The wealthy God of War in the city

"Luo Yun, I can't live anymore."

"Help me take care of Qianqian."

These two sentences were written on the blood-stained letter paper.

In the red battle camp, Luo Yun tightly squeezed the letter paper in his hand, his eyes were about to split, and his veins burst out.

But he restrained himself, not letting tears flow down, gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice:

"Is this the last thing left by Ah Feng?"

There was endless grief and indignation in the voice.

A group of soldiers nearby lowered their heads, their faces full of sadness: "General Yun mourns."

Luo Yun took a deep breath, carefully folded the letter, and put it in his coat pocket.

Immediately, he turned and walked out of the camp, with a cold light in his eyes; "Kill!"

In this battle, the sea of ​​blood was overwhelming, and all the enemy generals were put to death, Luo Yun, a battle to become a god!He is a well-deserved god of war.

At the end of the war, Luo Yun appealed to the organization and returned to Linchuan.

The organization readily agreed and bestowed the title of "God of War"!
The next day, Luo Yun boarded the plane back to Linchuan.

On the quiet plane, the passengers were drowsy. In the corner, Luo Yun opened the letter in his jacket pocket again, looked at the handwriting on the paper, and in his mind, he seemed to be teaching his younger brother to write again when he was a child.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "Ah Feng, don't worry, I will protect Qianqian and treat her as my own daughter!"

But at this moment, beside him, there was a loud bang.

"Cao Nima! You don't have eyes?!"

It was a young man, dressed luxuriously, he looked like a playboy.

In front of him was an old man in his sixties, dressed in shabby clothes, and his rubber shoes were covered with mud, like an old farmer.

His face was flushed, and he kept bowing his head and apologizing.

Maybe it was the first time to fly on a plane, the old man was very cramped, so when he just put his things down, he accidentally knocked over the water glass and splashed it on the young man, and the dispute started just now.

This is a trivial matter, but the surrounding passengers all looked terrified.

That old man is going to be unlucky!
It would be fine if the water was spilled on someone else, but he just spilled it on that body, and that person is the son of the Feng family in Linchuan, Feng Ziyang!
Linchuan is notoriously a playboy!

Sure enough, even though the old man kept apologizing, Feng Ziyang still had an angry expression on his face. He got up and grabbed the old man by the collar, pointed at his clothes and shouted sharply: "Do you know how much my clothes cost? Made by Versace, 8 yuan a piece! You just pour water on me, lose money immediately, and if I miss a word, I want you to hit me today!"

The old man was dressed in such shabby clothes, his legs were so frightened that his legs were limp when he heard 8 yuan, his wrinkled edges were full of panic and timidity: "I...I don't have that much money, I...I'm...I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"No money?" Feng Ziyang's face darkened, and then instantly became ferocious: "If you don't have money, you will die to me!"

After finishing the words, Feng Ziyang picked up the thermos cup next to him, and suddenly smashed it on the old man's head!

This time, if it hits the ground, this old man in his sixties, even if he won't die, he will probably pass out.

The surrounding passengers watched this scene helplessly, and no one dared to step forward to dissuade them.

Because, that's Feng Ziyang, the son of the Feng family in Linchuan, common people, who would dare to oppose him!

But in the blink of an eye, a pair of hands stretched out from the slanting stab, pinched Feng Ziyang's arm, and then slapped him casually.

"Slap!" With a clear and loud slap, Feng Ziyang was stunned.

This... who the hell dares to hit him? !
Looking up, a tall and handsome man suddenly appeared in front of him at an unknown time, with a determination and aura that ordinary people don't have.

It was Luo Yun!

Feng Ziyang gritted his teeth: "How dare you hit me, you want to die!"

He clenched his fists and was about to wrestle with Luo Yun, but before he could make a move, Luo Yun slapped him again!

This time, the slap was heavier than before. Feng Ziyang, who was hit straight, took a few steps back and fell to the ground, his mouth full of blood!

The passengers on the plane were all stunned!

How dare this person hit Mr. Feng? !He must be too courageous!

However, Luo Yun acted like a normal person, without even looking at Feng Ziyang, he just reached out to help the old man behind him, and said softly, "It's okay, go back to your seat."

With lingering fear in his heart, the old man quickly thanked him and left quickly.

And that Feng Ziyang, clutching his bruised cheeks, had an extremely gloomy expression. From the moment of the fight, he already knew that he was no match for Luo Yun alone, so he temporarily swallowed his anger and retreated to his seat.

"Dare to fight labor, boy, you are finished!"

"Wait, I'll kill you when you get off the plane!"

When the plane finally landed, Feng Ziyang took out his mobile phone and dialed his home number.

"Feng Xu, bring ten people here immediately! Labor and management are going to kill people today!"

"I'll give you 5 minutes to stop him at the airport! I must let him die today!"

Feng Ziyang smiled grimly and turned to look at Luo Yun.

"Boy, you are dead!"

This scene was seen by a stewardess next to her. She couldn't bear it, and quietly walked to Luo Yun's side, and said softly: "Sir, please leave quickly. You will not end well if you offend Feng Ziyang. Chuan, cover the sky with one hand!"

"He said that he really dared to kill someone! He wasn't joking."

Luo Yun looked indifferent, looked up at the stewardess, and smiled faintly: "It's okay. I will kill people who cover the sky with one hand."

Hearing this, the stewardess couldn't help shaking her head, thinking that although Luo Yun had good skills, his mind was really stupid.

He didn't even know Feng Ziyang's status in Linchuan!Fighting with Feng Ziyang, he is invincible!

The plane came to a complete stop, the cabin door opened slowly, and all passengers were ready to disembark and leave.

When they saw the scene outside the plane, they were all stunned.

Hundreds of special soldiers in military uniforms stood upright.

They all exude an aura of iron and blood, and at a glance, they can tell that they have been on the battlefield for a long time.

On everyone's shoulders, there is an eye-catching military rank.

Among them, the lowest rank is also a second lieutenant!

All the passengers on the plane looked at the soldiers below in astonishment, who... are they waiting for? !
In the rear, Feng Ziyang followed Luo Yun closely, with a gloomy face and a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, you will definitely die today. My people have arrived! If you dare to provoke me, Feng Ziyang, this will be your fate!"

But at this moment, there was a loud roar that resounded through the entire airport runway, shocking the audience:
"See God of War!"

"General Yun is invincible!"

Luo Yun nodded calmly, and walked over slowly. When all the soldiers saw Luo Yun, they immediately lowered their heads in unison, extremely respectful!
Because, this one is China's well-deserved No. [-] God of War!

Behind him, the arrogant smile on Feng Ziyang's face froze in an instant, and he was dumbfounded as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

This person...is the God of War? !
The stewardess next to her who was a little worried couldn't help but cover her mouth and looked at Luo Yun, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

Luo Yun turned around and his eyes fell on Feng Ziyang.

"You just said you wanted to kill me?"

"Now, I will give you a chance."