Apocalyptic Red Alert

During the apocalypse, if one of these masters dies, there will be one less! Especially a "talent" like me...

"Oh... Master Zhi fainted? So far, he has been lying in Mr. Hanfeng's arms for six seconds!"

At this time, the host took the microphone, jumped onto the stage, came to Han Feng and said, "Next, please give Master Zhi ten seconds!"

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

...

"Three!"

"Two..."

With a long tail, the host finally shouted "One!!!"

"Ten seconds delay is up! The winner of this game is Mr. Hanfeng!!!"

"Wow!!!"

Until the host finalized the tone, the people in the audience stood up and applauded as if they had just woken up.

"To be honest, I have been a host for so long, and I have seen some big and small, wonderful battles. But among so many battles, there is no one! Can surpass this battle!"

"Thank you two warriors for presenting us with such an ups and downs and shocking battle!"

Since Han Feng was crouching at this time, the host did not pull Han Feng up. On the other hand...it might also be because Han Feng was covered in blood...

Carrying Master Zhi in his arms, Han Feng turned around and walked to the other side of the ring.

Picking up the mad knife and the broken leather armor scabbard, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the stage.

"Excuse me, Mr. Han Feng, a fight like this still can't force you to use your back knife?"

The host asked beside Han Feng.

"..."

Pausing, Han Feng thought for a while and said, "Almost."

"Wow~Almost! Almost?!!! What a pity! I really want to see you use your knife!"

Clenching his fists, the host waved his fists excitedly.

Led by the host, the audience also entered an excited mood...

"If there is a chance."

After speaking, Han Feng walked straight down the ring.

Carrying the unconscious Master Zhi, Han Feng saw his boss Wang Dafa waiting for him in the corridor.

"Xiao Han, are you okay?"

The boss's hand kept twitching a few centimeters in front of Han Feng, as if he wanted to touch Han Feng, but he didn't dare.

"Nothing? At most, I'll just eat more and sleep more."

Han Feng smiled with a bloody face...

But in the boss's eyes, this smile was even more evil than a ghost...

"Put him down! What's the point of carrying him?!"

Suddenly, a man in a suit and leather shoes came over and pointed at Han Feng.

"Who are you?"

Han Feng asked back with his sword-like eyebrows raised.

"Who am I?! Humph~ I have worshipped him for several years, but I didn't expect to lose to you. It's useless!"

"Several years?"

Hearing the man's disrespectful words, Han Feng chose to ignore it. He was more interested in these several years.

From this, he and Master Zhi should be old friends, why...speak so harshly?

"Before the monsters were rampant, I paid money to his temple every year. Now, it's time for him to pay back the money!!!"

Pointing at the unconscious Master Zhi on his shoulder, the man frowned and looked at him coldly.

After hearing this, Han Feng understood...In a peaceful and prosperous era, you spend money to "buy" peace and wealth. Now the world is in chaos, and you actually rely on an ascetic monk to help you make money!

"Get lost."

Han Feng's understated tone revealed his extremely impatient attitude.

"You give him to me! No one can take him away before paying me back!!"

After that, the man stepped towards Han Feng, trying to snatch Master Zhi.

The man's confidence is that he knows the rules of the game. Even if Han Feng is the best, no one can kill people indiscriminately under the ring.

Betting that Han Feng dares not "make trouble", the man is unscrupulous.

"Whisper!"

"Swoosh!"

In his cold eyes, Han Feng's waist moved lightly... A silver wing swooped out nimbly! Going straight to the man's throat...

The man was right. According to the rules of the game, there are strict security measures in the arena. Except on the stage, you can't kill people anywhere... But, the man's mistake is that he provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked!

Betting whether Han Feng dares to kill people... Hehe!

In less than half a second, the silver wing returned to the belt. Just like... nothing happened...

"Let's go."

After doing all this, Han Feng greeted the boss, then turned around and walked towards the waiting room.

"Hey, Xiao Han...give him back to him, he also relies on Master Zhi for "eating". Now you take his job..."

"Shh..."

The boss was afraid of getting in trouble...When he was "persuading" Han Feng, a bloody hissing sound suddenly sounded behind him.

"Bang! Gurgle Gurgle..."

When the boss stopped talking and wondered, a heavy object suddenly fell to the ground and rolled.

"Don't look back, I'm afraid you'll have a nightmare."

Sensing that the boss subconsciously wanted to turn around, Han Feng's mind moved slightly, stopped him, and "kindly" advised him.

In just a moment, Han Feng was freed from the restraint again...

The boss stood in place, the larynx on his neck floated up and down a few times...Even a fool would know what happened behind him!

"You...you, you...killed again."

The boss looked at Han Feng's back with a hollow look. With his mouth twitching, he spoke incoherently.

"That's why I told you not to look back."

Han Feng answered his boss's question nonchalantly~

Just kidding, Xu Long wanted to use me, how could I let him take advantage of me for nothing? !

It just so happens that using Xu Long's power to kill a few scum is not a loss. What is this called? Equivalent exchange!

Even if there is huge trouble, leave it all to Xu Long, an old yinbi, to "wipe your butt"~

"Tap tap tap tap..."

After walking dozens of steps, Han Feng heard the footsteps of his boss chasing him.

"Get out of here! Before the guards come! Get out of here!"

Regardless of the blood all over Han Feng's body, the boss pushed Han Feng's back hard with both hands.

"Where are we going? I want to take a shower first!"

Although Han Feng said this, he was still quite touched in his heart...

The boss who had always given him the impression of being timid and afraid of getting into trouble could now think of himself first and let himself go first... It really subverted his perception of him.

"What the hell! Killing a martial artist's whistleblower is a serious crime here! Especially if you still forcibly plundered the other warriors in the audience! You're dead, brother!" An anxious voice came out of the boss's mouth.

Seeing that Han Feng was still in no hurry or panic, the boss became even more anxious and said, "You are such a fucking fool! If you want to do anything, you can't do it here!"

"Here, this is my car key. I'm afraid that City Master Xu will install a locator in your car. It's for my safety! Drive away! Don't come back!"

While pushing Han Feng, the boss tremblingly took out his car keys...

"Haha... Okay, okay~"

Looking at the boss who was sweating profusely in just ten seconds, Han Feng suddenly had a "bad idea" and wanted to tease him again.

"Okay, okay! I'll take a shower quickly! Then run away right away!"

Following the boss's anxious words, Han Feng's feet started to stir... and he finally rushed to the bathroom of the waiting room.

"Bang!"

Han Feng closed the bathroom door hard and locked it again.

"Brother! I beg you! The guards are coming soon, and neither of you can escape by then!"

"Then go quickly! I'll be right away!"

While putting down Master Zhi, Han Feng "hurriedly" replied to the boss.

"I asked you, are you sick? You finally got out of the police station yesterday, and you still want to go back to "take" a gun?!"

In a panic, the boss began to "vomit fragrance"...

"Shua..."

"One minute! Just one minute! Right now!"

Heading into the shower, Han Feng stood under the shower without taking off his clothes... He couldn't help it. In the blink of an eye, there was no change of clothes around him. You can't...take off Master Zhi's pants, right?

"Oh... I have been so unlucky for eight lifetimes... Why did I... commit evil..."

outside the door