Pushing open the huge iron door suddenly, Mao Jiamin and Wei Dayong hid in the dead corner in a tacit understanding. The scene of gunfire rain did not happen, but was replaced by a hearty laugh.

When the laughter passed, a very magnetic voice came: "Mao Jiamin, you are really disappointing. You don't even have this courage. I have no expectations for you. It turns out that you are such a greedy person who is afraid of death." It is a male voice, not strong, but it has a unique aura.

"Brother Jiamin, be careful of the explosion." Before Wei Dayong could finish his words, Mao Jiamin looked at him and walked in alone.

Wei Dayong had no choice but to hope that everything would not be that bad. At the same time, he followed closely. What caught his eye was a strong sense of joy, with words full of joy everywhere, and dozens of people holding iron rods were standing neatly on one side. Above these people, there was a man with long hair floating on his own without wind, which was very charming as a martial arts hero.

However, looking up, you will find that the man's left eye is strangely white, like a zombie.

"You are the boss of this Dragon Club." Mao Jiamin took the lead in breaking the quiet atmosphere, pointing at the person on the chair, and his playful expression appeared.

"Boy, it seems that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. He dares to talk to our boss like this." Before the people on the chair could speak, the younger brothers under him all picked up the injustice.

Some even swung their sleeves, which had a provocative flavor. "Where is Zuoran, let me go." Mao Jiamin ignored others, and his sharp eyes were approaching the white-haired man.

The white-haired man did not speak, but just moved his fingers gently, and dozens of people below surrounded Mao Jiamin and the others with malicious expressions.

"Little bastard, I wanted to dismember you from the moment you entered the door." "If you fall into our hands, you won't let you die." The group of people walked slowly. Wei Dayong held the dagger in his hand nervously, his nerves tense, fearing that he would drag him back.

"You guys go together." However, as soon as they finished speaking, Mao Jiamin's extremely relaxed voice resounded in the hall.

"you!"

The group of people opposite him were furious when they heard this, "Okay, I'll see today what two boys who have not been weaned have to speak wildly." Everyone ran towards Mao Jiamin and Wei Dayong, and raised the iron rod high, with constant insults in their mouths.

Not far away, the white-haired man still looked at the scene calmly, as if everything was under his control.

"Dayong follows me closely, remember to hit the people closest to me and protect myself." Mao Jiamin glanced at everyone running over and immediately took out the fire axe. As the other party approached, the dragon pattern on the back of Mao Jiamin's left hand was extremely shining at this moment.

A little dark blue crystal had appeared on her body. The white-haired man was slightly stunned and was a little surprised. It was obvious that he had seen this kind of supernatural power for the first time. He licked his red lips with his tongue and muttered to himself in surprise: "What other surprises are there? Let's show it out."

The two sides instantly fought together, and at the same time made a "ping-ping-pong" sound, which was the sound of a fire axe and an iron rod briefly contacting each other, extremely loud.

The dark blue crystal on Mao Jiamin's body did not fall on him as usual, but fell scattered on his body. With the flashing of dragon patterns, a power that Mao Jiamin was very familiar with appeared, which was the power from Li He's Stone of Reincarnation.

In the situation where the more fight less, the white-haired man's subordinates had to face a cruel fact. After these waves of confrontations, they did not get any advantage. Instead, Mao Jiamin's handsome face gradually had blood, which was the symbol of killing the enemy!

The remaining person on the other side looked at Mao Jiamin with a very ugly expression, and the anger in his eyes was burning. Who would have thought that their numbers had a great advantage, but they lost a lot of losses after the confrontation.

"That's all that ability?" Mao Jiamin became more and more brave as he fought.

"Your tone is too big, so you are not afraid of suffocating yourself to death!" One of the middle-aged men said with a gloomy face.

"You are too arrogant. You can even hold me to death with me?" Mao Jiamin said with a sarcastic smile.

"Little thing! You must die today!" The middle-aged man's face turned cold and he immediately sneered. He could feel the unusualness of Mao Jiamin and ordinary people, so he did not intend to be the first to be a bird. Instead, he waited for everyone else around him to rush forward before moving his body behind him.

In an instant, a new round of confrontation started again. Mao Jiamin fought in the crowd with a cool posture, shouting sounded from time to time, and the scene completely entered a period of heated up.

Bump!

Mao Jiamin held the fire axe, and every time he swung it, it had a strong sound of breaking the wind. The impact force brought by the fire axe made the opponent's iron rod fall to the ground, and his hands were replaced by numbness at this moment.

"So strong, my strength is probably comparable to the boss." The middle-aged man looked at this scene and said dryly. The superhuman ability shown by Mao Jiamin is probably not able to compete with him even if he had a hundred of himself.

Everyone around them nodded slightly when they heard this, and everyone had a deep understanding of Mao Jiamin's ability.

"If it's just these mobs, then get out as soon as possible." Mao Jiamin seemed a little dissatisfied with these people, and a sarcastic smile hung on his face.

Behind Mao Jiamin, Wei Dayong was taking advantage of the gap that the opponent did not attack and rubbed the sweat left on his cheeks. The first time in his life was so crazy and the first time he was hurt. This was undoubtedly fully demonstrated by a honest and honest Great Yong.

"Don't bully too much!" Seeing that the team of dozens of people were only a few people left, the middle-aged man's body was trembling, and his eyes were no longer as arrogant as before. However, in order to cheer himself up, he still pretended to be calm, but he didn't even notice it. At this moment, the momentum of speaking was no longer as confident as before.

"Is the people from the Double Dragon Society so vulnerable?" Mao Jiamin's eyes narrowed slightly and he said coldly.

"Don't be proud of yourselves! If you offend our Shuanglong Club, your little girlfriend will be in trouble!" As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he was shocked to find that Mao Jiamin's figure in front of him had disappeared!

Then there was a shocking scream.

"I hate other people's threats the most in my life. Sorry, I'll take your life!"
Chapter completed!