Yang Zimei walked towards this side step by step with blood all over her face.
Zhang Shan is like this.
The two old men looked panic-stricken, but after years of cultivating their spirits in high positions, they were still able to keep their composure.
"What do you mean?"
Yang Zimei grabbed the old man's clothes and wiped the blood off his face.
He sneered, "It's nothing. My boss thinks five billion isn't enough and wants to make a killing tonight!"
"That's all easy to say. As long as you don't hurt us, we can continue to cooperate..."
Yang Zimei nodded: "Don't worry!"
"As long as you cooperate, I will never hurt you."
"However, now you must pass down the order, announcing that no manipulation of tonight's lottery results is allowed. Otherwise, you two will be killed, along with your wives, children, grandchildren, and grandchildren..."
"You will die too!"
The two old men's expressions changed slightly.
Yang Zimei pushed one of the old men in front of the phone and said, "Hurry!"
At the same time, Zhang Shan cooperated and put the long knife on the back of the opponent's neck.
After the long sword was raised, Zhang Shan looked dazed.
I don't know when it started, but he seems to have become accustomed to this kind of banditry.
Without anyone greeting him, he skillfully placed the knife on the person...
Feeling the coldness on the back of his neck, the old man trembled and made a phone call: "Have the lottery results been announced?"
"Tonight's lottery results cannot be modified!"
"Yes, this is our decision!"
"Don't ask why, just do it!"
The phone was hung up.
The old man looked at Yang Zimei and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
"Actually, this matter can be discussed. As long as your prophet is willing to cooperate with us, there is absolutely no problem!"
"There's really no need to resort to swordplay!"
Yang Zimei scoffed, "Because the prize pool isn't your money, right? So that's why it's okay?"
The old man's face turned pale and he didn't dare to respond.
What if this is someone sent by the Grand Secretary?
If they continue to speak, it will become evidence of their corruption.
The last incident was resolved by sacrificing pawns to save the chariot, so there is no need to bring trouble upon yourself again.
Yang Zimei ignored all this and looked at Lu Dafeng and said, "Go prepare a car to pick us up and leave the capital!"
Lu Dafeng nodded obediently.
His countless choices have reduced his prestige to the extreme, and he has inexplicably changed from a leader to an errand boy.
ruthless!
Be ruthless!
I must be ruthless in the future!
Otherwise, you will have to run errands all your life.
This was the first time Lu Dafeng reminded himself of this.
…
Xianglin Mountain,
Shadow Guard Base,
On the stage in the middle of Tianyang Square,
The battle continues.
but,
The style of painting is wrong.
"Brother Zhou, your swordsmanship is truly amazing. I admire you!"
"Brother Luo, your swordsmanship is both powerful and subtle. I admire you deeply!"
"Hahaha! My Luo family's Wind-Severing Blade is famous for a reason!"
"The Qiankun Sword Technique that I, Zhou Buzhou, created may not be that bad!"
“…”
Everyone watching the fight had strange expressions on their faces.
The people in the Luo family are really weird!
But there are really few people who dare to confront the Luo family.
Unless Mr. Luo is gone, maybe someone would dare to do it.
But as long as Mr. Luo is still a powerful person, no one in this world dares to provoke the Luo family seriously.
then,
Everyone is enduring.
After countless fights.
Zhou Buzhou's cell phone rang.
Zhou Buzhou suddenly retreated: "Brother Luo, please wait a moment, let me read a text message first!"
Phew!
At the highest point, the Shadow King, who was slowly sipping his Dahongpao tea, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea.
We were having a good conversation, why do you suddenly want to read a text message?
The Shadow King was speechless.
The person who was sprayed with tea by the Shadow King lowered his head with a sullen face, pretending nothing had happened.
Except for Shadow King's loss of composure.
The audience in the stadium couldn't help but cough.
What the hell.
The plot on this stage seems to be more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala.
And in the Shadow Guard Army, the tense atmosphere that had been there from the beginning was weakened a bit.
The Luo family shouldn't have been allowed to take the field. Luo Taian should have been thrown to the passage to Xia Geng's corpse world to exchange Lin Tiannan back!
But these people don’t know the relationship between Lin Tiannan and Zhou Buzhou. If they knew, they probably wouldn’t think so.
On the stage,
Luo Taian nodded seriously: "Okay."
Zhou Buzhou clasped his fists in thanks and took out his cell phone to check.
Message from Yang Zimei.
"The hero has arrived immediately, just waiting for the prize to be drawn!"
Eight words!
Just these eight words made Zhou Buzhou completely relieved.
He quickly replied, "Try to get hold of something on the other party, and release them intact after the prize is awarded!"
After replying to the text message, Zhou Buzhou turned his head to look at the time in the upper right corner of his phone.
20:53.
There are seven minutes left until the prize draw.
That being said, there's no need to delay any longer.
We must fight with the mid-level second-level Shadow Guard as soon as possible and complete the battle.
Otherwise, if we really break our promise and don’t fight.
Zhou Buzhou really didn't dare to bet whether the 30,000 black armored soldiers of the Shadow Guard would use this as an excuse to go to Chang'an and raze the Lingbu base.
Thinking of this, Zhou Buzhou turned off his phone.
He looked up at Luo Taian and said, "Brother Luo, although today's battle was exhilarating, I still feel like something is missing."
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