"What did you say, bastard!" Xiaoqiang glared at the other party first, "What does our team leader say have nothing to do with you?"

"What you nonsense is not my business, but when I hear it, it's my business. Didn't you say that level 10 mercenaries may not be able to defeat level 9 mercenaries? What level mercenaries are you?" Meilun stared at Chu Liang and joked.

"I? I'm only level 4." After Chu Liang was reborn, the eyes of the night he brought was re-registered. It took him two months to upgrade from level 1 to level 4, and his team from level 1 to level 3.

Because it only took two months, it was already very fast for Chu Liang. But for this level 8 mercenary, level 4 was simply a pediatric department.

"Haha, it's only level 4, I'm level 8. Why don't we try it? Can you beat me?" Melun sneered. His task today was to successfully anger Chu Liang and teach Chu Liang a lesson, so that he could give a gift to the vice president of the World Mercenary Association Ghost Head.

Unfortunately, the ghost head didn't know. If he knew, he would definitely stop Melun from doing this, because the ghost hand was originally a seventh-level mercenary, but it was so vulnerable in front of Chu Liang, and Melun was just an eighth-level mercenary.

Even so, after level 6, every level upgrade will take one or two years, but a skill that can abuse a level 7 mercenary must be at least level 8 or level 9.

"I can't beat you." Chu Liang shook his head. He could see at a glance that this Mellon was to anger himself, but this place was a city of mercenaries, a place where he hid dragons and clenched tigers. He came to the position of the president. If he could, he should bear it.

"Then you guys must crawl through my crotch!" Mellon said coldly, his face full of disdain.

Crawling through the crotch?

This is simply a nasty humiliation.

Chu Liang is certainly very clear that if someone in his team suffers such an insult, he will definitely not have the face to compete for the president.

"Rareless!" Nangong Lan got angry first, and a cold light flashed, and there was already a dagger in his hand.

"Sister Lan, I'd better do it. No blood is allowed in the Mercenary City." Chu Liang's eyes showed a cold light and he said slowly.

There is a rule in the city of Mercenaries, that is, the city of Mercenaries can fight, but the use of hot and cold weapons is prohibited? It can be used, but blood is prohibited, and no one is allowed to die, otherwise all mercenaries will drive the troublemaker out.

Nangong Lan was not a mercenary before, of course she didn't know these rules, so she immediately showed off her dagger when she was angry.

"Melun, deputy commander of the Skeleton Mercenary Corps, right? Since you are so arrogant, I will teach you a lesson today." Chu Liang said word by word, his whole body covered with cold air.

"Eyes of the Night? Midnight? Do you think you can become the real Midnight by using Midnight's name? Since you are the real Midnight, you are not my opponent." After saying that, Melan smiled again, as if he wanted to eat Chu Liang.

Chu Liang slowly pulled out his belt, pressed the mechanism, and it turned into a long stick. Then he sighed lightly, and suddenly kicked the end of the long stick with his right foot.

call out!

The long stick flew straight toward Mellon.

"Looking for death!" Mellon shouted loudly, raising his hand to grab the other end of the long stick. He planned to grab the long stick and break it.

However, Millen's hand was empty because the black stick suddenly stopped.

It turned out that Chu Liang had caught up with the long stick at some point and grabbed it at one end of the long stick.

The black stick stopped, and Macron's prediction was wrong, and he grabbed the empty hand with his hand. At this moment of grabbing the empty hand, Chu Liang's hand suddenly pushed forward.

This happened to be when Melun was working hard. Melun had no way to resist Chu Liang's long stick anymore. He could only shout loudly and tense up all over his body.

You know, he practices kung fu in a straight manner, and it is difficult for ordinary knives to really cut into his muscles, let alone this small long stick.

With a bang.

The end of the long stick hit Melan's throat, and Melan's face changed.

The internal force on the black was so weird that it actually penetrated through Melan's skin and acted directly on the throat.

Millen's face changed.

The power on the black long stick was so weird that he actually passed through his skin and directly acted on his throat.

Millen instantly noticed that his throat was swollen and his entire esophagus seemed to be blocked.

Millen was furious and suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him and slashed directly at Chu Liang in front of him.

Chu Liang slightly felt a bayberry, and the black long stick suddenly withdrew it and raised it up.

Clam!

The long sword slashed heavily on the black stick, and a burst of fire burst out!

Black long sticks are safe and sound.

Chu Liang just held a black long stick in one hand. The black long stick collided with the long knife, and did not move at all!

Melan's pupils suddenly dilated.

How is this possible?!

How is this possible?

Everyone around also looked at this scene in horror. He held a long stick in one hand, which could block the long sword Millen's heavy slash, and he didn't even move.

Chu Liang raised his mouth slightly, stepped forward, and took advantage of the moment when the flaw in Melun's chest was wide open, he raised his fist and landed on Melun's chest.

One, two.

Ten strokes, twenty strokes.

One hundred strokes!

Chu Liang's fists fell like raindrops, and Mailun's body trembled wildly as if it was electrocuted.

When Chu Liang took back his hand, Melun stood there.

His face turned red and his neck was even bulging high.

He wanted to vomit blood, but the swelling on his neck blocked his entire throat and he couldn't vomit blood!

If you can't vomit blood, Chu Liang's power in your body seems to be unable to find an outlet for venting. Those powers, the internal organs of the wanton destroyer Melun.

With a snap.

Melan sat there, covering her neck with a red face, unable to say a word.

"No blood, no death, it's not considered a fight." Chu Liang gently pressed the black stick, turned it into a belt and put it back. Looking at Mellon, who was worse than death, he said, "I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my sight, otherwise, I'll kill you."

The word "killing you" sounds very simple, but Melan seemed to see a tiger with bloody mouth staring at him.

He covered his neck, couldn't speak, and could only turn around and roll and crawl towards the distance.

Injured? Let's talk about running for life first, how can I care about so much?

"Awesome, Midnight is even better than Midnight before!" A tall European and American man walked out while clapping his hands.

"Jack, I'm actually Midnight in the past, I just had plastic surgery." Chu Liang looked at the man and smiled.
Chapter completed!