The Goddess President's Personal Soldier King

"No, we are actually too late." Mona Lisa hesitated.

"How to say?" Ye Chen was puzzled.

"Because there will be more than a dozen watchdogs to stop us." Mona Lisa said the reason.

"Sha, if there is only a watchdog, I suggest we sit down and have another cup of coffee."

"Mr. Ye..." Heizi showed a worried expression.

"Heizi, you don't believe me?"

"No, I believe you." Heizi said firmly.

"Okay, then let's have another cup." Mona Lisa ordered three more cups of coffee.

With 5 minutes left before twelve o'clock, the three walked out slowly.

As soon as they walked to the front of the small powder house, more than a dozen people surrounded them.

"What do you do?" a shirtless bald man asked.

"Looking for someone." Heizi said slowly.

"Who are you looking for?" The other party asked arrogantly.

"Fortune teller." Heizi replied flatly.

"I give you two ways, first, get lost, second, die here!" The bald head rubbed his sandbag-sized fist.

"It seems that we need a third way." Heizi was not afraid at all.

"Looking for death!" the bald man shouted angrily.

"I think it's you who are looking for death!"

"Everyone has something to say, why bother to use swords and guns." Ye Chen persuaded him kindly.

"Damn it, if you kneel down now, maybe I can spare you!" the bald head shouted.

Mona Lisa frowned slightly, "Heizi, do you need me to help you?"

A smile appeared on Heizi's swarthy face, "Boss, you don't need this kind of stuff, it will dirty your hands."

As soon as the words fell, the bald man flicked his wrist, and suddenly took out a black gun, and fired directly at Heizi's ear.

Heizi was as motionless as a mountain, standing firmly in place.

The bullets flew past his ears with the sound of wind.

"Hey, you didn't hit it this time, maybe next time you'll make a big hole in your head." The bald man said in a sullen and arrogant tone.

As soon as the words were spoken, Heizi took out a sand-hawk pistol made in the United States.

boom!

The shot rang out and people fell.

The bullet pierced through the little brother next to the bald head, leaving a bloody hole in his head.

"It turns out that you like to leave holes in people's heads. It just so happens that I like it too."

There was a hint of ferocity in Heizi's eyes, and he stared coldly at the astonished crowd.

Everyone woke up immediately, and then rushed up with knives, guns and sticks.

But the next moment, they stopped.

Bang bang bang!

Mona Lisa has a lady pistol in her hand at some point.

She broke the legs of the three opponents with three shots, and said silently, "I don't like killing people, but I like making life worse than death. If you like that, you can try it."

"Heroes, let's not use knives and guns for a trivial matter. How about we put down the guns and settle it peacefully?"

Ye Chen called those little hooligans and gangsters heroes, which really made people feel a little speechless.

"Then how do you want to resolve it peacefully?" The other party saw that Heizi and Mona Lisa had guns in their hands. They had seen the world and knew that these three people were not easy to mess with.

So, first listen to the other party's proposal.

"You and I, we don't need guns, we fight naked. Whoever submits will lose!"

Scar tore off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles.

He snapped his wrists and his fists creaked loudly, "If you beat me up, you can kill or cut me up. If I beat you up, take us to see a fortune teller!"

The bald man smiled, then took off his clothes, revealing his muscles.

"Little friend, don't cry when you get beaten later!" the bald man said abusively.

As soon as the words were finished, the bald head rushed towards Heizi with a stride, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but there seemed to be something extra in his hand.

There was a faint cold light.

Yes, it's a dagger, a poisonous dagger!

It seemed that he wanted to kill Heizi with one blow.

Heizi may not have moved, or may have moved, making it difficult to see clearly.

The bald head suddenly couldn't see Heizi's figure clearly, so he stabbed him, only to find that the stab was missed.

Just when he was puzzled, a clear wind of fist rang in his ears.

By the time he reacts, it's too late!

His head was hit by Heizi Heishuo's fist, and his whole head exploded in an instant!

Brain, plasma, and blood mixed together.

Disgusting!

The whole head, opened, exploded!

Without any messy moves, without any frills, Heizi's punch killed the opponent!

"Sorry, the hands are a little heavier, but you lost."

Heizi walked up to a stunned man, wiped the brains and bone residue off his hands with the man's clothes, and said in a flat tone.

"He. Damn, kill our boss, brothers, avenge the boss."

A yellow hair shouted.

"Heroes, haven't we made a deal..."

Before Ye Chen finished speaking, Huang Mao said angrily: "Tell me about your size! Everyone, get rid of this skinny kid first!"

Everyone saw that Ye Chen was single and weak, and his figure was not as tall and mighty as Hei Zi.

Ever since, everyone picked soft persimmons and rushed towards Ye Chen.

"Actually, I really hate bullying the few with the more."

Ye Chen smiled, and then a gloomy depth suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The wind blew, but no one moved.

But, but, but why can I hear the sound of bones breaking in the wind?

Can you hear someone crying and wailing?

But in an instant, except for the person who scolded Ye Chen just now, the rest of the people were lying on the ground without making a sound.

And, and, and they died...

Those who died were extremely miserable!

Horrible!

Huang Mao was stunned, the hand holding the stick trembled, and the stick fell to the ground.

The wind blew by, Ye Chen lit a cigarette, his person looked so rebellious in the wind.

"Is that you? You scolded me just now?" Ye Chen took a puff of cigarette and asked calmly.

It was this plain sentence that Huang Mao heard as if it was the voice of death.

He was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and even forgot to beg for mercy.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, but can you take us to see a fortune teller now?"

"But...you can."

Huang Mao wiped off his cold sweat and said tremblingly.

Huang Mao walked in front, passed through the small powder room of the shampoo room, and walked towards the back.

Ye Chen and Mona Lisa followed behind.

Heizi looked at the streets strewn with corpses, blinked his eyes, and patted his head, "Mr. Ye...is really a strange person!"

Passing through a dirty and messy alley, they stopped in front of an attic.

The attic is a dangerous building left over from the last century, and there are big tear-offs written on the walls.

Mona Lisa and the others couldn't help being a little surprised. Why would a top-notch fortune-telling master and a tycoon who waved his hands live in such a messy place?