"Mr. Cheng, are we going to rush the chief? "It's all over time."
An old man, who looked fifty or sixty years old, was talking beside Chengbo, glancing at the parked Mercedes-Benz, whose body was shaking constantly, women's voice never stopped.
The two women are groaning in exchange, apparently deliberately pleasing Zhu Long, plus it's in the warehouse, which caused a loud echo, which is really seductive.
And there are more than two hundred people, just looking at it. Everyone is a man, they are very itchy to hear that.
They thought to themselves that you should have said earlier that there was such a project. We don't lack any women either. We'll take one by one and have a group "fight". Let's go after the "fight" is over.
Besides, it's already ten past six. It was agreed to start at six. But Zhu Long has no intention to move.
Unfortunately, no one dares to remind.
Of course...
To do this kind of thing, he may be in the climax. If you go and shout, it disturbs Zhu Long's interest in "firing", and then the "artillery" becomes "dumb artillery", you'll have to be dead in the next second.
"After you."
Cheng Bo is not stupid. He is Zhu Long's closest confidant, so he also knows Zhu Long best. He is a womanizer. If you want to bother him at this time, it is not much different from death.
Even he has no good end.
As soon as this was said, the old man dared not speak. He had no guts. Sixteen deacons and two hundred or more seven-star disciples could only stare and listen to the groan in the car.
Many people have already had a little "tent", which is a pain.
They didn't start, but somebody did. He is already here!
The sky is hazy.
Qin Feng parked his car in the wilderness of the northern suburbs and glanced the place after getting off. It was easy to find an abandoned factory. The warehouse must also be in this factory.
With cold eyes and a sense of killing, Qin Feng habitually lit a cigarette and walked towards the factory.
It's six twenty in the morning.
Cheng Bo watched the swaying Mercedes-Benz and was completely silent. Basically, every time he went to report to Zhu Long, this guy was playing with women.
Thanks to being a friar, if he was an ordinary person, he would have vanished for a few years.
And even now he is playing.
Perhaps it was the prayer that worked. The rocking car stopped after a violent shake.
About five minutes later, Zhu Long got out of the car, and the two women in the car...
they didn't follow, they didn't choose to but have to, it is estimated that at this time the lower half of the body is soft.
For these two women's current situation, Cheng Bo is very clear, it is estimated that they are tired and half dead. Zhu Long takes the spirit of female to make his strength reach a full state.
"Let's go."
After Zhu Long got out of the car, he had a fierce color in his eyes. At a command, the sixteen lines of people behind him came up one after another.
And just as Zhu Long turned his head to get out of the warehouse.
A figure is reflected in everyone's eyes, almost all of them are stunned in place. After all, this warehouse has only one exit, a living person appeared abruptly, it will be strange that they are not stunned.
Simple clothes, a pair of jeans, smoking a cigarette, slightly scattered hair, Qin Feng hands in pockets, looking at the warehouse of more than two hundred people.
These seven-star disciples, looking at Qin Feng with big eyes and small eyes, don't know what this fellow is coming for. Is he one of them? It's impossible. They have never seen such a man in the branch.
"Chief, it's Qin Feng!"
Cheng Bo, beside Zhu Long, was shocked. Then he quickly reacted and whispered around Zhu Long. He did not expect that Qin Feng would come to them.
"I know it's him, hum, he is indeed good. It seems that the two scouts sent to him have already been cleared up."
Zhu Long was not in a hurry. After all, Qin Feng in front of him was only a friar who gave off a sense of midium in practice.
Even if he can kill the peak of the practice, but for Zhu Long...
This is not a grade compared with his early stage of foundation construction. Even a hundred peaks of practice cannot match his early stage of foundation construction.
It is an insurmountable gap to cross the great realm. This is the consensus of the realm of cultivation.
No changes have taken place in thousands of years and will never change today! This is Zhu Long's unswerving idea!
"You are Qin Feng?"
Zhu Long said with a sneer and his voice echoed in the warehouse. All of a sudden, a large group of people behind him became even more confused.
Qin Feng? Aren't we killing Qin Feng? Now this guy comes and dies by himself?!
They all looked at Qin Feng and thought that this buddy was really warm-hearted. A trip back and forth from Qingyan to Jiangzhou can be an ordeal. That's great. At present, this guy saved everyone's strength and time. Maybe he is out of his mind or he was too arrogant.
"Who are you?"
Qin Feng leaned against the door of the warehouse and gave a glimpse of Zhulong.
This disdainful attitude made Zhu Long instantly angry. He was used to being the chief and was used to be flattered and followed by his staff. When he saw the appearance of Qin Feng, the fire broke out.
"I'm Zhu Long, the chief of this branch. You killed my deacon and dared to send yourself to my door. Today, I will..."
Before Zhu Long finished, Qin Feng sneered.
"Are you a pig farmer? Give you the name of a pig cage, could your father expect you to become a cage to raise pigs and become rich? "
When Qin Feng uttered these words, Zhu Long was stunned at first and then blushed.
Even the group of seven-star disciples behind him could not help laughing. After all, they did not think much about the name Zhu Long.
Now listen to Qin Feng says so, Zhu Long... Pig cage, WTF! Homonyms are exactly the same!
"Who dares to laugh, I will kill him now!"
Zhu Long glanced behind him and roared loudly, scaring the disciples to shut up.
"Little piglet cage, with such a big power and prestige, are pig keepers so awesome these days?"
Qin Feng said.
At this moment, Zhu Long finally burst out and rushed up, he could not bear it!
He thought that if he did not tear up this guy in front of him, he would not be surnamed Zhu!
Bang!
Unfortunately, things go against his wishes.
All the seven-star disciples were shocked when Zhu Long, who has a foundation level practice had just rushed up, had not yet taken out the weapon, but was directly thrown back with a stick.
Crash into a crowd of people, and spitting blood!
There is an indescribable horror in his eyes! He never thought about it, just one single stick! A midium-quality practitioner will blow himself up!
Qin Feng has a cigarette in his mouth, carrying the Magic Cudgel on his shoulder, and in his eyes... Previous laughter became killing intention! He glanced through all the people in the warehouse!
The voice echoes in this empty warehouse!
"Today, everyone... Must die!"