Chapter 97: Is the game not fun? Or does the wine taste bad? (1/2)
Seeing off the principal and others, Wang Shengguo stood at the door, brewing his feelings.
”You're stupid 拄 here, what are you going to do with a dead expression without regret?”
Li Xiumei leaned her head from behind and looked at him suspiciously.
”...”
The atmosphere was destroyed all at once.
”I ...” Wang Shengguo took a deep breath, and finally said nothing, and went into the hall depressed.
I saw Wang Teng studying the rewards on the table and sighed:
”These things are not ordinary items. It seems that your principal has really invested in blood.”
”If our son wasn't good enough, how could they give away such precious things.” Li Xiumei said proudly.
Uh ...
Wang Teng ignored the old couple and boasted.
As a son, he felt that he could not cruelly deprive them of such a little fun.
看着 He looked at the three items in front of him, especially the black cold stone in the box. Although the principal Yu said that it was awesome, he had no idea what the value of this thing was.
”It looks like you have to look for a chance, or someone who knows.”
Wang Teng put away the black stone.
My family can finally sit down and eat.
Uh ...
At the same time, the end of the Iron Fist Association in Jiangshi could not be concealed.
The gang members who went out to work in Xun Tiequan were lucky to escape, and when they returned to the headquarters, they found that the door was open and the entire headquarters was dead.
Then they saw an indelible scene in memory.
Bloody!
The corpse was horrified, and his face was terrified.
The surviving gang members scared the gall.
Someone wanted to call up the monitor to see what happened, but all the monitors were destroyed and no clue was left.
All cash and valuables are also swept away.
There is only one empty shell left in the headquarters of Tekken Club.
”The one whose surname is Wang was rescued, is it the man over there?” Someone suddenly said.
”Whether or not, so many high-level warriors in the headquarters have died by death. Do we still want to get back where we are?” Said another person, trembling with fear.
”And the news that the iron fist will be destroyed will spread soon, and those opposing forces will not let us go.”
”Where are those people who come from Xiadu? They are martial arts. If it was the man with the surname Wang, then our iron fist will fall to such a point, all of them.”
”Are you looking for them to settle accounts?” Someone sneered.
”Let's break up, Tekken will cease to exist ...” a man said weakly.
All eyes instantly fell on this person, and he laughed: ”I just talk about it, don't look at me.”
”Let's break up!”
”Yes, break up!”
”You, goodbye, there will be no future ...”
Everyone sulked and said, just walk, without any clutter, leaving the person who first made the suggestion to stand still.
Uh ...
”Iron Fist, gone!”
A middle-aged man said in a luxurious presidential suite in a hotel in Qijiang City.
I was in front of this middle-aged man.
A young man in his twenties with short hair, wearing a bath towel, sitting on a chair, turning the wine glass in his hand.
The red wine in the glass rotates slightly.
I just listened to him lightly: ”Oh?”
”I went to see it myself, and everyone almost killed, and the senior martial artists were no exception.”
”The president of Tekken is missing, but there is a black mark on the scene!” Said the middle-aged man.
”Musha?”
”Fire warrior?”
The young man raised his eyebrows and drank the red wine in his hand.