The Lion King's body was out of control, and he crashed straight into the bearded man's face.

The bearded man frowned and wanted to avoid it, but he was also worried that the Lion King would suddenly hijack Ye Qingcheng and me behind him, and then he would take action.

With this thought in mind, the bearded man took action decisively and slapped the Lion King on the chest.

The nearly two-meter-long body of the Lion King was slapped far away by the bearded palm, just like a large rubber ball.

The jellyfish that suddenly took action had already taken the opportunity to escape towards the woods. The bearded man narrowed his eyes, took out the old bow from behind, then opened the bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the escaping jellyfish ahead.

The jellyfish is also extremely clever. She knows that the bearded man is a sharpshooter, so when escaping, the jellyfish always uses an S-curve to escape to prevent the bearded man's arrows from hitting him.

The bearded man did not rush to take action, but kept aiming at his prey with narrowed eyes.

Just when the jellyfish was about to escape his range, the bearded man finally let go of his hand.

Whoosh!

The arrow that left the string quickly fell off the bearded hand, and the next moment it was inserted into the jellyfish's body.

Unfortunately, the bearded man did not hit the jellyfish in the back, but on the jellyfish's shoulder.

Due to the huge impact, the jellyfish's body fell directly to the ground, where it was left to chew on the mud.

However, the jellyfish still endured the pain and stood up, running forward without looking back.

Big Beard did not pursue it. With Big Beard's speed and familiarity with this place, it would only take a matter of minutes for Big Beard to catch up with the injured jellyfish.

However, Big Beard gave up such an idea. After all, Ye Qingcheng and I have no fighting ability at all. If something unexpected happens, things will be terrible.

The bearded man turned his attention to the Lion King on the side. At this time, the Lion King held back the pain and kept looking at the escaping jellyfish. Seeing that the bearded man could not keep the woman who sold him, the Lion King couldn't help but

He cursed loudly: "This bitch! I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

Feeling the bearded gaze, the Lion King couldn't help but startled, and quickly took a few steps back, his eyes full of fear.

"Since she ran away, then you can answer the question I just asked." Big Beard continued to put the big bow on his back and asked the Lion King expressionlessly.

"What is your relationship with the Illuminati? If you tell me, I might let you live."

"I really don't know what the Illuminati you are talking about is." The Lion King glanced at the bearded man and explained.

"Then who sent you? And what organization do you belong to?" Behind the bearded man, I looked at the Lion King and asked.

The Lion King looked at me and had no intention of speaking.

"Why, aren't you willing to answer?" I squinted at the bearded man.

"Which killer have you ever seen say this? I am indeed a killer, not a gangster." The Lion King shrugged and said with an indifferent expression.

At this time, the Lion King had been slapped by Big Beard's palm, causing pain all over his internal organs. The Lion King knew that even if the person in front of him didn't do anything to him, he wouldn't be able to do it.

The Lion King is able to make such a relaxed expression at this time, and his nerves are strong enough.

"If you don't say anything, I will make your life worse than death!" I threatened fiercely.

"I don't think there is anything more terrifying than death." The Lion King said, and then he stretched out his hand and touched himself, as if he was looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" I squinted my eyes and asked with a vigilant look on my face, for fear that this Lion King was up to something else.

The Lion King took out a cigar, shook it at me and said, "I'm just smoking a cigarette, do you mind? If you mind, I won't smoke."

Seeing that I was silent, the Lion King looked at me again and said, "Thank you, God will bless you."

After speaking, the Lion King lit the cigar with a match and took a nice puff, just like an addict.

As if enjoying the pleasure brought by the cigar, the Lion King leaned his head on the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and looked contented.

He can still show such an expression at such a time, this Lion King is really a weirdo.

"Can you say it now?" I frowned and said to the Lion King.

The Lion King didn't answer, didn't open his eyes, or even make the slightest move, which made me feel very strange.

The bearded man also frowned and glanced at the Lion King, and said, "He is already dead."

Dead?

I couldn't help but be startled, what the hell did you belch after just one puff of cigarette? This guy hasn't even answered my question yet.

"Did you kill him?" I asked, looking at the bearded man.

"It wasn't me, it was him who committed suicide." The bearded man shook his head. He knew the severity of his attack. With the Lion King's physique, he could still survive at least two hours.

However, the Lion King has now expired, apparently committing suicide.

"Coward!" I couldn't help but yell!

The bearded man walked up to the Lion King and squatted down in front of him expressionlessly, then stretched out his hand and pinched the Lion King's chin open. Sure enough, there was a pool of black blood in the Lion King's mouth.

I couldn't help but be stunned. Could it be that there was something wrong with the cigarettes the Lion King smoked?

The bearded man stuck his finger into the Lion King's mouth and pulled out a tooth.

"Fangs?" I couldn't help but be horrified.

"You know?" The bearded man turned his head and looked at me in surprise.

"I have seen many people commit suicide in this way." I frowned and said.

The Lion King also ended his life in this way. The last time I saw this way was when I had just arrived in Yangcheng. The person who had been following us also ended his life in this way.

The first time I saw someone commit suicide with fangs hidden in his mouth was in France. He was a killer from a European mysterious organization.

In this case, what is the connection between these two? Is it coincidence or necessity?

Thinking of this, my eyes narrowed.

"When I dealt with a group of lunatics in the past, they also used this method to end their lives." The bearded man said with narrowed eyes as he looked at the fangs in his hand.

"Huh? Is this the Illuminati you are talking about?" I looked at the bearded man in confusion and asked.

"Yes." The bearded man didn't hide anything.

"What does this Illuminati do? Who are they?" I confirmed.
Chapter completed!