Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

While touching the delicate skin on the corners of her lips that had been restored, Fang Qingqing followed the prodigal son with small steps, looked at his tall figure, and pressed her lips lightly, thinking of something, There was a blush of shame on the cheeks.

"Will I...serve him often in the future?"

She thought with shame in her heart that she had preliminarily substituted herself into some little secretary called by the prodigal son...

The prodigal son walked out of the small underground palace and walked outside.

Walked to the place where the man guarding the entrance on the road.

The man sat on the chair boredly, propped his chin with his hands, felt the breath behind him, turned his head lazily, saw the appearance of the prodigal son, suddenly opened his eyes wide and stood up, looking at the prodigal son vigilantly Wow, I woke up all of a sudden.

"You are?" He frowned, and then saw Fang Qingqing behind the prodigal son. After seeing her complete face, he couldn't help being dazed for a moment. Fang Qingqing used to wear a veil. Although a pair of exposed peach blossom eyes are also extremely beautiful, but no one would think that her whole face is so beautiful.

He also immediately realized that this was Fang Qingqing who had taken off her veil, and looked at Fang Qingqing with some puzzled eyes, as if asking.

"Give me your token."

The prodigal son stretched out his hand, and his chiseled and handsome face was imperceptibly carrying a hint of oppression and aggression, he said softly, and stretched out his hand.

The man couldn't help swallowing his saliva, looking into his eyes, he couldn't help but feel timid, but he didn't hand over his token immediately.

"Who is Your Excellency? I have never seen Your Excellency before?"

"Qiangwei, who is this?"

He said timidly, and asked Fang Qingqing again.

Fang Qingqing looked indifferent and did not answer him. Fang Qingqing's code name in the assassination pavilion was Qiangwei.

As the name suggests, the thorny rose.

Usually, he has an image of being indifferent to strangers.

Seeing that Fang Qingqing didn't reply to him, the man panicked even more. He couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, then took out his token and handed it to the prodigal son.

Having been a killer for many years, he could instinctively feel that the man in front of him was extremely dangerous, and he would definitely not be able to offend him. Although he didn't know who he was or why he appeared here suddenly, he handed over his token to him right now. It's right to go out.

Seeing this, the prodigal son's eyes were slightly relieved, he took the token, and then threw the token to Fang Qingqing who was beside him, and said with a light smile:

"You have occupied this token, and you will use the bronze medal in the future."

Hearing this, the man's eyes widened in surprise, his pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't sit still for a while.

This is the bronze medal he has worked hard for half his life, and because he can lick it, he was regarded as a lackey by the original silver medal, and he can get a lot of salary and treatment just by being a janitor. Fang Qingqing, he definitely can't accept it.

Even if he is afraid of the prodigal son, it is impossible to watch at this moment.

"What do you mean by that, sir?"

"Although I don't know when you came in, it's too much for you to blatantly take my token? Is my boss still inside?"

"Even if you and the boss are friends, you have no right to do such a thing."

He was a little annoyed, and said in a deep voice.

In his eyes, no one in the south of Huaiyuan can be the opponent of the former silver medalist. Even if the one in front of him may also be a silver medalist in the assassination pavilion, he can't be so unreasonable. To lose his own bronze medal, this kind of behavior is impossible to be allowed in the assassination cabinet. Even if he is also a sub-cabinet master, he can only control the people in his own cabinet, unless his boss agrees.

Thinking of this possibility, he couldn't help being slightly startled, but immediately put aside this thought, how could it be possible, how could his boss abandon him.

Seeing that the man in front of him looked like a dog that had been robbed of its food, the prodigal son clicked his tongue twice, and then slightly released his aura, a breath of imperial coercion burst out, directly pressing on the man .

After the man felt the coercion, his pupils shrank suddenly, he couldn't straighten up all of a sudden, and knelt down on the ground.

He was terrified and couldn't believe it. He knelt on the ground and broke out in a cold sweat. He regretted what he shouldn't have said.

At the same time, he was also very surprised, why did the man in front of him dare to do such a thing?Could it be that the boss has nothing to do with him?

"From now on, I will assassinate the pavilion master of the sub-section of the pavilion south of Huaiyuan."

"As for the boss in your mouth?"

The prodigal son sneered, and continued: "And he's dead."

The voice is calm and composed, carrying a wave of confidence and indifference.

As soon as the words were spoken, the man kneeling on the ground trembled suddenly, raised his head in astonishment and looked up at the prodigal son in front of him, shaking his head slightly, in disbelief.

How can it be?

Boss is dead?

Fang Qingqing on the side didn't have any ink marks, and as a result, the bronze medal began to seize control.

As the most popular brand, the iron brand has only simple basic functions.

With a bronze medal, you can communicate with your superiors and connect with your peers.

But it does not directly enjoy most of the rights and interests of the Assassination Pavilion like iron cards. It can be applied to a small part, and most of them still have to find their superiors.

Following the coercion and voice of the prodigal son, several people immediately walked out of the rooms behind the passage.

Like the man kneeling on the ground, they were all astonished and shocked, looking at the prodigal son in disbelief.

Immediately, someone saw the silver killer token in Prodigal Ziyao's hand and reacted.

Cracked knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and cupped his fists in salute.

The rest of the people saw this and immediately followed suit.

Seeing that so many people came out, the prodigal son narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at each of them. Then he took a step forward, lifted the man who was kneeling on the ground by his neck, and held him in his hands like It's like mentioning a little chicken.

The man's face turned red immediately, and he wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't speak. He grabbed the prodigal son's arm with both hands, and his legs kept flailing.

A look of horror.

"My rules are very simple, work for me wholeheartedly, don't have any crooked thoughts."

"Correspondingly, I will also make you full."

"Understand?"

The prodigal son said in a low voice, his words were unhurried, but they carried a feeling of depressing tension.

A group of half-kneeling killers had cold sweat streaming down their cheeks, and each of them was very dignified.

"understand!"

Almost at the same time, everyone answered in response, and no one dared to be negligent.

They all know how abnormal and exaggerated the strength of the person who can kill their former boss must be.

And the feeling that the prodigal son Miao gave them was not necessarily weaker than the boss who had been in his soul for seven days, and the oppression he felt was even worse.

The words are plain, but repeating them will kill them in a second.

It stands to reason that the new pavilion master will kill chickens and monkeys when he takes office, but because of the precious human resources, he will not kill too many.

That's why they reacted so quickly, for fear that they would become the ones who would make an example of others.

But right now, it is obvious that someone is going to be killed to make an example to others.

"I know the guy I killed, his background is not simple."

The prodigal son still said calmly, shifting his gaze from the several people to the man in his hand, seeing his terrified and astonished appearance, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

Several people became even more nervous when they heard the words. They also knew that the identity of the former pavilion master was not simple, and he had a gold medal brother.

But the thing to think about right now is how to survive tonight, who would dare to think about that?How can anyone dare to be the first one?

"But since I dare to kill him, it means I have the confidence and confidence."

"I also know that you must have flattered that guy as a paparazzi on weekdays."

"However, if I find out that someone dares to do something that eats inside and outside."

Prodigal Zimiao said, his voice changed, his voice was a little bit lower, suddenly several people felt that the air was a little bit colder, their bodies couldn't help trembling slightly, and their backs were already covered with cold sweat, as if being framed by a death scythe In general on the neck, the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

"That's the fate."

Pausing for two breaths, the prodigal son continued to speak in a deep voice, and when he said the words, his hands became vigorous, and he pinched the throat of the man in his hands.

With the sound of a broken throat, several people couldn't help trembling.

Immediately afterwards, the prodigal son threw the man in his hand away.

Then he dissipated the oppressive look on his face, and at the same time dissipated the coercion emanating from his whole body. The corners of his lips slightly curled up to look at Fang Qingqing, who was also stunned and a little frightened.

Seeing his faint smile, Fang Qingqing suddenly came back to her senses. She couldn't get used to it for a while, so she licked her lips lightly.

He didn't expect that he, a big pervert, would have such a majestic and domineering face.

My heartbeat couldn't help but sped up a little bit, and I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

As for the murder of the prodigal son, she didn't give birth to any fluctuations.

"Get up, from now on, this, uh, this Big Sister Qiangwei will be your second boss besides me." Prodigal Zimiao pushed Fang Qingqing's shoulder and showed her in front of several people, smiling lightly on the road.

"Her order is equivalent to my order, and I may rarely show up in the future, which means that she can be regarded as half of the pavilion master here, do you understand?"

As she said that, Fang Qingqing's beautiful eyes opened wide, and she was a little at a loss, a little sudden, and a little nervous.

Own...

real...

Have you really become such a powerful person?