Chapter 48 (1/2)

”Ghost!” Hao Zhi shouted and pulled Wang Yanke over, with his hands behind his back. ”If you dare to hurt her again, I'll fight with you!”

”Tut tut...” the ghost looked indifferent again. ”You speak so loudly. How can you fight with me? What can you fight with? Your physical strength is no different from that of ordinary people, and your consciousness can't be used. I'll kill you like crushing a bedbug...”

After a humiliation in front of Wang Yanke's face, Hao Zhi was said to be angry. He could no longer resist the surging anger in his heart, swung his fist and hit the proud face of the ghost: ”I'm a maggot mud horse!”

The ghost smiled mysteriously. He didn't hide or flash. He just took his fist gently with a finger and threw it to the side. Then he suddenly grabbed Hao Zhi's collar with his backhand and pressed it down hard in the front area!

Hao Zhi fought his life, and the power he wielded was instantly dissolved. His body stumbled, and then he was pulled over. He couldn't stand stably and fell forward directly. Following the power of the ghost's hand, he fell heavily with his face towards the corner of the seat below. His eyebrow bone knocked on the armrest of the mahogany chair, and his head bounced, and Venus rose in front of him.

”Ah!” when Wang Yanke saw that Hao Zhi had been beaten, he desperately wanted to rush up and pull the ghost. He pushed him gently with one hand. The whole person flew out five or six meters like a piece of paper and fell on a sofa.

The ghost squatted down, looked at Hao Zhi lying face down on the ground, and said sarcastically, ”it's no use relying on hard words alone. The world is about strength, and no one will pity the weak...”

Hao Zhi struggled to hold up his body. Half of his face was numb and painful. A big bag was swollen on his left eyebrow bone, and there was only a seam in his eyes.

Trembling with anger, he didn't stand up. He curled up and suddenly arched forward, trying to hit the ghost's face with his head.

No, I have to hit you, too!

But how can ghosts eat him?

He hid a little behind, facing the head he hit, and raised his hand with a big ear stick, which was like a whip on Hao Zhi's face. He slapped Hao Zhi out and fell on his back again.

The ghost stepped forward and put a foot on his chest. With a slight force, Hao Zhi was out of breath. He painfully hugged the ghost's ankle with both hands, his face red and speechless.

He struggled with his hands and feet for a few times, but it didn't work. The ghost looked at Hao Zhi, who was unable to struggle, with sympathy on his face, but seemed to gloat: ”you are a waste now! You know? You can't protect anyone at all, let alone me, just meet an ordinary expert in our organization, and you can't even save your own life!”

Hao Zhi felt his face burning and his mouth bleeding. His chagrin and anger burned his soul like a fire. He didn't even have room to resist!

But he was not reconciled. Suddenly, a mouthful of bloody saliva sprayed at the ghost. The ghost moved as fast as lightning, and his face was still stained with a drop of blood. Half of Hao Zhi's face was swollen and lost his human shape. He grinned

”NIMA coin, you can't hide!”

The ghost seems to be a clean person. His clothes and shoes are always spotless, his long hair is elegant and elegant. Hao Zhi seems to annoy him. He wiped the drop of blood with his fingers disdainfully, and suddenly went up and grabbed Hao Zhi's throat. His expression became ferocious.

Hao Zhi's back brain hit the ground heavily and fell dizzy. He felt that his hand was stuck in his throat like a huge pliers. He wanted to cough, but he couldn't breathe. His lungs were suffocating as if they were about to explode. He tried his best to breathe a mouthful of air, but he couldn't do it. In front of him, he blackened and his whole face turned purple red.

He opened his mouth like a thirsty fish and squeezed a sentence out of his throat with the last bit of strength: ”kill me!”

Wang Yanke now got up from the sofa. She ran over and shouted, holding the ghost's arm with both hands to help Hao Zhi, but the ghost's arm was like a welded steel bar.

”You let him go, let him go!” Wang Yanke wailed and begged.

Kill you? The ghost seemed to be awakened by that sentence, and suddenly released his hand. Hao Zhichang took a breath and coughed violently. He put his hands around his neck and coughed and retched

The ghost took a long breath, bit his teeth with hatred, and looked disdainfully at Hao Zhi, who was dying on the ground: ”listen to me, I also want to kill you now, but it's not time yet