On the sofa, there was a man sitting, a burly man with a shaved head and a sun tattooed on his head.

The man looks very fierce, and he has a fierce nickname, Tyrant!

In the underground world of Nanyun Province, almost no one has ever heard of this name. According to rumors, this person is bloodthirsty and fierce. None of his defeated generals can survive.

Relying on his fierce style, he started as a small person and only took a few years to become one of the four great demon kings of the God of War Club.

It is even rumored that his strength is even better than that of Mu Qingfeng, the president of the God of War Association.

It was only because Mu Qingfeng had been controlling the War God Association for many years and had many loyal people, so he did not dare to compete for the position of the President of the War God Association. However, in the hearts of many newly joined the War God Association, the prestige of the tyrant far exceeded that of the old president.

"How is the situation in the city?" The tyrant held a cigar in his right hand and leaned half on the shabby sofa. While smoking the cigar, he looked at the beauty tied on the wooden chair opposite and said softly.

"The people from Qingyun Sect are already evacuating, and some handover procedures are also being processed. It seems that Mu Qingyun cares very much about his daughter!" Although the tyrant did not look at him, Liu Yuan did not feel that he was not valued at all. Instead, he was very glad that whenever the tyrant looked at him, he would feel particularly heavy. Whenever he thought of the tyrant's bloody methods, he would rather be ignored like this forever.

"Haha, that old ghost and that woman gave birth to such a daughter. With his love for that woman, how could he not care about it? He just didn't expect that he could convince his brothers below..." The tyrant sneered, as if he had thought of some bad past, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

"What should we do with her after that matter is done!" Liu Yuan asked carefully.

She naturally refers to Mu Ling'er tied to a chair.

"What do you think?" the tyrant sneered.

"Since we want to gain a foothold in Kunyun City, we still need some credibility. I personally think that we should send her back..." Liu Yuan swallowed. He didn't want to answer this question. No one knew what the tyrant was thinking. But this matter was related to the future development of the God of War, so he had to remind him.

"Yes, we need to build on Kunyun. Integrity is very important. Naturally, people have to be sent back. But if such a beautiful girl is sent back like this, wouldn't it be a little bit of a pity?" The tyrant laughed strangely.

Mu Ling'er, who heard the terrifying laughter of the tyrant, was tied up and her mouth was also blocked, was so scared that she trembled all over, but her eyes were even covered and she could not do anything at all.

"Haha, we just promised two things. One is to send her back safely. As long as she does not hurt her life, it is also safe. Two, we will not post any videos online. As for the others, it has nothing to do with us!" Liu Yuan didn't understand the tyrant's thoughts and said with a smile on his face.

"Haha, you are a smart person. Okay, you can leave first, and leave it to me. After the matter is done, I will send her to Mu Qingyun in person..." The tyrant laughed.

"Yes!" Liu Yuan didn't dare to stay too long and hurriedly retreated.

When there were only Tyrant and Mu Ling'er left in the office, the Tyrant threw away the cigar in his hand, stood up from the sofa, slowly came to Mu Ling'er, and teared off the blindfold on Mu Ling'er's face. Looking at Mu Ling'er's desperate, fear, anger and hatred eyes, the Tyrant laughed.

"Little girl, it's still early now. Do you want to listen to a story?" The tyrant dragged the coffee table, sat on the coffee table, and looked at Mu Ling'er face to face.
Chapter completed!