1108: C1108 Time Is Very Slow

C1108 Time Is Very Slow

In a certain room, a noblewoman dressed in gold and silver said disapprovingly.

"Hubby, what are we doing? Why are you leaving in such a flustered manner? as if they were escaping for their lives? "

"Don't ask too many questions. Pack your things and leave Xian J City before it gets dark."

"Anyway, it's better to go as far as possible. I won't return to J City from now on!"

A fat middle-aged man said seriously.

"Hubby, what happened? You're the manager of Wu Xing Corporation, why are you leaving like this …"

"What's the use of money if you're dead!" "Don't ask too much, just do as I say. Things are not as simple as you think!"

the fat middle-aged man hurriedly said as he packed up some valuables.

Now that Heracleum didn't want to help them, the only thing they could do was to escape from this place as far as possible.

Night gradually descended.

Heracleum said disapprovingly as he stood by the window and looked at the hazy sky.

"I'm afraid tonight is a bloody night."

Heracleum, the odd group, and Chubby Brother all believed that Lee Jun would not act against them, considering their identities.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Lee Jun's degree of insanity. Even the leader of Di Yang, Lee Jun, disdained them, so why would he care about them?

Night had fallen, and everyone had fallen into silence. The thirteen people who had participated in the incident had all fled from the city.

Time, 9 o'clock in the evening. The twelve Soul Group soldiers began to move.

On a stretch of highway, a car was speeding along with two gunshots.

Two of the rear tires of a speeding car burst through by bullets.

There was a sharp screech of brakes, and a long trail of sparks flew off the ground.

The speeding car crashed into the protective fence and came to a halt.

The head of the middle-aged man that was driving the carriage was violently knocked away, causing blood to flow out from the head of the driver.

The middle-aged man crawled out to see what was going on with the rear tire.

When the middle-aged man noticed that there were two bullet holes on the rear tire, he was shocked and took out his gun.

That madman has found him! The first reaction in the middle-aged man's mind.

The middle-aged man walked toward the car vigilantly. When he realized that his wife and children were unconscious, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He was fine just a moment ago, why did he suddenly faint?

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to recover from his shock, a hand behind his back grabbed him by the neck.

The middle-aged man subconsciously turned his head and pointed his gun at the person behind him. He didn't wait to fire.

Crack * The man's arm was broken.

With a blood-curdling screech, the gun dropped onto the ground. The middle-aged man subconsciously begged for mercy.

"I'll give you anything you want, don't kill me!"

"I want your life. You can leave it to me now."

After one of the members of Soul Group finished speaking, a dagger appeared in his hand and a white light flashed.

The middle-aged man did not react, and his head fell to the ground. Soul Group members carved four words on the body of the car, then turned and left.

When the middle-aged man was killed, the other twelve fleeing participants were all killed.

In a short ten minutes, Bureau Of Security received thirteen warning calls for people to kill each other. At this time, the oddity group sent out their security guards to rush over.

When the group learned that thirteen people had died, they couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air at the same time.

He was sure that there was more than one person who had made a move this time!

There were at least 13 people who participated in this. After hearing the news, the people in the oddity group, Chubby Brother and Heracleum, couldn't help but feel fear.

But no matter what, the matter had finally been resolved and the matter was finally over.

After that, they began to work on the aftermath of the fight. That madman had created such a huge disturbance that everyone was panic-stricken.

However, Heracleum and the others were puzzled by one thing. Something so huge had happened that the higher-ups unexpectedly ignored it?

No matter what, things had finally come to an end.

Of course, it was only the odd group. Chubby Brother and Heracleum thought that it was the end.

Whether it was the end or not was not in their hands, so Lee Jun said.

After finishing the mission, the twelve soldiers of Soul Group reported to Lee Jun and then went back to the hotel to rest.

Because tomorrow, the city will have a huge change in the weather, so we have to be full of energy and be prepared for tomorrow.

The next morning, Soul Group Soldiers began to inquire about the location of the Black Hall.

After a day of inquiring, Soul Group Soldiers came back to report the Black Hall stronghold.

Lee Jun said calmly after hearing Soul Group Soldiers's report.

"Zhou Wu, at 12 o'clock tonight, clean up the Black Hall. Those who resist will be killed without mercy."

"Yes, Elder Brother Jun."

The Twelve Soul Group soldiers retreated out of the room. The Huamen Sect s of over four thousand armed members had all arrived at the Xian J city.

Over four thousand people, their faces were filled with excitement. They were waiting, waiting to show off their great Huamen Sect.

The day quickly passed and night came. The sky slowly darkened.

Many of the people who liked to stroll around the night market stayed out of doors for a few days.

Everyone knew that a lunatic was wandering about in the darkness. They didn't dare to go out, fearing that they would be targeted by that lunatic.

At this moment, there were people who were on tenterhooks, not daring to sleep.

The ones who were worried were none other than Chubby Brother and Heracleum of the odd group.

When night fell and the madman did not take action tonight, it meant that the matter was over.

Tonight, Heracleum and the rest felt that time passed by so slowly.1

Seeing that nine o'clock was about to arrive, Chubby Brother, Heracleum, and the others held their breath.

The ones who died a few days ago were all at 9 o'clock sharp.

They were praying that at nine o'clock, the madman would not appear.

When the clock pointed at nine o'clock, the three people present couldn't help but hold their breaths.

Fortunately, nine o'clock had passed and they had not met the madman.

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