Song Bingting said angrily: "Shameless!"

She said, picking up a glass of wine from the table and pouring it on Zhang Botang's face.

At this moment, there were many people around him, and countless people walked out of the darkness, surrounding Chen Ning and Song Bingting with murderous intent.

A few of these murderous guys are Asians, more are white Europeans, or black Africans.

They are all tall and burly, and they are obviously top experts.

They are all masters of the Gate of Hell!

At this time, a crisp sound of footsteps also came from the entrance of the stairs.

I saw that the God of the Underworld, who was tall and majestic and wearing a bronze beast mask, accompanied by Chris, walked down the stairs slowly with several powerful generals.

The God of Nether said slowly: "Mr. Zhang, your mission has been completed. Let us leave the next one to the people of Hell Gate to solve it."

Zhang Botang took out a white handkerchief, wiped the wine traces on his face, and then stepped back and said, "Your Excellency the God of the Underworld, but you must not hurt my daughter."

The God of Nether and his men walked to a place eight meters away from Chen Ning and stopped.

He looked up and down at Chen Ning with great interest: "It's you, have you killed my beloved disciple and daughter?"

"Do you know that according to our rules, those who offend us will die miserably?"

Chen Ning said lightly: "Do you know that the Chinese area is a forbidden zone for mercenary killers. Mercenaries or killers who dare to step into our Chinese area must be mentally prepared to be severely punished."

"Including you!"

The God of Nether sneered: "I have heard that you China do not allow mercenaries and killers to act here. You China is also called God's forbidden zone by mercenaries and killers."

"But unfortunately, we came from hell, God's forbidden zone, but we hell messengers can come and go freely."

"You can also take your life away!"

Chen Ning said indifferently: "Just because of you group of lice thieves, it is not qualified to kill me."

Lice thief?

The God of Nether's face darkened: "Arrogant, I want to see if you have the strength to match it."

"Come on, take him!"

As soon as the words of the God of the Underworld fell, a black master with a dreadlocked braid took the lead in attacking.

The black man with a dreadlocked braid flew a rock-slab coffee table with a heavy 200-pound kilograms.

The coffee table flew towards Chen Ning like a cannonball.

The black man with the dreadlocks under the cover of the rock-paned coffee table, then shot at Chen Ning.

The man with the dreadlocks knew that Chen Ning was very strong, so he played some tricks.

If Chen Ning's attention is only on the flying coffee table, the moment Chen Ning dodges or catches the coffee table, the man with dreadlocks will take the opportunity to kill and give Chen Ning a surprise attack.

This guy has a good plan.

Unfortunately, the opponent he met this time was Chen Ning, the Chinese God of War.

Amid Song Bingting's scream, Chen Ning stood still, looking at the whistling coffee table.

Just when the coffee table was about to hit him, he kicked it high, shocking.

boom!

The two or three hundred kilograms of rock-slab coffee table was directly smashed by Chen Ning.

Chen Ning kicked the coffee table with one kick, but his strength did not diminish. He kicked the black man hard at the dreaded black man behind the coffee table.

Bang!

The black man with a dreadlocked braid was kicked directly into the door of the face by Chen Ning, and his facial bones were instantly shattered, and his whole face was deeply sunk and blood splattered.

The guy couldn't even scream, so he fell down and died on the spot.

Seeing this, the God of Nether frowned slightly.

Chris and Zhang Botang were both shocked.

The masters of the Hell Gate at the scene all became solemn, as if they were facing a great enemy.

They had known for a long time that Chen Ning was very strong, otherwise they would not have to set up an ambush to deal with Chen Ning.
Chapter completed!