A minute later, Zhang Yunxi rushed out of the kitchen, raised his head and shouted: "Something's happened, senior sister, Xiaolong, Tuanzi, the copycat!"

…

Inside a suspended car.

A man and a woman were wearing large black and white priest robes, with masks on their cheeks, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Sister Ling turned her head and glanced outside, thought briefly and said, "Baimian, follow me, and the Jade Buddha will stay."

"The mutated atmosphere around you is very messy," the man in white robe reminded in a hoarse voice, "I'd better stay."

Sister Ling thought for a moment: "Okay, you delay for a while, I'll go down."

"Whoa!"

The man in white robe opened the door and left the hover car.

Inside, a woman in black robe reminded softly: "Pay attention to safety."

Under the light, the front face of the man in white robe is reflected under the street lamp. At this time, it can be seen clearly that the "mask" on his face is fully covered, even his eyes are blocked.

"Whoa!"

But this did not affect the actions of the man in white robes. He disappeared instantly by the roadside.

…

In the conference room, the barbaric madness continued.

Wang Dabiao was covered in blood and slumped against the wall with his arms slightly bent.

On the left side of the conference table, Zuo Zuoan pressed Sister Yaya's head and prepared to tear open her skirt with both hands: "Oh, why don't you resist? You enjoy it, don't you?! You... have been beaten by countless people

…!”

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the wall on the second floor collapsed.

A white shadow flew in and Arthur, who was standing at the door, suddenly turned his head and raised his right arm.

"Bang!"

The energy of the two people was shot out together, resulting in a mid-air collision.

"Gudong!"
Chapter completed!