"Western Region Poison Sect!"

Song Hongtai frowned and his face was as serious as water, and finally he spit out these four words.

He knew very well that as long as he did not agree, the next half-inch-deep palm print would be printed on him.

If you say it out, you will be retaliated by the Western Regions Poison Sect in the future. If you don’t say it out, you will be retaliated by Qin Yi now.

Song Hongtai wants to live through tonight more than worrying about tomorrow!

"Western Region Poison Sect? What is that?"

In Qin Yi's memory, he had never heard of the name of this force, most of which appeared after his ascension.

"It is rumored that people from the Western Region Poison Sect are good at using various terrible magical poisons, and like to hide behind the scenes and control many powerful families and sects."

"They are the largest force in the Western Regions, and even the real martial arts saints dare not provoke them. Once they offend the Western Regions Poison Sect, the outcome will definitely be terrible. No matter how big a backer you have, it will be futile."

When talking about the terrifying dark forces, even the always conceited King Kong looked pale and showed a look of extreme fear.

"Senior, I advise you that it is better not to understand. Let's stop this matter!" King Kong persuaded in a deep voice.

If Qin Yi was unaware of the great power of heaven and earth, he would not be able to escape punishment if he blamed him, and he would definitely be abused by those devils so much that his life was worse than death.

"Well, I know it!" Qin Yi nodded.

...

After Qin Yi left Tianyuan Building, Song Hongtai and King Kong soon called a video call.

On the big screen in the president's office, a mysterious man suddenly appeared, covered in a dark robe, wearing a strange bronze mask on his face, covering most of his face, only his eyes and lips were exposed.

"Is the matter a mess?"

The mysterious man said coldly.

His voice seemed to have undergone some special treatment, and it sounded hoarse and hard to distinguish.

Plop! Plop!

Song Hongtai and King Kong immediately fell to the ground, their bodies trembled, and they were very frightened.

"Don't calm down! It's not that we are not doing things well, but that Qin Yi is too powerful. Even Mr. King Kong, who is half-step martial saint, is far from his opponent!"

Song Hongtai said in fear, as if facing a ferocious beast, he could only lower his head deeply and did not even dare to look up to face the mysterious man.

"Vajra, is that true?" The mysterious man turned to look at Vajra, his tone getting colder.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Before King Kong could speak, he kept kowtowing and admitting his mistake. He kowtowed hard, humble and humble, like a slave, and could not see the momentum of the Martial Saint at all.

"Don't calm down, the villain deserves to die. He failed to do the task assigned by the adults. That Qin Yi was indeed terrible. He was less than twenty years old, but his strength was terrible."

"Xue Buping, who went with me to assassinate him, was pinned to death by him as soon as he drew his sword. Even the drunkard from the Yinshan Sect was solved by just one encounter."

"His move was so fast that I couldn't even see clearly. As soon as I realized, everything was over."

When I think of Qin Yi just now, King Kong is still scared until now.

He really couldn't understand how a young brat could be so powerful.

"What about you? How many moves have you played with him?"

The mysterious man was slightly silent for a few seconds and suddenly asked.

"Report to the poison envoy, I tried my best to attack him at the peak, but I didn't even cause any damage. Even if... even if he stood and beat me, I couldn't kill him!"

Old King Kong's face turned red and he said intermittently.

As a half-step martial saint, a strong man above all the masters, he can't even beat a high school student.

If this kind of thing is spread, his old face will not be able to survive in the martial arts world, and he will be laughed to death by someone.

"Well? He killed the Drunkard and Xue Buping? Can he defeat you at the same time? Although Drunkard and Xue Buping are useless, they are considered masters of martial arts who have entered the realm of transformation. As for you, you are only one last step away from the edge of the Martial Saint Realm."

The mysterious man's pupils shrank, and a little shock appeared in his eyes.

"If that kid is so powerful as you said, it would be really interesting, very interesting!"

But soon, the shock in the mysterious man's eyes turned into interest, deep interest.

A boy under twenty years old first scared Kenjiro Yagyu away and untie the green poison on Song Qingci's body.

As for now, he has killed two major martial arts masters in a row and easily defeated the Vajra, who is a half-step martial saint.

Such terrible strength is comparable to a true martial arts saint. It really shouldn't come from a teenager!

"Is the young Martial Saint? Is he like that man, has mythical martial arts talent?"

"No, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible! In this world, there is no longer a second young man who has become a saint!"

The mysterious person's thoughts flew in his mind, like a computer version of the same level was running wildly. In just a moment, countless thoughts flashed through him.

Swish!

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes serene.

"Appoint it, I want to see him in person!"

Click!

When this sentence was finished, the picture on the big screen came to an abrupt end. Only Song Hongtai and King Kong were left, looking at each other, with each other's faces heavy.

They have already boarded the Western Regions Poison Sect's ship, and it is absolutely impossible to get off, unless - die!

"Mr. King Kong, what should we do?"

At this time, Song Hongtai suddenly regretted it.

If he had not been greedy for wealth and power and had not fought for the position of the head of the Song family, he would not have been on the pirate ship of the Western Regions Poison Sect now.

"Haha, what else can I do? Let's do as follows what the Poison Envoy said!" King Kong sneered.

As a rebellious disciple who defected from Tantric Buddhism, if the Western Regions Poison Sect had not protected him, Vajra would have been captured alive by the Tantric Buddhism masters. He would have been in the tower of repentance, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name for the rest of his life until he turned into a dry bone!

"Oh, now, we can only do this."

Song Hongtai sighed a long sigh, turned his back, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Behind him, the young female secretary who was once beloved by him, a school beauty-level student who had just graduated from Haizhou University of Finance and Economics, was being pinched by the burly King Kong, and he was holding up his whole body with one hand.

No matter how the young female secretary struggled, how she wailed, or how she asked for help, Song Hongtai turned a deaf ear and stood in front of the window, quietly watching the night view of Yangzhou city.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!