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Han Long said coldly: "Let me ask you for the last time, what is the name of that doctor?"

The electric current in Venom Fang's body became stronger and stronger, and his whole body was about to explode.

"Okay, okay, I'll say it, I'll say it!"

"That doctor is a white woman about 25 years old."

"Her name is..."

Just as Venomous Fang got to the important point, a silver spider, only one centimeter in size, suddenly crawled out of his nostril.

Venomous Fang took a breath of air and cursed angrily: "This damn foreign woman! She actually——"

boom!

Before Venomous Fang could finish cursing.

That silver spider exploded right on Venom Fang's face!

Venomous Fang's head instantly exploded into bloody foam!

The entire mourning hall was trembling!

Han Long stepped back at the moment of the explosion. His peak spiritual power in the Body Tempering Realm formed a barrier in front of him that was invisible to outsiders.

Han Long was unscathed.

However, the clue was broken.

A small silver spider can produce such amazing explosive power.

Obviously, this is what the mysterious female doctor deliberately left on the Hand brothers.

This kind of self-destructing spider should be made of nanoscale metal and usually sleeps in the host's body.

Once the keyword appears, the self-destructing spider will be activated immediately.

It's really high-tech.

Han Long's brows frowned slightly.

"Han Sang... I can't bear it anymore." Mai Shiraishi panted, her eyes blurred and enchanting as she crawled towards Han Long.

"Han Sang! Save my sister!" Baishi Qianye shouted while lying in the coffin.

Han Long sighed, "Women are really troublesome."

He grabbed Shiraishi Mai's waist and walked into the single room.

Han Long casually threw Shiraishi Mai on the tatami, turned around and closed the door.

Shiraishi Mai crawled over and hugged Han Long's thigh, and the kimono on her body fell directly to her waist.

vacuum!

Han Long was startled.

Why are women today so arrogant?

However, this is very convenient.

"Han Sang, I need you." Mai Shiraishi raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.

"I know, just lie down." Han Long pressed Shiraishi Mai onto the soft tatami.

Immediately afterwards, he pinched the top of Shiraishi Mai's thigh with his hands.

Shiraishi Mai screamed in pain, "Han Sang, it hurts!"

"Hold it." Han Long pinched the wound, poured spiritual power into it, and forced the toxin out of the wound.

Before treatment, the poisonous wound must be cleaned first.

Under the stimulation of spiritual power, fresh red blood flowed from the wound.

Han Long did not let go. While infusing spiritual power to squeeze out blood, he raised his hand and shot five golden needles towards Mai Shiraishi's abdomen and heart.

Shiraishi Mai groaned, her waist twisting uncontrollably.

Her blood flowed even more, and the entire tatami was stained red.

The fragrant sweat on my body couldn't stop flowing out!

The whole room was filled with the smell of blood and a strange sweet smell.

After 1 minute, the poison of passion was discharged with blood and fragrant sweat!

The flush on Mai Shiraishi's face faded, and her body felt extremely relaxed!

Han Long raised his hand and withdrew the golden needle, and moved his other hand away from Shiraishi Mai's wound.

"Wipe it yourself." Han Long looked coldly.

Like a scumbag!

After wiping it clean.

Shiraishi Mai put on her clothes and knelt in front of Han Long with a blushing face.

"Han Sang, thank you."

"You saved me again."

"I really don't know what I can do to repay you."

Han Long said calmly: "It's very simple. You and your Holy Society will belong to me from now on."

Shiraishi Mai's pretty face turned red, "Hai, I and the Holy Society belong to you."

Han Long said indifferently: "Send your warriors out to search for people from the Hand. I don't care about you guys. If you find a senior member of the Hand, please notify me immediately. This is my phone number."

Shiraishi Mai quickly wrote it down.

"Han Sang, please don't worry!"

"The Hand is our mortal enemy!"

"Even if Han Sang doesn't give orders, we will fight them with all our strength!"

"Now, with Han Sang as our backend, we are even more confident!"

"Yeah." Han Long said calmly: "In addition, when I was healing you, I helped you improve your ninjutsu strength. Your current combat effectiveness is twice as high as before."

"Double!" Shiraishi Mai exclaimed.

She comes from a famous ninjutsu family!

Her ninjutsu prowess was something she had trained since she was young and endured countless hardships before she finally mastered it.

As for Han Long, just by pricking her a few times, her strength doubled!

"Han Sang!" Mai Shiraishi fell to the ground, "Please stab me a few more times!"

Han Long said coldly: "No."

It's not difficult to prick her a few times, but the key is that with Shiraishi Mai's current strength, she simply can't withstand stronger spiritual power.

Han Long didn't bother to explain anything.

In short, if it doesn’t work, it won’t work.

Mai Shiraishi didn't feel sad at all, but said more respectfully: "Hai! Han Sang, this must be because I'm not good enough! I will continue to work hard!"

When she looked up, Han Long had already left the room.

Shiraishi Mai suddenly felt disappointed and walked out of the single room holding on to the wall.

The meridians at the base of her thigh were pinched and swollen, and she walked with a limp.

The holy warriors outside the door looked at her with "I understand" expressions in their eyes.

"Sister, are you okay?" Baishi Qianye, who was lying in the coffin, asked eagerly.

"It's okay, it just... hurts a little, and I bled a lot." Mai Shiraishi said happily, "But it feels so good! Han Sang is so awesome!"

What she meant was that Han Long helped her heal her injuries and also improved her ninjutsu strength.

This is of course very exciting.

"...Sister, there are so many people here, can't you be more reserved?"

"What's so reserved about this kind of thing? Brother, when you're healed, I'll beg Han Sang to let you feel this feeling too!"

"...Sister, I suddenly feel that life is meaningless. How about you help me nail the coffin?"

...

at the same time.

In a secret laboratory.

A light spot pops up on the holographic earth image located in the center of the room.

Immediately afterwards, the area where the light spot was located was displayed, and Venom Fang's profile picture and identity information also appeared.

A slender gloved hand gently touched the holographic image and browsed it quickly.

"Oh, in just two days, the Hand has lost two generals."

The mysterious woman who spoke had a gentle and light voice, but there was a coldness in her voice.

"Psylocke."

"Yes, Doctor."

A Chinese woman walked out of the corner of the room and stood in front of the mysterious female doctor.

"The death of the petrified cow, and the death of the fang."

"It's all about the same guy."

The doctor curled his fingers softly, and the scene of the petrified cow before it died appeared on the holographic projector.

It was Han Long's cold and heartless face.

"Find this person." The doctor said softly.

Lingdie immediately bowed, "Yes! I'm going to kill him right now!"

"Kill?" The doctor's blood-red lips raised a charming smile, "The petrified cow and the fangs fell into his hands, how can you kill him?"

Lingdie remained silent, but felt extremely unconvinced.

The doctor continued: "Our new opponent's strength is by no means simple. I am very interested in him. I want you to find him, understand him, and if possible, bring him to me. I want to study him carefully. Hit his body."

"Yes, I understand," Lingdie said.

"As for the Hand and Chinatown."

"Let them all calm down for now."

"The mission on Christmas Island has failed, and Elon Roxon's people are hunting for the Hand everywhere."

"Now we have a new opponent."

"For the sake of the big boss's grand hegemony, the Hand and Chinatown need to restrain themselves."

"Yes! Doctor!"

Lingdie raised his hand, opened a purple space door, and jumped in.

Immediately afterwards, the purple space door closed, and the room fell into darkness again.

Only Han Long's holographic image was still glowing.