Parents, do you know what kind of person your brother is, would he want his relatives to worry about him?"

"But my brother was so seriously injured and didn't have a penny on him. If he went to a far away place, how could he come back..." Qianqian was about to cry as she spoke,

He kept wiping the tears from his big eyes with his little hands.

When it comes to this kind of moment, Commissioner Huang is more reliable.

"Scumbag Chu had two knives in his hand when he left. You might as well worry about the possibility of robbing the supermarket because he's so hungry."

Huang Xiaobei said seriously, "I can guarantee that this guy will cause a lot of trouble when he comes back. Maybe we will see his wanted order on TV in a few days."

Although the words of the special commissioner are unpleasant, it is true. For people like Chu Zifeng, instead of worrying about whether he can come back alive, it is better to worry about what the price will be for him to come back alive.

For example, he was so hungry that he robbed a supermarket, he was too lazy to walk and just got on the train, or he simply ran to the highway and robbed a private car and asked someone to drive him back directly...

This is not impossible.

After hearing Huang Xiaobei's words, Qianqian's mood seemed much better. After all, her brother was not the kind of person who died quietly.

Karl finally touched Qianqian's little head and said, "Qianqian, be obedient and go back to sleep. I will try my best to find Zifeng."

"Yeah." The little Loli nodded her head obediently, turned around and walked back to the hotel.

Looking at Qianqian's devastated back, Karl lowered his head, then lit a cigarette again, and sat alone on the ground, silently facing the night sky.

At this time, after finishing his cigarette, Huang Xiaobei patted his butt and was about to leave, but was stopped by Karl.

"Senior, do you have anything to say?"

Huang Xiaobei turned his head and crossed his arms, acting like an ancestor.

"What are you talking about? What else can you say? Chu Zifeng is lost, you two have no ability, and currently our top combat power is actually that sycophant Weslin? I said, it shouldn't be me who said anything, right? It should be

Did you tell me something?"

Karl blinked his eyes thoughtfully, and then nodded, "This is indeed the case, but it is not that bad. After all, the next Sacred Artifact Competition is our focus. Maybe we can use this to make a beautiful turnaround.

battle."

"Wake up, please wake up."

"This world is never short of miracles. Why can't you believe it, senior?"

"It's not you..."

Looking at Karl's still smiling face, Huang Xiaobei was really angry. Nothing else, what kind of moral character has he been beaten by others? Why is this bastard so stupid!

Huang Xiaobei was about to have a good argument with Karl so that they could fully understand the current situation, but unexpectedly, before he could open his mouth, footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Messy footsteps, staggering steps, and heavy breathing.

Staring at the black-robed figure staggering across the road, Huang Xiaobei and others squinted their eyes in mystery, wondering why this guy was back again.

Dragging his injuries, the Demon Party warrior finally rushed back to the front door of the hotel. Facing Carl and the others who were looking directly at him, the warrior master took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed down.

Raise your head slowly.

But after seeing the scene in front of him clearly, the warrior-sama was stunned, and then hurriedly turned his head and looked around, his eyes full of horror and astonishment.

But unfortunately, he couldn't see Clinton and Xiaolan. There were only three big men in front of him who stared at him with evil intentions.

The samurai-sama's heart sank unexpectedly.

Well, actually he was worried that Clinton and Xiaolan would encounter an accident, so he came to support them.

Alas, it’s hard for him too. He untied Clinton’s bow until he fainted. The first thing he did after waking up was to drag his injuries back to reinforce him. But the tragedy is that none of his reinforcements are currently there.

I don't know where I escaped.

So at this moment, he accidentally used his own body to illustrate what it means to fall into a trap.

Staring at the evil wolf-like eyes of the three Carls, the Demon Party warrior unyieldingly pulled out the samurai sword in his hand and assumed the Iaiichi slashing posture.

"I won't surrender!"

Fortunately, as soon as he finished saying this, Clinton emerged from the ground and immediately tightened his grip on the shoulders of this teammate who was not sure whether he was a pig teammate or not. Clinton sighed awkwardly.

"Feel sorry."

Carl smiled and shook his head, "It's okay." Then he took out his gun and shot.

Clinton had already expected it and ran away at the first moment. Well, he was worse and stood a little behind the devil's warrior, so both of Carl's bullets hit the sad warrior's chest.

Dragging the unconscious Demon Party warrior, Clinton quickly submerged him into the ground.
Chapter completed!