Zhang Lingban?

Song Bucheng was shocked and wanted to shoot, but his body did not have any strength.

You can't even speak, let alone shouting for someone.

It's over.

The gutter capsizes.

I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten out.

"Oh, I almost forgot that you three are mute now." A vicious flashed through Zhang Lingban's eyes, and the blade on his hand flashed little by little on Song Bucheng's arm.

Blood slowly oozed out.

The three of them were frightened and wanted to ask for forgiveness or negotiate terms, but they had no way to speak.

"Just because of you three pigs, you want to plot against me?" Sima Wuji took out a cigarette from his arms and held it in his mouth: "Idiot."

After saying that.

He took out his cell phone and took a few steps back.

After repeatedly adjusting the angle, Sima Wuji finally took a photo with satisfaction.

On the photo.

It seems to be from a secret photo angle to record the scene where Zhang Lingban put a knife on Song Bucheng's neck.

Sima Wuji clicked to send and edited a text at the same time.

‘The city never sleeps.’

After doing all this, he crushed his phone with one hand.

"Now, immediately hand over the military power of you three to Zhang Lingban." Sima Wuji came to Song Bucheng and burned him with a cigarette butt.

pain!

Song Bucheng's face was pale, but he couldn't scream.

"There is only one chance." After saying that, Sima Wuji picked up the pistol on the table, flew away the cigarette butt with his other hand, took out a spray-like thing, and sprayed it gently.

"call!"

The three men gained strength for a short time.

"Zhang Lingban, this is the city that never sleeps! It is Zhao Nan's base camp! If you know the tact, leave immediately! Otherwise, no one will think of living!" Liu San spoke angrily, but his body was still soft and could only speak.

"Is that true?" Sima Wuji suddenly laughed. "Commander Zhang, your master can come up."

"Yes." Zhang Lingban nodded, took out his cell phone, and pressed the send button.

And the three people in the room did not dare to act rashly.

Song Bucheng is a smart person and chooses to be silent.

Zhao Nan also didn't speak.

"Outside, we are our people. Mr. Wuji, you'd better think clearly. As long as I shout, hundreds of guns will be pointed at you immediately! At that time, you will be unable to escape!" Liu San, as the most powerful person in power in Zhongsan, spoke more tougher than the other two.

But suddenly, there was a burst of killing shouts outside.

The three people in the room all changed their faces!

This is Zhao Nan’s base camp, with hundreds of people stationed on weekdays.

As long as there is a situation here, within three minutes, thousands of people will come to support the military camp next to the city that never sleeps.

Who is so bold to come here to cause trouble?

Bang!

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Commander, there are a group of monsters outside. More than half of our brothers were killed or injured. You..."

Halfway through the words, the guard was stunned.

He clearly saw that Zhang Lingban's knife was placed on Song Bucheng's neck.

Bang!

Gunshot.

The guard fell straight to the ground.

The gun in Sima Wuji's hand was still emitting blue smoke.

"How is it, Commander Liu, do you have any trump card?" He raised his gun and pointed it at Liu San's head.

"I warn you, if you dare..."

Bang!

The bullet passed through Liu San's temple and shot into the wall.

thump!

Liu San, who was just talking boldly, lay softly on the table, blood flowing everywhere.

"I have a bad temper and like to kill people." Sima Wuji took out three cigarettes from his arms, lit them, and inserted them into the muzzle on Liu San's head.

"In the next life, remember to be a pig."

After doing all this, he turned around and smiled at Song Bucheng.

With this smile, Song Bucheng's crotch became wet.

Tick!

There was constant liquid, along the legs of the pants, and fell to the ground.

Hold a high position and live in a pampered and elegant manner.

When did he experience this life-and-death threat?

Liu San's eyes have not been closed yet!

"Thank you, Lao Song." Sima Wuji touched his pocket and took out only an empty cigarette box.

He pulled out a cigarette from Liu San's head and held it in his mouth.

The blood has dyed the filter red, even though the other end is still burning slowly.

But he doesn't care.

"Nee..." Sima Wuji took a deep breath, and the cigarette butts were instantly bright.

"It would be hard for me to bring the three of you together at the same time without you. Once something happens to one of them, the rest will be more alert."

After saying that, he handed the cigarette butt and stuffed it into Song Bucheng's mouth.

nausea!

fishy!

That's Liu San's blood!

Song Bucheng's mouth trembled wildly, and he smiled awkwardly: "Young Master Wuji, as long as we can survive, everything else will be easy to talk about. Do you want someone? I'll give it to you!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Zhao Nan nodded from the side and agreed.

He hated Song Bucheng very much!

This idiot!

"If you kill directly, the three of you will definitely have a way out to escape. If you subdue three of you first, you will not have this worry." Sima Wuji held a gun and pressed it against Zhao Nan's head: "Tell me, where is the secret passage?"

"At...under the table!" Zhao Nan gritted his teeth and said this.

"Very good, to be honest, I don't need your people. Because they must be mine."

Bang!

Sima Wuji shot out with one shot, and Zhao Nan leaned back.

Dead.

And the remaining Song Bucheng was already dead.

"Don't panic, I won't kill you." Zhang Lingfan smiled and said, "After killing the city lord, you have to be a witness and lead the brothers from Zhongsanlu to fight with the other two."

"Okay! OK! OK!" Song Bucheng was stunned.

"What's wrong?" At this time, a strong man in strange clothes walked in outside the door.

Behind the strong man, there were more than a dozen young people dressed up in the same manner.

"Master." Zhang Lingban saluted respectfully.

The strong man had a skeleton tattoo on his chest and a ring full of carved skeletons on his hands.

The most exaggerated thing is that there was a string of child skulls hanging around his neck!
To be continued...