Doom Knight System

"A bastard in the Tao must be loyal. You are arrogant and unreasonable. You will suffer a loss sooner or later!" Datou said with cold sweat dripping from the pain, gritting his teeth.

"Cut! In what age is loyalty still important? Now is the era of new humans. Guns are not easy to use. We rely on fists, idiot!" Dong Guanzai said dismissively.

Lancelot smiled and said, "No matter what era it is, loyal people will never suffer. I think what he said makes sense."

"Hehe. I didn't have time to take care of you just now, you jumped out by yourself. I counted to three, get out quickly, or I'll be rude." Dong Guanzai said viciously. He was originally a street gangster, and he suddenly got High position and strength, it is still difficult to hide his vulgarity.

Lancelot didn't seem to hear it. He closed his eyes and sat there quietly enjoying the piano music.

"Three, two, one! Bastard, go to hell!" Dong Guanzai yelled, and punched with his right hand. An ordinary person might have been killed directly, but what surprised him was his own fist. It was caught firmly.

Dong Guanzai's face changed, his feet stepped on the ground suddenly, he retracted his right hand and put on a fighting style, and said coldly: "No wonder you dare to come to the Rakshamen Hotel to eat Bawang's meal. It turns out that you are Lianjiazi, so I won't hold back Alright, Wolf Fang Storm Fist!"

boom!The fist whizzed out in the air, and an afterimage flashed across at an astonishingly fast speed. Numerous air currents scattered from the fist, vaguely condensing the appearance of a white wolf.

"Don't kill anyone!" Datou shouted loudly, but in the blink of an eye, he heard a loud bang. He didn't see what happened at all, and Dong Guanzai flew upside down, knocking out more than 50 meters away. Just stopped.

"Dong Guanzai, how are you?" The big head glanced at Lancelot with fear, then quickly ran to Dong Guanzai, squatting on the ground to help him.

Dong Guanzi had a ferocious face, the murderous look in his eyes was almost solidified, he pushed his big head away with both hands, and said in a low voice: "Don't move, don't move, the lumbar spine is broken! Call someone, call someone, call godfather over here !"

The big head and knees softened, and he almost fell to the ground. Even if there are all kinds of incredible martial arts and techniques, a broken lumbar spine is a serious injury that is difficult to recover. How can a person who has the ability to heal such an injury focus on one The little Rakshasa Gate is in charge.

But he had no choice but to call for help at the moment. After all, this incident happened in his hotel and he had nothing to do with it.

"Godfather, it's my boss. Dong Guanzai had an accident in my hotel. It's like this. The other party seems to have a background, and his skills are very good! I understand!"

Crashing. The iron gate on the hotel gate was slowly lowered, and all the security guards in black suits poured into the restaurant, surrounding Lancelot tightly, but none of them did anything.

Eight servings of steak and red wine were served, Lancelot seemed to ignore the surrounding black suit guards, and enjoyed them like no one else was there. Although the dishes in this world's five-star hotel were not top-notch, they tasted pretty good.

Dong Guanzai was lying on the ground gnashing his teeth, with resentment and fear in his eyes. As a well-known master in the Rakshamen, there was no one who could subdue him with one move.Now a living person came out, and his self-confidence was crushed with just one punch.

creak!The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and all the guards bowed, made way, and shouted: "Master!"

This is a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looks like an ordinary office worker, with a thin face, except for a pair of dark and deep eyes, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

Behind him was a young man with a scar on his left face, and a sharp aura filled his body.

"Godfather, avenge me, I want his body to be broken into pieces!" Dong Guanzai said through gritted teeth.

"Let someone help Dong Guanzi back. I am Chen Le, the master of the Raksha Sect. You can call me A Le or Le Ge. Young man, what do you call him?" The middle-aged man sat opposite Wang Luo and said slowly.The tone was quite peaceful, without any pretensions of a superior.

"Chen Le? I don't know. If you are willing to rely on me, I can let you live." Lancelow put down the knife and fork in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly. The strange qi energy fluctuates, and the energy contained in it is very strong, almost not inferior to the demon qi energy of the main body.

Chen Le frowned, then shook his head with a smile on his face, and said, "Young man, are you just out of the mountains? Hehe... Now it's not the world of martial arts. What about Hongxing, who used to be incomparably prominent, at 17K? It didn’t end all at once. Come on, let me introduce you, my son Ji Ji, Hongxing’s talker, Shan Ying, was torn to pieces by his gust of wind.”

Lancelot didn't answer either, because he didn't understand what the other party said, so this kind of silence should be regarded as provocation.

The young man who called the plane nodded, suddenly opened his right hand, and a sharp short knife came out of the cuff, and fell into the palm of his hand exactly.

Clang!The fierce murderous aura rushed towards Lancelow accompanied by the light of the knife. Facing such a low-level attack, Lancelow nodded and said approvingly: "That's right." When it reached the neck, he raised the table knife with his left hand and handed it forward.

Between the lightning and the flint, Dao Shou Ji instinctively felt an unprecedented threat, and the chill that gushed out of his heart almost instantly froze his body, and he couldn't control his body.

Heavenly Demon Realm!

"Damn it, how is this possible!" The plane took several steps back and touched his neck with lingering fear. He thought in a trance that his neck had been pierced.

"Good swordsmanship, swordsmanship and swordsmanship, you lost the plane." An excited smile appeared on the corner of Chen Le's mouth, leaning forward with his whole body, and said, "You...you are from Longhumen?"

"Dragon Tiger Gate? I don't know, but the whole world will surely surrender under my feet!" Lancelot said expressionlessly.

Chen Le frowned, and said slowly: "Longhumen is a sect established by two brothers named Wang Long and Wang Hu. There are many people supporting it, and the momentum is great.”

"It has nothing to do with me, does it?" Lancelot said with a slight smile.

"If you can make the Dragon and Tiger Gate surrender, then our Rakshasa Gate will also be willing to submit." Chen Le said slowly, his eyes full of embarrassment.

"The prime minister wants to borrow a knife to kill someone? It's too obvious."

Lancelot smiled, did not speak, and cast his gaze outside, only to see a dozen black cars slowly parked outside the hotel.