Zombie Evolution System

"Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion is really a good thing."

Wen Du smiled coldly in his heart: "Then let me tell you, when I informed your father Daoxiangcunzheng, he didn't respond, and I had already sent someone to inform your father of your exact location, but after waiting for half an hour, one No one came."

"Hehe." Jiro smiled and shook his head. He put the butt of the cigarette in his mouth, sucked it clean in one gulp, and then spit out bursts of thick smoke.

"Hehe, I knew it would be like this, but it doesn't matter."

However, Wen Du saw a sharp feeling in Jiro's eyes, and there was a kind of hatred mixed with that sharpness.

He smiled in his heart: "Daoxiang, Daoxiang, this is your own fault, no wonder me."

Seeing Jiro lit a cigarette again, Wendu squeezed it from his hand and pinched it on his own: "Now you are a hostage, you must listen to me."

"Okay." Jiro cracked his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, I will definitely cooperate."

"Although no one from your father came, the people in the box did. There were nearly 500 people. They wanted to save you and get some benefits from you."

"Only 500," Jiro curled his lips disdainfully: "We have at least 3000 internal members, and at least 8 external members. 500 people are nothing."

Wen Du smiled helplessly: "Say these things, won't you be afraid that I will do something to your father?"

"Hmph!" Jiro glanced at Wendu disdainfully: "Just you, you can be regarded as a kidnapper at best."

To be honest, it was the first time in these few years that Chinese was looked down upon by others, and what made him even more angry was that he was looked down upon by a delirious person.

"I don't know if you've heard of the Emperor of Zombies, but I am, and the reason why your father doesn't come is because he's afraid of me."

Jiro curled his lips in disdain again: "I would rather believe that my brother is still alive."

"Your brother?" Wen Du suddenly remembered that he seemed to have killed Daoxiang's second son during the trial.

So he smiled: "Your brother was killed by me."

This time, Jiro finally took a look at Wendu, but he laughed loudly: "It's good to kill, he always educates me when he is free, now it's fine, no one cares about me, and I am free How nice it is!"

"Uh……"

Wen Du felt devastated. For the first time, he felt that it was so difficult to communicate with a person.

"I found out that you are crazy."

But Jiro shook his head: "nonono, I'm not crazy, I'm mentally ill."

"Is there any difference?" Wen Du frowned.

"Of course, neuropathy is sickness in the whole person, while mental illness is only mentally sick, and people are good."

Wen Du was deflated again, he felt that he had no motivation to chat anymore.

"Let's do it for ourselves." Wendu stuffed the half-dyed cigarette into Jiro's hand, he stood up and walked to the door. When he was at the door, he looked at the decadent Jiro and said, "By the way, the person who came to save you , has been killed."

"What!" Jiro was surprised.

Because the movement of his mouth was too big, the cigarette butt he just put on his mouth fell on his body, so he was burned and jumped up.

"Killed all! Good kill, great kill!"