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Chapter 1915

"Pah——"

Ye Hao slapped him with his backhand, and he calmly threw a strong man in a suit flying out.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

A series of sounds came out, and all these tough men in suits flew out like grass.

When they landed, some people who were unlucky had their heads twisted 360 degrees, while some people who were more lucky just fell unconscious on the spot.

There were dozens of tough men in suits, but no one could stop Ye Hao even half a step.

What seemed to be a strong advantage to Zhen Long was of no use in front of Ye Hao.

The most important thing is that all the Wang family members have left in order to do business today, otherwise, there may be reinforcements.

At this moment, Zhen Long is in a miserable state where the sky and the sky are not responding and the earth and the earth are not working.

At this moment, Liu Hanyue endured the pain and rushed to Zhen Long, whispering: "Your Majesty, please leave quickly, I will cut off the queen!"

Zhen Long looked at Ye Hao solemnly, his eyelids twitching constantly.

Although he had overestimated Ye Hao, he never expected that he was really at the God of War level.

A master of this level is almost invincible in the outside world.

Unless he can also invite the God of War from the Ministry of War, he will definitely not be able to stop him.

"Stop him!"

Zhen Long gave the order with a dark face, and immediately saw a dozen masters who had been scattered outside the hall pouring in.

These dozen masters rushed forward. Ye Hao looked indifferent and slapped him a few times.

After a moment, a dozen masters all flew out.

But Ye Hao was still unscathed.

"Ye Hao!"

Liu Hanyue rushed over from behind. Before she could get closer, Ye Hao turned around and kicked her out.

"Bang--"

Liu Hanyue flew out and hit the Grand Master's chair in the hall, unable to get up for a long time.

At the same time, Zhen Long got into the Toyota Hiroyuki in the courtyard.

Unfortunately, before he had time to start the car, Ye Hao had already kicked out the car door, which had no time to close and flew to the side.

Zhen Long's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and his expression was a bit ugly.

He abandoned the dignity of the crown prince and fled all the way, but in the end he couldn't escape.

He came today with confidence, but when he came, he never thought of his end.

Zhen Long pressed his right hand on a revolver that he had not yet taken out, and shouted with a ferocious look: "Ye Hao!"

Ye Hao flicked his finger, and a gravel broke the car key. Then he said calmly: "Prince Zhen, you lose."

Zhen Long sneered: "I'm not dead yet."

"You don't have to die."

Ye Hao smiled faintly and reached out to pat Zhen Long on the face.

"Tell me what is the purpose of the islanders doing so many things in the devil's capital, and I can consider letting you live."

Ye Hao was really curious, because from Yangcheng to Magic City, he found too many traces of islanders.

He was curious about what the islanders were planning to do.

As long as Zhen Long is willing to speak out, Ye Hao can kill a defeated general like him or not.

After all, as long as the power in his hands is deprived, he will be more uncomfortable than death.

"Do you think I will tell you these things?"

Zhen Long looked cold.

"Although I, Zhen Long, am not as skilled as others and am only one move behind in chess, it does not mean that I have no dignity."

Ye Hao smiled: "Yang Qiang also said similar words, but the result was that he didn't kneel down."

Zhen Long knew that even if he had a gun, he couldn't do anything to Ye Hao. At this moment, he simply turned on the safety of the revolver, pointed it at his temple, and said coldly: "You will not have the chance to torture me."


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