Damn it, it turned out to be a ghost-faced mastiff?!

The leader was a black ghost-faced mastiff, who looked ferocious, especially the hair on its body, which exploded.

A terrifying roar spread throughout the box, scaring Xia Bingyao to cover her ears.

The ghost-faced mastiff has most of the bloodline of a Tibetan mastiff. It is very cruel after changing its environment and nature. It only recognizes the first person to feed him food in his life, and does not recognize his relatives, and is known as the Mastiff King.

"Yes... it's Tibetan Mastiff!"

Xia Bingyao forced herself to calm down, her tone was a little nervous.

Tang Long comforted, "It's okay, aren't it just a few puppies? You old man has even killed the Wolf King, let alone how many puppies?"

The ghost-faced mastiff was the first to pounce on it, opened its mouth and bit Tang Long's leg. When Tang Long raised his foot, he heard a "bang". The ghost-faced mastiff was kicked to the opposite wall, and finally let out a wail, and rolled on the ground.

As the ghost-faced mastiff roared down, the other Tibetan mastiffs also pounced on them.

Outside the box, there were many people from the White Shark Hall ambushing. The reason why those people wore windbreakers was to hide their guns.

As for the people in Hong Wuji Martial Arts Hall, they are just supporters and may not be able to be used.

In the hall, Cao Zhengyang held the red wine and tasted it: "Tsk tsk, this wine is really good."

"Haha, of course, this is something I treasured for many years by Black Shark Hall, and it was stolen from Lu Sanjiao." The person who spoke was Lu Zhen, a member of the Lu family in Jiangcheng, had a good relationship with Cao Zhengyang.

Xiahou Xing, who was sitting aside, was a little worried and couldn't help asking: "Cao Zhengyang, is your method reliable? I think Tang Long is very strong, and with those Tibetan mastiffs, he is definitely not a match for Tang Long."

"Haha, Qisha, these Tibetan mastiffs have been hungry for three days. Even if Tang Long doesn't die, they will be bitten to death. At that time, if I want him to die, he will die."

Cao Zhengyang laughed strangely, drank red wine and said, "In the East China Sea, I can't do anything to Tang Long, but this is Jiangcheng, the world of my Cao Gang, and I can't tolerate an outsider being so arrogant."

Similarly, Hong Wuji also looked resentful and cursed angrily: "Damn, I must be on his horse in front of Tang Long later."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I have to say, that girl is pretty." Wu Qian, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled greedily, and his hands holding the wine glass were trembling.

Obviously, Wu Qian had never seen such a big scene.

Cao Zhengyang is different. He has been on the road since he was a child and has never seen any scenes. For Cao Zhengyang, this is just a common occurrence.

In fact, Cao Zhengyang was quite scheming and knew to pull Xiahou Xing, Hong Wuji, Lu Zhen and Wu Qian into the water.

Soon, the roar of Tibetan mastiffs disappeared in the private room.

“Huh?”

Wu Qian was stunned and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Cao, it seems that those Tibetan mastiffs will stop calling?"

Cao Zhengyang tidied up his suit and said with a wicked smile: "Let's go and see what Tang Long looks like."

In addition to Xiahou Xing, Lu Zhen, Hong Wuji and Wu Qian followed.

For some reason, Xiahou Xing always felt that this matter was unreliable.

If Tang Long was so easy to kill, it would never be possible to survive until now.

Even the god of death, Tanatus, is not Tang Long's opponent, which shows that Tang Long is very strong.

Even the killers sent by the Black Butterfly Killer organization were destroyed by Tang Long.

The iron-armored lion of the Palace of the Pluto also died at the hands of Tang Long.

If it can be praised as the "Seven Kills", it is enough to show Xiahou Xing's extraordinaryness.

Xiahou Xing felt that it would be better to stay away from this muddy water, so he did not follow.

After getting up the stairs, Cao Zhengyang waved, "You guys go in and carry Tang Long's body out."

"yes."

As he said that, the men in windbreakers rushed in with Gatlin and smashed the door.

Twist.

Soon, there were fierce gunfires in the private room, and the bullet casing fell all over the ground, and the "dingli" sounded constantly.

Soon, there was no sound in the private room.

"What's going on?"

Cao Zhengyang's face changed and he said in a deep voice: "Did something happen?"

Hong Wuji waved his hand and said, "You guys come in and take a look."

"yes."

The people from the Hong Family Martial Arts Hall moved slowly and looked into the private room.

Click!

At this moment, the man's neck was bitten by a Tibetan mastiff, and blood was squirting everywhere.

"Escape quickly, those Tibetan mastiffs are not dead!"

I don’t know who shouted, and the people from the Hongjia Martial Arts Hall jumped down from the second floor.

Brush brush.

Suddenly, more than a dozen Tibetan mastiffs were killed from the private room, and the leader was the ghost-faced mastiff. He saw thirteen golden needles on his body, his eyes were bloody, his body exuded a bloody smell, and his mouth was like a "whimper" wolf howl.

How could this be a ghost-faced mastiff?

It's like the wolf king!

"No, these Tibetan mastiffs have been hypnotized by Tang Long. Hurry up... Go!" Cao Zhengyang's face changed, he turned around and jumped from the second floor, and walked towards the door with a limp.

However, the door of the Licheng Institute has long been locked from outside.

Tang Long hugged Xia Bingyao and shouted coldly: "Kill them for me!"

roar!

The ghost-faced mastiff roared to the sky, jumped up, and threw Wu Qian, who was running the slowest, to the ground. With a slap, Wu Qian's neck was cut and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Help...help, let me go!" Hong Wuji raised his foot and kicked the Tibetan mastiffs, but after a few minutes, he was pounced on by several Tibetan mastiffs.

Seeing this, Lu Zhen kept begging for mercy and said, "Tang... Master Tang, don't... don't kill me, I... I was wrong."

Tang Long narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Lu Zhen, when I was in the East China Sea, I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. It's too late to beg for mercy now. If I were the one who begs for mercy, would you let me go?"

Roar, roar.

Several Tibetan mastiffs rushed towards Lu Zhen, and soon Lu Zhen was bitten to death by the Tibetan mastiffs.

Originally, Tang Long wanted to kill these Tibetan mastiffs, but Tang Long had a beast-tasking talisman in his hand, so he didn't need to be used for nothing.

For Tang Long, as long as he controls the ghost-faced mastiff, other Tibetan mastiffs should not be obedient?

In just a blink of an eye, Wu Qian, Hong Wuji and Lu Zhen were bitten by Tibetan mastiffs to the point of being completely decent.

Xiahou Xing sat on the sofa motionless, just silently drinking the bottle of Lafite who had been in the 1982 years.

Xiahou Xing has seen bloodthirsty scenes before.

Qi Sha, a natural god of killing, had killed many people who were extremely guilty when Xiahou Xing was performing his mission.

So for Xiahou Xing, this is just a small scene.

However, Xiahou Xing was still a little afraid of the ghost-faced mastiff. If it was an ordinary ghost-faced mastiff, Xiahou Xing would certainly not be afraid.

But this ghost-faced mastiff was stabbed by Tang Long, and its whole body function reached its peak. Its combat power is definitely not weaker than that of the wolf king.

Roar, roar.

Under the leadership of the Ghost Face Mastiff, the remaining Tibetan mastiffs slowly surrounded Cao Zhengyang.
Chapter completed!