"Okay." Huang Tianba nodded, picked up the phone and shouted, "Minister, I am Huang Tianba."

"Have you met a killer again? Is it okay?" An anxious and concerned voice came from the other end of the phone.

The fact that this tone of the steady and steady minister can be made to speak in such a tone shows that he is indeed very anxious.

Huang Tianba hurriedly said, "It's okay, the killer has been solved. Xiao Cui blocked a shot for me. I was shot in the shoulder, but I have been treated. It's nothing serious. Xiao Cui may have to be hospitalized for a long time."

"Xiao Cui is a good comrade. There are really not many people who are willing to sacrifice themselves for comrades to block bullets these days. I will call on everyone to learn from such excellent qualities." Minister Liang sighed and blamed him: "You were shot and said it's nothing? What a joke? Is there anyone who is shot nowadays? Have you ever gone to the hospital for a check-up?"

"I've checked myself. There's no problem. Internal injuries are not considered a result. This kind of injury can recover in just one week. Minister. Don't worry, minister. After all, I'm a doctor." Huang Tianba joked.

When Liang Wenshan heard Huang Tianba’s joke, he felt a little relieved and nodded, "You can still joke at this time. It seems that there is no big problem. What do you say about the murderer? I heard that he is not a Korean, but a Chinese?"

After learning that Huang Tianba was assassinated, his first reaction was why Huang Tianba went abroad and was assassinated again? His second reaction was whether some extreme Korean people could not stand the fact that Huang Tianba defeated Kim Jong An and took revenge on Huang Tianba in this way.

If you kill the world's number one, won't it become the world's number one?

"This matter is complicated to say. Why don't I talk to the minister in person after I return to China?"

"Okay, if you have little physical problems, come back quickly. The family is safe. I will definitely make the decision on you this time. The law will definitely not let him go if you try to kill a shameless person who is a meritorious minister."

"Thank you, Minister."

After communicating with Liang Wenshan for a while, Ning Yi took the phone and chatted with Minister Liang for a few more words before hanging up the phone, looking at Huang Tianba and said, "Minister hopes that we can return to China as soon as possible. I will confirm with Ambassador Zhou. If there are no other problems, we will hurry back to China."

"Okay." Huang Tianba nodded. His injury was not serious. If there was no problem here, he really wanted to go back to China as soon as possible.

After all, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but as a villain, Huang Tianba can't wait.

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News of the street assassination in South Korea soon spread, and it was rumored to be circulated online.

Some Korean netizens are making gloating remarks online. After all, the unlucky person is Huang Tianba, one of their most hated people, let alone the assassination of him or his compatriots.

"It's really interesting, dog bites dog."

"I think this guy is just annoying. We don't like it, and his compatriots hate him too."

"What a pity, why didn't he die?"

There are tens of thousands of similar remarks under the news video, and only a very small number of people will say that this is a tragedy and hope that the murderer will receive the punishment he deserves.

In China, netizens are all indignant in their hearts to stand up for Huang Tianba. They agree that the murderer must be those who can't afford to lose. It is normal for these petty people to be so angry that they take revenge.

As for the Korean police saying that the killer is Chinese, it’s okay for them to listen to this, but few people will believe it. After all, Koreans’ best skills are to change other people’s nationalities, such as Qu Yuan, who has become the Koreans they call them.

In this world, there are often only a very small number of people who know the truth.

As the person who knows the truth the most, Zhao Yaoguang is sitting in his room holding his laptop and reading these news comments.

This is one of his hobbies. He knows the truth but others don’t know it. He keeps making various guesses, which will give him a sense of pleasure in mastering the perspective of God.

Yes, only God can be omniscient and omnipotent. He knows more than these people. Isn’t that the same as he is half a God?

"It's a pity that I didn't beat this kid to death." After reading these comments, Zhao Yaoguang agreed with the comments of those Korean netizens even more. They were all regretting that Huang Tianba was not dead, and Zhao Yaoguang was the same.

Two elite soldiers and even one of them was sent as a dead soldier to exchange their lives with Huang Tianba in order to gain opportunities for his teammates.

If it weren't for the discovery of that hateful translator, Huang Tianba would have died now and could not die any more.

"Man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations." Zhao Yaoguang sighed. In this way, the wolf organization lost two elites. This loss is quite large. To cultivate a qualified killer, the cost is often astonishing. This is also the reason why the killer offers such an amazing price, precisely because the cost is too high and there are too few qualified killers.

Things are precious because they are rare, but there are no grudges between people at all. If there is grudge, there will be murder. In this way, the market price of the killer will increase?

Just when he was regretting that the handle of the bedroom door suddenly rotated, and the door was pushed open from outside.

After seeing this scene, Zhao Yaoguang subconsciously took out the pistol placed beside the bed, raised the gun and pointed it at the person coming in, shouting sternly: "Who?"

"Brother, I am my own." The man at the door shouted with his hands raised.

Zhao Yaoguang reached out and pressed the switch of the bedside table. After turning on the bedroom light, he found that the person at the door was really an acquaintance. He then took back the gun and frowned at the young man at the door and said, "I thought Zhang Fan, you were dead in Korea. When did you come back?"

Such a big thing happened after the assassination failed. He subconsciously thought that the kid had been arrested or died, but he didn't expect that he would come back alive.

"I'm back with me." At this time, another sound came from outside the door, causing Zhao Yaoguang's hair to explode in an instant, and he subconsciously wanted to catch the gun.

But as soon as he reached out his hand, a gunshot rang out, and a finger fell to the ground, and his index finger on his right was interrupted on the spot.

The person who shot was neither the other person nor Zhang Fan.

He still shot amazingly fast, as if he was doing magic. When you saw a gun appearing in his hand, the bullet had already hit you.

"Ah, someone is here, someone is here." Zhao Yaoguang covered his hit hand and started to scream loudly. Because the sound was too loud, he lit up the voice-controlled lights downstairs.

Unfortunately, there was no movement outside the door, and the few bodyguards in the villa where he lived seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Chapter completed!