After Zhao Ju got what he wanted, he immediately pulled Su Xiaoshuang away without waiting for the young man to react.
“Hey hey!”
The young man stretched out his hand, but before he could stop them, he was surprised to find that the two men had disappeared without a trace.
The speed is too fast!
Damn, I didn’t get the girl, and I even got something stolen!
Although it is not a valuable item, when has Zhao Fangming, the famous playboy of his 5th team, ever suffered such a loss?
It's so embarrassing!
"Find it for me, even if it means digging three feet underground!"
Zhao Fangming said angrily.
Zhao Dalangzi, who had always been a playboy without getting hurt, hit a wall today and was tricked.
The lackeys behind him were all laughing in their hearts.
But he still honestly searched towards the place where the two women left.
After all, Zhao Fangming had a strong background, being the offspring of a prominent figure in Kyoto. His trip to the southwest to build the shelter was more about gaining merit than contributing.
These people knew very well that although Zhao Fangming was just an ordinary member of the 5th Special Team.
Once the White Tiger Refuge City is built, he will immediately rise to prominence and be entrusted with important tasks when he returns to Kyoto.
By then, the people around you will also rise to prosper and become prosperous together.
"Hmph! If you don't take the soft approach, then use the hard approach!"
When Zhao Fangming thought of the two women's bodies, each more sexy than the other, a surge of evil fire rose in his heart.
Even before the darkness resurfaced.
He has seen many beautiful women of all kinds.
But he had only seen two girls like these, each with her own charm and grace, in his life.
Although she is not stunningly beautiful.
But in this doomsday, when women are wanted by countless people, they are absolutely rare.
Zhao Fangming had not taken a few steps when he was still thinking about how to find the two women and tie them up in the tent.
Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder.
He turned around and happened to see a thin boy with delicate features, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Fangming asked curiously.
"No one, just want to talk to you."
Before he could react, the thin man in front of him suddenly grabbed his neck with a huge force.
He was startled.
The twelve martial arts taught by the military were activated instantly. He lowered his shoulders and punched the man's chin.
Twelve Chinese Martial Arts: Collapse Fist!
The Twelve Martial Arts were created by the Twelve Generals and have the power to allow ordinary soldiers to fight against those with special abilities.
The instantaneous burst of combat power is enough to allow an ordinary person to temporarily gain combat power that surpasses that of a superpower.
After the outbreak of darkness, people with special abilities quickly rose up and caused a lot of trouble to the Chinese military.
Often, a dozen soldiers armed with firearms can hardly pose any threat to a team of psychics.
Faced with the increasing number of casualties, the Chinese top leaders finally made a decision.
Before long, this set of national martial arts, which was kept secret by the Chinese top leaders, gradually became popular in the military regions.
At present, this set of national martial arts has gradually become popular in various armies, but there are only a few people who can practice the twelve national martial arts to perfection.
Zhao Fangming was born into a military family and has studied the Twelve Chinese Martial Arts since childhood. Although he is a playboy, he is not weak in martial arts.
It has at least fifty or sixty points of combat power.
So, when he threw this punch, he was full of confidence.
But a crisp snapping sound suddenly rang out.
The man in front of him suddenly had a black metallic sheen on his chin. His punch hit it like hitting a steel plate.
The wrist was shattered directly!
“Woo woo!”
His pupils suddenly dilated, and his face was filled with pain, as if he wanted to wail.
But someone was strangling his neck, and the wailing finally turned into a faint whimpering sound.
Xia Mu carried Zhao Fangming like he was catching a chicken, and walked step by step out of the downtown area.
He randomly found a secluded corner and threw Zhao Fangming to the ground.
“Cough cough cough!”
Zhao Fangming coughed dryly, gasped with a flushed face, and looked at Xia Mu in fear.
"Who the hell are you?! What are you going to do?!"
"Do you know who I am? If you kill me, I will make sure you can't leave this camp!"
Xia Mu scratched his ear.
A slender, pitch-black Tang sword appeared in his hand.
At the hilt of the knife, the faint light in the skull's eyes kept flickering.
A strong ominous aura emanated from the blade.
When Zhao Fangming saw the uniquely shaped black knife, he froze for a moment.
"You, you are the Sword God...?"
He finally recognized Xia Mu.
At the same time, memories suddenly emerged in my mind.
No wonder!
No wonder he felt so familiar when he saw the girl in the orange coat!
Isn’t this the woman who stood with the Sword God when Tiandao was broadcasting live the Space-Time Rift Arena?
He is ranked second and his name is Zhao Ju.
And the person in front of him is none other than the Sword God who is regarded as an idol by countless people with special abilities!
This was also the man who fought with He Lancheng, one of the Twelve Generals, a few days ago and beat him so hard that he vomited blood!
"Recognized?"
Xia Mu looked at Zhao Fangming with amusement, holding the Guiche sword, and walked towards him step by step.
"Sword God, Great Sword God! Let's talk it over nicely!"
"I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have set my sights on your woman!"
Zhao Fangming no longer had the arrogance and domineering look he had before.
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