regiment, he is confident to expand his territory for Liu Mang.
"Go and make arrangements now. Don't make me wait too long!" Liu Mang said calmly in Yang Tong's villa, and then hung up.
Just after hanging up, he thought for a moment and dialed Mr. Chen's number.
Not long after the call, Mr. Chen's old voice came to my ears: "Boy, are you okay?"
"It's okay, he's still alive!" Liu Mang shook his head and said.
Mr. Chen has eyes all over the country. He knows that Liu Mang's injury is completely normal.
Hearing that Liu Mang was okay, Mr. Chen on the other end of the phone seemed relieved, and then said: "Call me so late. Is something okay?"
Liu Mang took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, please take care of things over there. My people will be heading to all parts of the country soon."
Mr. Chen on the other end of the phone nodded and said in a deep voice: "Just hand me a list!"
"Okay!" Liu Mang responded calmly and hung up the phone.
While Liu Mang was on the phone with Mr. Chen, Qiu Renkun also made several calls in succession.
That night, a car quietly drove away from Haishi and spread towards the surrounding provinces. It is conceivable that after tonight, the entire underground world of Yanxia will be completely shaken.
... ...
After arranging everything, Liu Mang lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.
In the kitchen, Yang Tong was making soup for Liu Mang.
Liu Mang's injury this time was not just external, but also terrible internal injuries. He needed to drink some medicine to treat internal injuries.
After brewing the medicine, Yang Tong brought it into the room and gave it to Liu Mang to drink.
Looking at Liu Mang's body wrapped in white gauze, Yang Tong felt extremely distressed and couldn't help but said softly: "Liu... Liu Wang, does it hurt?"
Liu Mang took the medicine from Yang Tong, swallowed it in one gulp, and said with a smile: "It hurts? It's just a minor injury. There's no question of whether it hurts or not."
Hearing this, Yang Tong couldn't help but notice the horrific scars on Liu Mang's body, and then asked: "You... what did you do before? Why do you have so many injuries?"
"Before?" Liu Mang's eyes suddenly became a little confused.
He instantly thought of those days when he crawled out of the dead...
After a long time, Liu Mang said softly: "Oh, what I used to do was a business of licking blood from the knife's edge!"
"The God of Death is your codename?" Yang Tong suddenly asked.
"Haha, it's all because of others." Liu Mang shook his head and said with a smile.
Yang Tong looked straight at Liu Mang and suddenly said: "My grandfather has a friend, his name is Liu Mang. He seems to be also called the God of Death!"
"Really? What a coincidence!" Liu Mang said with a faint smile. Then he added: "Actually, people are accustomed to calling a person who kills people like death the God of Death. Therefore, many people in this world will be called the God of Death."
"Maybe!" Yang Tong nodded gently, his eyes became complicated, and he whispered softly in his heart: "Although you don't want to admit it, I already know it. You are the Liu Mang, the one who killed Mo Wu Ji, Liu Mang who shocked Beijing. And Liu Mang who saved my grandfather from the sea of death. Thank you... "
She was murmuring in her heart. Suddenly, she lowered her head. Under Liu Mang's astonished gaze, her red lips were printed directly on Liu Mang's mouth.
Liu Mang not only saved her grandfather, but also saved her... Liu Mang is the benefactor of her family and the invincible hero in her heart.
She was willing to kiss this...