Looking at the completely silent Tianzhu employees around him, Zhao Hai finally fell silent helplessly.
"Is Zhang Ziliang still guarding against me after all?"
"Three eternal nights without my help, does he really have the confidence to survive it?"
"Or, he has other back-ups."
"What an interesting person."
Obviously, Zhao Hai was not as angry as he appeared on the surface, but was calmly analyzing the cards in Zhang Ziliang's hand.
In his opinion, given the importance that Heavenly Court and Lingshan place on Three Eternal Nights, it is impossible to give Zhang Ziliang a chance to turn around.
in other words...
Tianzhu, in the eyes of these two families, is not much better than ants. At best, it is just a beautiful and delicious cake.
In the final analysis, the previous New Year's War was just a small fight between the two forces. When they got serious, the strength they unleashed was absolutely terrifying and unstoppable.
Can Zhang Ziliang... really be able to withstand this kind of thunderous crushing force?
Without your own help.
The essential...
He is now tied to Tianzhu. If Zhang Ziliang cannot bear it, he is not far from death.
What on earth is this guy thinking?
Zhao Hai stretched, changed into a comfortable position and fell down, as if the environment he lived in was not a prison cell, but some kind of fairyland on earth.
Tian group branch.
Zhang Ziliang looked at the computer screen in front of him, and it was Zhao Hai's figure displayed on it.
"This guy can really keep his composure."
Zhang Ziliang rubbed his chin, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and murmured to himself.
Although the two of them are not together, they seem to have an aura like playing chess in the distance.
…
Inside the post office.
After thoroughly digesting the energy in his body, Wang Ye took a deep breath and stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and was quite satisfied with the current strength in his body.
I should, probably... be able to beat Li Xinghe now.
To put it another way, is he now considered to have the highest combat power in the Tian group...
I always feel like I can find a way to usurp the position, and it feels great to be the team leader.
For some reason, Wang Ye suddenly thought of Li Xinghe, then suddenly thought of the Tian Group, and naturally thought of the position of team leader.
Is it easier for a person with high IQ to usurp the throne, or is it easier for a person with high strength to usurp the throne?
By the way...
Why do I feel that Tianzhu's style of painting is getting weirder and weirder, and my first thought has become to usurp the throne...
"Hey, your strength has improved?"
Suddenly, a gloomy atmosphere surged in the post office. Po Meng, hunched over, slowly walked out of the shadows with a smile on her face.
"Um."
"It's ok."
Wang Ye nodded slightly.
Po Meng glanced at Wang Ye curiously and asked, "What is your belief in your heart?"
"I am invincible in this world."
For some reason, Wang Ye suddenly remembered Li Hongtian's pretentious words in the ancient domain, and subconsciously imitated his tone.
The road to invincibility!
"oh."
There was no surprise to Po Meng, as if she had already guessed Wang Ye's belief: "It's great, the path to invincibility, the proud son of heaven."
"awesome."
Po Meng said a few words perfunctorily, without any sincerity in her words.
While talking, Mrs. Meng lifted the crutch in her hand and changed from leaning on it to carrying it, just like the gangsters on the roadside would carry a stick in their hands when fighting.
“The new stars of the future are already rising in front of us.”
"Perhaps it will be something I can't even dream of in the future."
"If you don't give me a beating, it might be too late..."
Po Meng murmured to herself, mumbling something in her mouth.
When Wang Ye heard what Meng Po said, his body suddenly stiffened, and the next second he turned around and ran away, very fast, and the whole set of movements was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.
pity...
Po Meng's reaction was faster.
The original body of Po Meng gradually faded and slowly disappeared like a shadow.
The next second, her figure appeared opposite Wang Ye, still smiling, holding her crutch in both hands. Her smile suddenly looked a little ferocious at this moment. She rounded the crutch and threw it at Wang Ye hard. Accompanied by bursts of roaring.
"Damn, you're serious!"
Feeling the power of Meng Po's stick, Wang Ye's expression changed and he subconsciously took two steps back, narrowly dodging the stick.
"Your strength has just skyrocketed, so it is inevitable that you will be a little uncomfortable."
"Aren't I going to help you compress it?"
"It's very expensive to hire a sparring partner at my level."
"I'll practice with you for free today, just have some fun."
"Besides..."
"It's also very satisfying to beat up someone like you who takes the path of invincibility."
"It can be regarded as fulfilling a small wish I had back then."
There was a hint of teasing in Po Meng's voice, but there was no pause in the movement of her hands. She moved very fast. Almost as soon as Wang Ye dodged, Po Meng took two steps forward again and pressed against Wang Ye. Not far in front of him, he raised the crutch in his hand again and stabbed Wang Ye in the lower back.
This poke was very essential. Her figure was stuck in the blind spot of Wang Ye's field of vision. The outstretched crutch did not attract Wang Ye's attention at all, and it did not even make any noise.
Unprepared, Wang Ye was stabbed directly and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Wang Ye has relatively rich combat experience. He rolled around on the ground almost as soon as he was stabbed. He looked very embarrassed, but the effect was surprising. He removed the strength of the stick and fought with it. Po Meng distanced herself.
pity...
The strength gap is still too big.
Po Meng...
In ancient times, there were existences that could compete with those Buddhas, and Wang Ye was just a newly promoted Bodhisattva.
The scene cannot be described as a beating, it can only be described as bloody and cruel!
And this bloody scene lasted for thirty minutes.
The main reason is that Wang Ye's body is equally strong, not inferior to those of the Bodhisattvas from Lingshan, so... he is more resistant to beatings.
The more Po Meng beats, the better she becomes, using various postures and swinging the cane.
It wasn't until Wang Ye's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and all the energy in his body was exhausted, that Meng Po stopped her hand with lingering intention, returned to her previous kind appearance, stood quietly aside, and looked at Wang Ye gently: "With your current physical fitness , you should be able to recover after just ten minutes of rest.”
"I'm waiting for you..."
Hearing Po Meng's words, Wang Ye shuddered subconsciously, looking at Po Meng as if he were looking at an evil ghost.
"why..."
"Aren't you my good grandma?"
"I didn't offend you either!"
Wang Ye righteously reprimanded Po Meng for her viciousness.
Po Meng raised her head calmly, glanced at Wang Ye, and said calmly: "Isn't it natural for grandma to beat her grandson?"
"You did not offend me, but I think you are a little unhappy..."
