What the hell is going on?
The boss of the Seven Kills organization, known as the Asian Killer God, is actually a fan of Zhao Tianming.
Zhao Tianming looked at the God of Death. He didn't seem to be lying. There was infinite admiration in his eyes.
This is embarrassing!
"Then what do you think should be done about this matter?"
Zhao Tianming asked.
The God of Death said quickly: "It is true that we have offended you this time. We are going to kill or behead you. We and I have nothing to say."
"Hey, a question suddenly occurred to me, how can you be sure that I am Pluto?"
Zhao Tianming suddenly asked.
He suspected that the other party was deceiving him.
Unexpectedly, the God of Death was not blushing but his heart was not beating: "I have a friend who is actually from your Hades Palace. I called him before coming here and he said that you are in Hong Kong Island now. This shouldn't be wrong, right? "
"Forget it, it doesn't make any sense, let's go."
ah?
The God of Death was a little confused.
"Sir, are you just going to let us go?"
"Didn't you say you are my fans? How inappropriate would it be for me to kill you? Hehe, but give me your number. If I ask you to do something later, you won't refuse me, right?"
"I don't dare. I will definitely do whatever your lord has to do. I will go back and kill Han Yuntian and vent your anger on your behalf."
The God of Death hated Han Yuntian with a passion.
If Zhao Tianming hadn't shown mercy, the Seven Kills organization would have been doomed.
What a brave dog, how dare you disrespect Pluto!
Zhao Tianming said: "Don't worry, wait for my news."
The god of death left with the poisonous rose.
Su Shengnan received another call from Qin Yu.
She hung up the phone and stood up quickly: "Let's go to the hospital."
"What's wrong?"
"Qin Yu's husband was injured by Han Yunhai's men and is currently being treated in the hospital. Moreover, the Desheng Building was taken back by the Han family."
Su Shengnan said murderously: "Are these people from the Han family idiots? Who gave them the courage!"
When Zhao Tianming heard this, he immediately became angry.
The two went out and went straight to the hospital.
Soon, they met Zhao Desheng in a ward. m.
Zhao Desheng's injuries were not very serious, they were all minor injuries, but his face was beaten into a pig's head.
After treatment, he is now lying in bed recuperating.
"The injury is not too serious."
Zhao Tianming checked it over and said in a deep voice.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Su Shengnan asked Qin Yu.
Qin Yu was a little uneasy, hesitated again and again, and finally said: "Yesterday, Han Yunhai found our home and threatened us with his children. In the end, all the money was returned to them, and my husband was injured. We didn't plan to call. Yes, but it is related to the safety of the children. We really can't deal with them, so we have to ask you for help. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
"Where's the child?"
Zhao Tianming asked.
"Still in school, but Han Yunhai sent people to guard outside the school."
Qin Yu said.
Su Shengnan said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Qin Yu, I'm sorry about this matter. If we hadn't eliminated the root cause, this wouldn't have happened. But don't worry, I will definitely make the decision for you."
Then she looked at Zhao Tianming: "Husband, are you coming or should I come? If not, I will go to the Han family and kill them all."
She is really murderous now and wants to kill someone.
Zhao Tianming said: "It's better for me to do it. Since the concert is over and they don't follow the rules, let's kill them and let me make a call."
He took out his mobile phone, called the God of Death of Qisha, reported his address, and said, "Bring Han Yunhai to me immediately."
…
At this time, Mr. Han and a female college student were making love in a hotel.
"Third Master, I want to buy a bag."
At this time, the female college student was like a well-behaved kitten, curled up in Mr. Han's arms, holding the vital part of Mr. Han's lower body with one jade hand, drawing circles with her fingers, and her voice was cooing.
Mr. Han was lying on the bedside, holding the softness of the woman's chest, with a look of endless aftertaste on his face.
"Buy, buy, buy, buy, as long as the third master feels comfortable serving you today, is that a big deal?"
"Thank you, Third Master, shall we go now?"
"Fuck you, come on, you little devil, I have to make you surrender and beg for mercy today!"
Mr. Han laughed and said.
"Third Master, I beg you, please let me go."
The woman's voice was soft, and she was shaking hard between Mr. Han's legs, and her words were slurred.
"Damn it, you little devil."
Mr. Han took in breaths repeatedly.
He couldn't stand it.
I feel like I am going to heaven at any moment.
In less than a minute, he immediately turned over and pressed the woman under him, trying to show off his majesty as a man.
Although each battle rarely lasted more than five minutes, he still enjoyed it.
But at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Why would Mr. Han have so many worries and continue to sprint?
He thought it was a hotel waiter, so he didn't take it to heart at all and ignored it.
But the knocking on the door continued.
Third Master Han couldn't bear it anymore and cursed: "Go away, don't disturb Third Master's benefits!"
The next second, the door was opened.
A man appeared in the room, followed by two people.
If Zhao Tianming were here, he would definitely recognize the man leading him. He was the boss of the Seven Kills organization, nicknamed the God of Killing.
The God of Death brought people in without saying a word. He walked straight to the bed, grabbed Mr. Han's hair, and threw him from the bed to the ground.
Mr. Han was at a critical moment. He had entered a state of selflessness. After being treated like this, he suddenly became dejected and could no longer look up.
The woman also let out a scream and quickly pulled the quilt to cover her body.
"I'm not interested in you, but if you dare to scream again, I will throw you out of this window. If you don't believe me, you can try it."
The God of Death said with a frown.
The woman shut up immediately.
She sensed danger.
But Mr. Han didn't recognize the God of Death. He got up from the ground and said fiercely to the God of Death: "Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? Believe it or not, I will kill you!"
boom!
The God of Death kicked him out.
Mr. Han fell to the ground again, clutching his chest. The corners of his mouth began to bleed. He couldn't get up for a long time.
"Who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me like this and even kill me!"
The God of Death said coldly.
Mr. Han wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and still looked arrogant: "Okay, boy, if you have the guts, do you know who I am?"
"Han Yunhai, the third son of the Han family, did I say something wrong?"
"Since you know who I am, you still dare to attack me. Are you crazy?"
Mr. Han is really a fool.
At this point, you still don’t understand the situation.
"Idiot!"
The God of Death gave his own evaluation.
Then he introduced himself formally.
"Have you ever heard of Seven Kills?"
Mr. Han was stunned and his eyes widened: "You, are you from Qisha?"
"Yes, I am the God of Death."
"It turns out it's you, but shouldn't you kill the guy named Zhao? You took money from our Han family, and you dare to attack your employer. Are you crazy?"
Mr. Han was a little confused.
"Forget it, I'm an idiot for wasting so much time with you, let's go, I'll take you somewhere, if you don't obey, I'll kill you at any time, take you away!"
Some people died, but not completely...
