C71 (1/2)

On the mercenary's black van, the dark and gloomy mercenaries stared at their boss in confusion and asked, ”Boss, I don't think that kid is a match for you. Why don't you get rid of him?”

That brat is not as simple as you think he is. When we looked at each other, I realized that he is even more domineering than me, just that he has not been released yet, and for such a young kid to have such a method, there must be some extraordinary people behind him. In my mind, the only one with such ability is that War God! The boss played with the ashtray in his hand that was smashed into pieces by Wang Zheng with a gloomy expression.

This time, not only were the mercenaries stunned, the rest of the mercenaries' faces also paled. That War God was a legendary figure, although they had never seen or exchanged blows with him, just her battle achievements was enough to tell how terrifying she was.

”Boss, if it's really the War God's disciple, then we have provoked someone we cannot afford to offend!” Perhaps it was because of the fright that the voice of the mercenary, which was neither dark nor cold, had turned into that of a completely male's.

The boss mercenary shook his head and laughed: ”We are only here to send out the invitation letters. We are only here for that brat Du Sha who doesn't know his place and isn't related to us.

”Got it!” Since their boss had already said so, they couldn't think of a better way. They could only agree.

was still standing in the same spot without moving for a long time. and Lee Goudan, who were standing in the middle of the crowd, felt that something was wrong, and when they walked to Wang Zheng's side, they discovered that Wang Zheng's face was pale white.

”Boss!” Just as the two were about to speak, Wang Zheng waved his hand to stop the two, and said weakly: ”Take me back, I can't move anymore.”

Zhang Er'mao looked at Lee Goudan, who immediately took out a stack of red notes from his pocket and shouted to the bodyguards who were behind them: ”This money is given to you by the boss, quickly take it out and split it!”

While the bodyguards were in wild joy, Zhang Er'mao supported Wang Zheng and returned to the room.

The moment he returned to his room, Wang Zheng laid on his bed while gasping for air. The scene in front of his eyes started to blur, his four limbs became numb, and his breathing became unusually hurried.

Seeing this, Zhang Er'mao anxiously asked Wang Zheng: ”Boss, what's wrong?”

Wang Zheng did not speak, he merely pointed at the door and told Zhang Er'mao to go out. Zhang Er'mao clenched his teeth, although he was worried, but since Wang Zheng had already spoken, he could not go against Wang Zheng's orders, and could only obediently go out.

When he walked to the door, Zhang Er'mao coincidentally met Murong Yuyan who had just finished her shower.

”Zhang Er'mao, why are things so noisy outside? What happened?” Murong Yuyan stared at Zhang Er'mao and asked.

Zhang Er'mao unnaturally smiled and explained: ”That bastard Lee Goudan is putting on a show by sending red packets to everyone outside. I'll tell him to stop messing around now!” With that, he turned to leave.

Seeing that Murong Yuyan was about to enter Wang Zheng's room, Zhang Er'mao anxiously stopped him: ”Boss, the boss went out just now and said that he would not come back tonight. He said he wanted you to rest early!”