Living on a deserted island, the cold female president regards me as king

Yes, that's right.

My target was those children who were still playing. I gradually narrowed my eyes, and my gaze fell steadily on the little boy in blue short-sleeved among several children.

From my conversation with Lao Zhao and the others just now, I learned that the little boy is Lao Zhao's son.

Use his blood relatives as a threat.

This kind of thing is disgusting, but for me now, I don't have any choice.

Just when Lao Zhao and the others gradually relaxed their vigilance, I acted, and my figure suddenly exploded. The mutation between lightning and flint had rushed to the middle of those children, and several workers beside Lao Zhao noticed me. The action immediately shouted loudly.

"Old Zhao, be careful with your son!"

However, it was too late at this time. When Lao Zhao's gun rushed towards me, I had already firmly locked Lao Zhao's child in my arms.

"Let him go!"

As a father, Lao Zhao usually loves his own son very much, because he is already over 50 this year.

Get old.

For his hard-won son, it can be said that he should pay more attention to it.

When Lao Zhao's fellow workers saw this, they stopped in their tracks one after another. They didn't dare to go forward for a long time. They turned around and stared fixedly at Lao Zhao, who was already kissing and violent at this moment.

"Brother Zhao..."

"You fucking put Brother Zhao's son down!"

Among them, some were worried about Lao Zhao's mood, while others yelled at me like they were going crazy.

"What's wrong with me, what's the point of hurting a child, are you still a man!"

"We kindly took you in, is this how you repay us?"

Among them, the invisible man reacted the fastest, and his goal was very clear. After I captured Lao Zhao's son, he immediately rushed towards Feng Han who was sitting firmly on the side.

It has to be said that his ability against the sky is simply abnormal in such an environment.

It's a pity that Feng Han's ability is better when dealing with this situation. Before he rushed to Feng Han's side, he saw that his whole body was thrown away like a ball of rags, and then hit On the concrete pillar in the middle of the underground garage.

Then we saw a bloodstain left on the concrete pillar, and then a naked man lay on the ground.

But listening to his well-ordered breathing, he should just pass out.

"You let go of my son!"

Accompanied by Lao Zhao's hysterical roar, Feng Han, under the resentful gaze of several other people, slowly moved to my side step by step, and then said to me in a low voice: "It's time to go!"

"I beg you, let go of my son..." At this moment, the woman in a black wool top knelt down in front of me with a plop.

Weeping and tearing, it seems that it can touch anyone with a hard heart.

Although I have never been a father, I have always played the role of a son. I have not lost the brilliance of humanity, and I naturally understand what family affection is. For this situation, my heart is not feeling well.

Moreover, to be honest, if it is not particularly necessary, I don't want to use Lao Zhao's own son as a threat.

You can capture the king first if you capture the thief.

As long as Lao Zhao is under control, Feng Han and I can leave here safely in his capacity.

Old Zhao is a supernatural being, and several of his co-workers are also supernatural beings.

Taking action against a few of them is not to say that it is seeking death, but at least, it will have to go through a fierce battle, and it is not certain who will win and who will lose in the end.

To be on the safe side, Lao Zhao's son became the most important bargaining chip.

"I will not hurt your son."

I hugged Lao Zhao's son tightly with one hand, then took a step forward, staring at Lao Zhao's eyes full of vicissitudes: "As long as you let us leave here, I will let your son go. Still the same sentence, you can completely trust me, I will never expose your location, even if it means death!"

"How can you make me trust you like this!"

Old Zhao roared.

The table he was pressing on with both hands turned into a stone slab at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then instantly turned into a ball of powder under his thick and powerful fist.

The crunchy voice made my heart tremble.

"Brother Zhao, no way, let these two bastards go out, don't say anything else, if they are caught by the Ability Management Bureau, they will definitely expose our location by means of the Ability Management Bureau , At that time, there will be more than 20 of us here, and none of them will be able to escape."

One of Lao Zhao's co-workers said with some fear.

"You're fucking farting, widen your dog eyes to see who it is, that's Lao Zhao's son, damn it, if that's your son, can you still fart like that?" the man Just as he finished speaking, another person grabbed his neck.

After some verbal conversation, the worker who didn't want me to leave dropped his head like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"I!"

However, no matter what they think, the most difficult person at this moment is still Lao Zhao. On the one hand, he shoulders the responsibility of being a father, and on the other hand, he is the leader of these people.

He also has to be responsible for these people.

So I'm betting, I'm betting that Lao Zhao's son holds a lot of weight in his heart.

"Let them go!"

Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally, after more than a minute, Lao Zhao suddenly raised his head and shouted hysterically: "If you dare to touch a hair of my son, I will tear you alive!" In two halves!"

He is serious.

I took a deep breath, even if Lao Zhao didn't say it, I could still do it.

"Brother Zhao!"

The others wanted to stop him, but they glanced at Lao Zhao's son in my arms, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of their mouths.

They have been working with Lao Zhao for many years.

Traveling from south to north, those who have gone through all kinds of hardships and still stay by Lao Zhao's side are all Lao Zhao's confidantes, so they naturally know how difficult it is for Lao Zhao to do now.

"Feng Han!"

I took a deep breath, saw the workers beside Old Zhao, and after making way for me, I immediately told Feng Han who was standing beside me, "Go!"

Feng Han said nothing.

He just frowned, and used his supernatural ability to widen the road in front of us, and then took the lead to open the way for me, while I hugged Lao Zhao's son tightly, surrounded by those six people, Little by little, he walked towards the exit.

The distance of more than 40 meters seems like a century to me at this moment.

"Goodbye."