2215: C2215 Unbelievable Tang Jiang

C2215 Unbelievable Tang Jiang

"Since you dare to come over here and even kill so many of my Tang Family, take this gift as a reward from me."0

Tang Jiang snapped his fingers and quickly retreated two steps. In the next second, Mask Man, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly twitched.

The huge mouth of the blood basin disappeared. The arrogance from before was no longer there, and the smugness from before was nowhere to be seen.

Something seemed to be moving inside his stomach, or something seemed to be exploding. Just as he was about to reach his hand into his stomach, he felt a sharp pain that splattered all over his palm.

Looking down with great difficulty, he could see that there was no body left. All of them had been turned into a bloody mess. The upper half of his body was controlled by some unknown force, and soon, ripples of energy emanated from it.

"You … "You …"

Ye Zichen opened his mouth to say something, but the vitality of his life was already completely gone. The next second, he was lying in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief as they finally lost their luster.

Who could tell him what was going on?

There was actually a reason why the organization was wary of the Chinese.

This time it was too tragic, I didn't expect to die in the hands of the Chinese.

Ideas kept popping up in his mind. This was Mask Man's last thought before he died.

The originally one-sided battle had now turned into a one-sided battle. The only difference was that their characters had changed. The two Western Adepts had died in the hands of Ye Lang.

"Yingjie, what happened?"

He turned around and looked at his son who was breathing heavily. Tang Jiang snorted coldly, "I told you to stay here during my closed door training. Are you trying to stir up all this trouble for me now?"

Tang Yingjie finally breathed a sigh of relief for the rest of his life after he died. Now, hearing his father's words, his breath tightened. Feeling his father's sharp gaze, he swallowed hard.

"Dad, someone modified our 72 needles."

Knowing that his father didn't like listening to nonsense, Tang Yingjie immediately talked about the main point of this matter: "Our seventy-two needles were improved to eighty-one needles."

"What?" What did you say? Tell me again, has the seventy-two needles been improved? "

Tang Jiang, who was just about to get angry, widened his eyes in disbelief when he heard his son's words. "That's impossible, there's no one in this world who can improve the hidden weapons in our Tang Family, especially the seventy-two needles."

Suddenly, Tang Jiang rushed in front of Tang Yingjie and put his hand on his son's neck, "To avoid responsibility and give such a grand reason, even if you are my son, I will still kill you."

Compared to his son, the family honor had always been paramount in Tang Jiang's heart. As for his son, if it affected the future of the family, then he could just cripple him or even kill him.

Tang Yingjie, who had heard of his father since he was young, naturally knew his father's character. His legs trembled in fear when he saw the emotionless gaze of his father.

"Dad …" It's true, what I said was true... I got all the hidden weapons back. "

After using all of his strength, Tang Yingjie quickly explained what happened at Zhuge's dinner party and pointed at the green wolf not far away.

"The box is on the wolf. That's the improved 81 needles."

Tang Jiang, who was about to attack, looked over when he heard that. The next second, he let go of his son and quickly walked to the side of the Green Wolf. With one foot, he stepped on the dying wolf to death and picked up the black concealed weapon box.

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