Europe, Gold Coast.

"Hey, Dao Feng, this Chinese guy is really ugly. I really don't know why Linghu rescued him. Could it be that he likes this guy?" A Russian man with a beard and a bear-like figure looked at him.

Zhao Ziyang was lying on the bed with his mouth curled up.

"Omo, I actually think this guy is much more handsome than you. But I don't think Linghu is attracted to him. You know, Orientals are very mysterious. For example, the Chinese boy who has been specially cared for by Linghu

Suddenly I opened my eyes..."

"Hey, Blade, do you think this is possible?" Omo stretched out his big hand like a cattail fan, took out the wine bottle from his pocket and took a sip and said: "I believe in Linghu, she said ten days must be... ha,

Vodka is the best, eh..."

A smell of alcohol floated on Zhao Ziyang's face, causing him to wake up slowly from his coma. But he did not move. He suppressed the slight beating of his eyelids, maintained the rhythm of his breathing, and pretended that he was still in a coma.

Same as in.

Where is this? Who is speaking?

Zhao Ziyang's brain, which had just woken up, was immediately running at high speed. He had to figure out what was going on with him now.

One, two, there are only two people's auras in the room. They are both men. The auras emanating from their bodies are not weak. It is obvious that they can feel the murderous aura that cannot be concealed after being in the battlefield for a long time.

Two, should be no problem!

Zhao Ziyang gritted his teeth secretly in his heart. When there were two dangerous people around him, he had to suddenly make a sudden move to restrain the other person, and then figure out where he was and who the other person was.

Omo held the flask and took another deep sip of vodka. He looked at Zhao Ziyang. His eyes suddenly opened wide, full of disbelief. He saw the Chinese boy on the bed opened his eyes. Surprisingly, he really woke up.

?

His first reaction was that it was impossible, because he saw with his own eyes that Linghu injected ten milliliters of "deep amnesia" into the Chinese boy. It was absolutely impossible for him to wake up in such a short period of time!

But before the bear-like Omo could finish marveling, he found that his arm was tightly grasped by Zhao Ziyang on the bed, and then he saw the murderous intent gushing out of the other person's open eyes.

This unconcealed murderous intent pierced Omo's eyes, making Omo immediately feel as if he was facing a powerful enemy. The muscles in his body instantly contracted and tightened. He grabbed Zhao Ziyang's left hand that was holding his arm with his backhand, and his right palm became like a knife.

He struck hard at the main artery in Zhao Ziyang's neck.

When Omo entered the fighting state, he didn't have the clumsiness of a bear-like body at all. On the contrary, his speed was very fast, astonishingly fast.

It's just that Zhao Ziyang woke up faster, so fast that even Omo couldn't resist.

The moment Omo's knife fell on his neck, Zhao Ziyang suddenly ducked to one side, raised his right foot and hit Omo's ribs hard. At the same time, he used his left hand to break away from Omo's fan-like palm.

, and hit the opponent's lower abdomen with an uppercut.

"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled sounds of contact between fists and flesh came out. Omo's huge body didn't even sway. He stretched out his hand and patted his ribs gently, showing that he was fine. It was just a part of him.

His face became ferocious, the muscles all over his body swelled horribly, and the combat uniform wrapped around him made the sound of cracks.

"Oh my God, Omo, please don't do this, you will crush the Chinese boy to death." After a brief surprise, Dao Bian saw Omo entering the fighting state, and immediately pinched his forehead and made a sound that something was wrong.

.

At this time, Omo is like a Nordic berserker, full of impeccable and perfect explosive power. In this case, it only takes one punch to beat the fragile Chinese boy into a pulp.

"Huhu..." Omo breathed heavily, staring at Zhao Ziyang, who was standing in front of him across the bed from him, with eyes like bells.

"Shut up!" Omo roared at the blade behind him, then stretched out his hands to lift the bed in front of him towards Zhao Ziyang.

"Damn! Omo, you stupid big bear, if the spirit fox knows that we sneak in to see what's new, we will be dead!" Blade groaned and looked at the poor face helplessly.

The bed was lifted up in the air by Omo and hit the Chinese boy hard.

With a "boom", something unbelievable happened to Blade: he was supposed to hit the Chinese boy on the bed on the ground, but instead he rushed towards Omo faster than he could hit him!

Looking at the bed flying toward him, a disdainful smile appeared on Omo's lips. He stretched out his right arm and made a downward slashing motion.

"Wow!"

The sound of the bed board breaking was heard, and the entire bed was torn apart under the impact of Omo's gravity.

Just when the bed board shattered and blocked his view, Zhao Ziyang's body moved like lightning. At the same time, he jumped forward and kicked Omo's chest hard with a fierce side kick.

With a "bang" sound, this kick hit Omo firmly, but it only shook his bear-like strong body.

"Drink!" A loud shout came from Omo's mouth. After he was kicked in the chest, he stretched out his right hand like lightning and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's collar, as if grabbing a poor chicken, and slammed it to the ground.

Whip away.

However, when he was just halfway through this action, he noticed that Zhao Ziyang suddenly lifted his waist, his legs were tightly wrapped around his arms like a snake, and then he twisted his waist in front of Omo's surprised eyes.

"Roar!" Omo roared as his arm was entangled with the opponent's body. The muscles in his arm swelled again, and he threw Zhao Ziyang to the side.

An unstoppable force came and Zhao Ziyang was thrown to the wall. But the moment his body touched the wall, he bent his legs and pushed against the wall. His whole body instantly shrank into a ball to relieve the huge force, and then

With a fierce exertion, he flew forward like a cannonball, and his target became a blade.

Compared to Biormo, the blade is obviously much weaker.

Blade's eyes immediately narrowed reflexively as he was attacked. He felt the power of the punch through the sound of the wind, and he immediately retreated backwards to avoid Zhao Ziyang's attack.

Zhao Ziyang, whose body lost all power and fell to the ground, stepped forward with his right foot again, chasing the blade and punching hard.

With a "bang" sound, the blade of his fist hit Blade's forearm directly. At the moment of contact, his blade completed a rotation that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

"Ah!" Dao Feng let out a cry of pain and quickly retracted his forearm. He saw that the forearm that was in contact with Zhao Ziyang's fist became fleshy and torn, and dark red blood kept seeping out, and he screamed uncontrollably.

Trembling slightly.

Horror! This is the first feeling in Dao Feng’s heart!

The opponent's fist is not just a violent strike, but at the moment of the violent strike, it causes a tearing effect through rapid friction with the skin. Only a few people in the mercenary world can achieve such strength and speed.

In an instant, Daofeng's eyes lit up, and Zhao Ziyang in his eyes seemed to have turned into a rare treasure. It was so precious.

"Hey hey hey, stop it, stop it, are you doing Chinese Kung Fu?" Daofeng waved his hand to signal Zhao Ziyang to stop attacking, with excitement in his eyes.

"Bruce Lee, oooo..." The excited Blade did a Bruce Lee signature move and let out a howl.

With a "bang", Blade, who made Bruce Lee's movements, felt a sharp pain in his calf and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey, man, you can't do this to me, I'm a loyal fan of Chinese Kung Fu..."

"Get out!" Zhao Ziyang glared coldly at the blade on the ground, looked around, then grabbed the blade and asked in a cold and biting tone: "Where is this?"

"Relax, relax, buddy, you need to relax." The caught Blade tried to calm Zhao Ziyang's nerves, and said to Zhao Ziyang with excitement: "Can you teach me Chinese Kung Fu? I am a very good student. By the way,

Do you know the most popular young gambling god in Las Vegas back then? That’s me. I can take you to the depraved Las Vegas and enjoy the life that only the United States can have, beauties, fancy cars, and by the way, in the end

The most important thing is to enjoy the feeling of God, that is so wonderful, aha..."

"This is Europe." A clear female voice came, and a spirit fox with long golden hair walked in: fair skin, tall figure, eyes as green as emerald, especially the tall bridge of his nose.

A pair of glasses accentuated her sexy and intellectual beauty.

Zhao Ziyang was stunned for a moment when he saw Linghu walking in. He didn't expect there would be a woman here.

"Omo, Blade, you two, get out of here, why did you enter my laboratory without my permission?!"

Omo, who wanted to give Zhao Ziyang a hard blow from behind, withdrew his hand, glanced at Linghu, and then said to Zhao Ziyang with a fierce face: "If you have the guts, get in the ring and I will tear you to pieces!

"

"Afraid of you?" Zhao Ziyang responded arrogantly to Omo's threat. He was not afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight.

"Get out!" Linghu got angry, pointed at the door and shouted at Omo and Daofeng.

"Humph!" Omo snorted heavily, clapped his hands and walked out.

"Hey, Chinese Kung Fu, oooo..." Blade imitated Bruce Lee once again, turned around and ran out.

Zhao Ziyang showed no expression. He knew that the harmless woman in front of him was the real danger, because the two people were afraid of her just now!

"Actually, you should sleep a little longer." Linhu smiled mischievously at Zhao Ziyang and walked towards him.

A faint fragrance hit him, making Zhao Ziyang feel very comfortable. But as soon as this feeling came over him, he immediately held his breath and reached out to pinch the white and tender neck of the spirit fox.

As soon as he stretched out his hand halfway, he felt an irresistible dizziness in his brain, and he fell heavily to the ground and fell asleep.

"Hehe..." Linghu smiled slyly, grabbed Zhao Ziyang's collar, dragged him to the bed, and whispered to him: "My little white mouse, you are so awesome, hehe..."

A kind of Frankenstein madness bloomed in Linghu's eyes, and he stretched out his pink tongue and licked his lower lip, and tied Zhao Ziyang tightly.

A tube full of blood was extracted from Zhao Ziyang's body. Linghu immediately got busy. While conducting tests on Zhao Ziyang's blood, he muttered to himself: The cell regeneration capacity is more than three times that of normal people, which means that the ability to recover from injuries is much longer.
Chapter completed!