Zhang Yuanlei publicly denounced Yuan Changkong.
"Shut up!"
“Yuan Changkong, you have no right to say these things.”
"Ye Feng only kills villains like you, wolves in sheep's clothing."
"This time, if Ye Feng hadn't intervened in time to kill the old eunuch Wei Jinzhong, forcefully destroyed the embassies of more than a dozen countries, and recovered our country's top military secrets..."
"The country will suffer enormous losses!"
"It's all because of you and those traitors like Wei Jinzhong. How come I never saw through you before? You old codger, you've been hiding it really well."
"But it's not too late now."
Yuan Changkong snorted coldly and said shamelessly.
"What traitor? Don't put it so harshly. I was just doing some business with foreign friends."
"There is no one in this world who does not love money."
"How about this, you let me go, and I'll give each of you 50 billion US dollars, how about it?"
Yuan Changkong's words were full of temptation.
Five hundred billion US dollars is equivalent to nearly four hundred billion Chinese dollars. Anyone would be tempted by that.
Yuan Changkong had a playful smile on his lips, and with an air of complete confidence, he said.
"How about it, Wang Yuanlei? Don't turn down money."
Even if you don't want the money, don't block other people's path to wealth.
After speaking, he looked meaningfully at Zhuge Wuwo and the others behind him.
These words were quite malicious.
It was clearly meant to sow discord.
Snap—
Zhuge Wuwo stepped forward and slapped Yuan Changkong, sending him flying. The slap knocked down a courtyard wall behind him.
Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and rubble was scattered all around.
"Pah, you traitor, you still want to bribe us."
"Not everyone is as shameless as you, betraying your country and your nation."
Later, a group of veteran war gods who had experienced the catastrophe of the last century deeply hated traitors and cursed Yuan Changkong.
"You traitorous dog, why waste words with him? Kill him!"
"What I hate most is traitors!"
May he die a horrible death!
Zhang Yuanlei sneered.
"See that, Yuan Changkong? Your stinking money can't buy anyone off."
"Today, we are here to execute you."
Just as they were about to make a move, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"You must not kill him."
Then a few Americans strode in.
These people were sent by the US Platinum Palace.
The leader was a blond, blue-eyed young man, tall and thin, wearing a gray striped suit with a white handkerchief pinned to his breast pocket, giving him a somewhat British look.
This man is named Lauren Adil, the nephew of Jason Statham, the US Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, and a peak-level Martial Master.
Behind him followed hundreds of top experts.
The most eye-catching person was a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance, dressed in all black, with a black belt around her waist.
Black hair tie.
A black scarf.
Black knee-high boots.
In short, the woman was dressed entirely in black from head to toe.
Furthermore, upon closer inspection, one can discover that even her eyeballs are completely black, which is quite eerie.
Her cultivation level was a second-grade Martial Soul, second only to the old War God Zhuge Wuwo.
However, she exuded a dangerous aura that made people feel very uncomfortable.
However, Ye Feng didn't pay much attention to this Black Widow.
His gaze fell on an ordinary-looking white man at the back of the crowd.
This person's apparent cultivation level is only at the first rank of Martial Grandmaster.
But it gave Ye Feng a very strange feeling.
There seemed to be a hidden power within this person, which even he couldn't see through.
Beside him, Jiang Yinuo leaned close to Ye Feng and whispered something to him.
"Junior brother, have you seen that woman in black?"
"She is ranked 208th on the list of the world's top 500 assassins, codenamed Black Widow."
"Don't underestimate her. Her cultivation is far more than it appears on the surface."
Beside her, Liu Shiru nodded and said.
"The United States must have made full preparations to send them to rescue Yuan Changkong."
"Many of these people are top experts ranked between 200 and 300 on the assassin list."
Upon seeing this group of people, Yuan Changkong, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, quickly led a group of his men to meet them.
"Mr. Lauren, you've finally arrived."
"Haha, I knew that Foreign Minister Statham would save me."
With reinforcements arriving, Yuan Changkong's arrogance returned. He turned and looked at Wang Yuanlei and the others with disdain, saying smugly.
"Wang Yuanlei, I told you you can't kill me. With Americans backing me up, I'm not afraid of you..."
puff--
Ye Feng slapped him to death from a distance, causing him to explode in mid-air in a cloud of blood mist.
Lauren, standing to the side, had her outstretched hand still in mid-air, her clean striped suit now splattered with blood.
He was instantly stunned.
Not only him, but also Zhang Yuanlei and Zhuge Wuwo, who were standing nearby, were shocked.
The entire place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
When many Chinese people witnessed this scene through live online broadcasts, they were all thrilled.
Wow, Ye Tianshen is truly domineering!
"Thumbs up for Ye Tianshen!"
"Slaying the traitor to the nation, Ye Tianshen is mighty!"
"First, they wiped out the old eunuch Wei Jinzhong, and then they slapped Yuan Changkong to death. It's truly gratifying."
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