In a private club next to Xingwu Hall, Zhang Jian was hosting a tall old man.

The old man had a square face and wide mouth, his tiger eyes flashed with his brilliance. He sat there half a head taller than many people standing.

Two young and beautiful women were with him, one left and one right, but they looked a little scared in their expressions.

There was only one person on Zhang Jian's side. He looked at the old man with a respectful look: "Master, what are the shortcomings in the hospitality these days? If you have any needs, don't be polite to me. Just mention it directly. Your disciple will definitely find a way to meet all your needs!"

The old man stretched out a big hand like a palm fan and touched the head of a girl beside him. The hand was almost bigger than the head of a young girl, and his expression seemed to be stroking food.

The girl was almost scared to tears, and she held back and didn't dare to move.

The old man said lightly: "You are a filial child, much better than those of your fellow brothers in Beihai!"

Zhang Jian smiled bitterly and sighed: "Originally, my child is also a filial child, but it's a pity..."

The old man said, "Don't worry, I won't let the disciple die in vain. Just now, I have released a puppet, attached to my spiritual sense, and I will avenge you later!"

Zhang Jian's eyes turned red in an instant. He stood up from his seat, knelt in front of the old man in a regular manner, and kowtowed, choking and said, "Thank you, Master, for avenging my dead child!"

The old man waved his hand and said, "Get up, a man is a real man, crying and crying. If the child is gone, just give birth again!"

Zhang Jian stood up and then reported his recent "records" to the old man.

"Thank you for your blessing, the men you sent me are very powerful. We have secretly taken over 20% of the channels that originally belonged to the Song family!"

The old man frowned slightly and said, "It's still a bit slow."

Zhang Jian said: "Master, it's not too slow. There are worldly rules. We can force and induce people, but we can't just make drastic moves..."

The old man said a little unhappy: "You humans are so pretentious. You obviously hate the other person in your heart and want to die. You obviously want to stab the other person to death, but you still have to keep a smile on your face... It's boring!"

Zhang Jian said: "There is no way, everyone is like this. But this time, the disciple has the determination and confidence to completely destroy the Song family. The process may be a little slower, but the result... is the same as the demon clan that follows the laws of the jungle."

"At that time, our brothers and sisters of the North Sea Monster Clan can enter the Star Martial Arts Hall covered with the starry sky and slowly radiate out. We will be completely free in the business field and will no longer be constrained!"

The old man nodded: "Good disciple, then it depends on you!"

Zhang Jian made a serious promise: "For the master, for Beihai, my disciple is heartbroken!"

...

The villa of Song Yue’s house is quiet.

Sister Wang was wearing pajamas and leaning against the head of the bed with a facial mask. She looked at a paper book.

She likes to read books quietly when she is fine, second only to watching Song Yue eat voraciously.

As she looked at her, she suddenly frowned slightly, put the book upside down on the bedside table, pulled the mask off and threw it into the trash can, grabbed an antique sword from the bed, got off the bed with bare feet, and walked on the ground without making any sound.

Then, Sister Wang stood at the door of the room with expressionless expression, slowly... pulled out the long sword silently, holding the scabbard in one hand and the sword in the other.

The next moment, the door suddenly opened on its own.

Sister Wang raised her hand and said a sword!

A dazzling sword light flashed by, and an inhuman scream came from the door.

A figure staggered back.

Sister Wang rushed out, raised her hand and stabbed her with another sword.

At this time, the figure let out an angry roar, and a beam of light shot out from the figure's head and shot towards Sister Wang's face.

In a moment, Sister Wang's figure was so fast that she could dodge directly.

That beam of light penetrated the walls of the room directly!

Sister Wang stabbed the figure in the chest with a sword... and it slashed, as if it was stabbing on a piece of paper.

The sword shook, and the figure...to be precise, a paper man suddenly turned into debris all over the ground.

A cold voice came from the air: "It's a bit famous, so let's spare your life for now!"

Sister Wang sneered: "I still want to leave?"

The next moment, a strange light illuminated throughout the villa.

The cold voice in the air exclaimed: "Magic array?"

The light from the villa instantly formed an indestructible cage, trapping this divine thought.

"Human, do you know who I am?"

Sister Wang snorted: "Do you know who I am?"

While speaking, her wrist trembled, and a sword light flashed, slashing towards somewhere in the air.

There was a roar of shock and anger: "How could you just be a human warrior in the Grandmaster realm hurt me?"

Sister Wang sneered: "Do you look down on the martial arts man? Superficial!"

Another sword was swung out, and a scream came from the air: "Impossible, you are a master-level martial artist, how could you hurt me?"

Sister Wang slashed out several swords one after another, and the screams in the air became weaker and weaker until they completely disappeared.

Sister Wang returned the sword to the sheath and said with disdain: "I am still a cultivator. Am I proud?"

But then, a look of worry flashed across her face.

The other party could actually use this paper man puppet to touch it quietly, which was somewhat beyond her expectations.

She picked up the phone, thought about it, and dialed it to Song Yue.

"Sister Wang, I will go home tomorrow!"

As soon as the phone was connected, there was a sound of Song Yue slapping his chest.

"Don't, you'll come back in a few days. I'll go out to see the children in the next few days." Sister Wang said in a gentle tone: "You can stay at Master's house for a few days first, and then cook for you when I come back!"

"Sister Wang, are you okay?"

Although Sister Wang did not show any flaws, Song Yue on the other end of the phone still noticed something was wrong.

"It's okay!" Sister Wang smiled and said, "Don't think I'm angry with you. I really miss the children. I haven't visited them for a long time."

"Then...well, if there is something wrong, you must remember to tell me."

After Sister Wang agreed, she hung up the phone, held a long sword in her hand, put on her shoes, and then put on a black suit. After going out, she jumped directly into a tall building.

Like the master before, she also looked towards the direction of Xingwu Pavilion. The next moment, she was like a swallow flying in the dark night, constantly jumping on the tops of tall buildings. In a short while, she came to Xingwu Pavilion.

Her eyes fell on the private club next to Xingwu Pavilion.

It's like using a mysterious spiritual language to communicate with the existence inside.

After a few words, Sister Wang raised her eyebrows and raised her hand and slashed directly at this low-key and luxurious private club.

The long sword slashed out a dazzling sword energy, with an extremely sharp aura, and was about to split the building in half.

A tall, 2.4 meters tall, old man pushed the door out and raised his hand and palmed it.

A blue light curtain would cover it, blocking Sister Wang's sword.

The old man's tiger eyes flashed cold light and looked at Sister Wang: "It was you, the little demon, who hurt me just now?"

Sister Wang said indifferently: "The smell of fishyness is all over your face, roll back to your sea as soon as possible. This world is not where you should come!"

The old man was furious: "What are you? A mere little demon dares to talk to me like this?"

Just as I was about to take action, a figure suddenly flashed in the distance, and arrived here in a flash.

He is a skinny old man, a lame old wolf.

He pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled: "If you have something to say, don't do it. It's not good to attract people from the Abnormal Affairs Management Department."

The old man snorted and looked at the lame old wolf: "You lame wolf, too, want to interfere in my own affairs?"

The lame old wolf still laughed and said, "Where can you provoke a big man like you? I just want to remind you that this is the world, so you should think twice about doing things!"

"What's there to say about this kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp?" Sister Wang's face turned cold, and there was a strong murderous aura in her eyes. She looked at the old man: "Either go back or fight!"

The next moment, two more figures arrived one after another.

The front was the Master with a calm expression, and the back was the Master's wife, who was also carrying a long sword, as if she was coming in the air.

With the arrival of the Master, the scene in front of me suddenly changed!

It is clearly still this brightly lit city, but the surrounding area is completely silent.

The tall old man squinted his eyes and snorted coldly: "Field?"

The Master didn't say anything, but just took out three pieces of talisman paper from his body and held it in his hand.

The old man's pupils contracted slightly.

He has heard of this person!

Like his tribe, he is a warrior!

But the clan said that this great scholar, who is famous in the human world, was actually seriously injured and is no longer a soldier.

"You are that master, right? You are not my opponent!" The old man did not take action immediately.

When he came to the city of mankind, he was indeed afraid.
To be continued...