The Dragon King is released from prison

Song Ming was running at full speed, and he didn't even look at what was happening behind him. He knew very well that if he stopped, he might die!

While running wildly, Song Ming was also thinking about the whole thing. He realized that he had become a bait!

From the moment he decided to capture Zhang Meng at all costs within an hour!

From the moment that person gave me an hour and said that he would make the situation even more chaotic in an hour, my mentality has changed! I started to do things without scruples!

Because of this, the law enforcement team found an opportunity! I became the target of the law enforcement team!

Song Ming was certain that the man wanted to use him to delay the law enforcement team, and he knew he would not surrender.

So the real trouble he is going to cause is not an hour later, but starting right now!

As for how long it will last, that depends on how long you can persist!

This feeling of being plotted against and being successfully plotted against made Song Ming very unhappy. He just felt like there was a fire burning in his heart, but it couldn't burst out.

Useless!

This is how Song Ming feels now!

I clearly suffered a great loss, but there was nothing I could do!

For a moment, Song Ming wanted to stop and not move. He wanted to make sure that person didn't suffer any more than he did himself!

But this thought only appeared for a moment and then disappeared. Song Ming was not stupid. Between venting his anger and staying alive, he would still make a choice. During Song Ming's escape, one blocking order after another was issued. He knew very well what the law enforcement team could do on this island and how strong the law enforcement team was. If he wanted to survive, he could not have any more orders at this time.

What to hide.

The wolf was sitting in his SUV. Song Ming had already run out of his sight, but the wolf had no intention of chasing him.

The wolf put his hand to his ear, and the headset kept reporting. "No hurry." The wolf's eyes were full of indifference. "Let him run first, and reveal his cards little by little. Let's see what he has accumulated over the years. If you want to play, then have fun.

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After Wolf finished speaking, he pressed the headset again, terminating the communication.

Tonight, the entire island will definitely be in chaos.

In the boxing gym, Qi Tian was tasting the red wine that the waiter Xiao Liu had just brought.

"It's a bit of a waste to drink it without waking up."

Qi Tian said, and took another big sip. Facing these two bottles of top-notch red wines in the world, Zhang Meng, who loves red wine, had no intention of tasting them at the moment. She seemed very worried, fearing that the people around her would attack her in the next moment.

Recreate a scene from not long ago.

"Don't worry." Qi Tian saw Zhang Meng's worry and gently shook the red wine glass in his hand. "Like I said, you won't see Song Ming anymore. He probably won't have a chance to come over."

Zhang Meng understood a little bit after hearing Qi Tian’s explanation, but he was still a little unsure at this moment.

"Are you sure Song Ming can't come?" "No." Qi Tian shook his head. "Song Ming is probably only at the Grandmaster level. With such a big commotion, his role outside will be far greater than his role here. After all, something is going to happen here.

What happens is not something that a master can participate in and decide. If I were the boss behind Songming, I would definitely not give up this opportunity. "

"Chance?"

Zhang Meng increasingly felt that his brain was not enough.

In fact, this is also a common trait of a person. When acting with people who are stronger than oneself, one will gradually give up thinking and become passive. This is why the strong will always be conquered by the stronger ones.

Qi Tian didn't explain because he knew that it was going to happen soon.

Before Qi Tian finished drinking the glass of red wine, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the boxing gym. Then the door of the boxing gym opened and more than a dozen figures walked in. All of them were wearing suits. After entering, they did not follow the waiter's instructions to walk to the booths in the middle, but walked to the booths in different corners.

He took a seat and ordered some drinks.

In the crowd, a figure took off his suit jacket, revealing the white shirt underneath.

This was a white man, about 1.80 meters tall, with short black hair. He took off the gold watch on his wrist, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt collar, and then slowly walked towards the ring.

There was a new champion on the ring, who had won three consecutive victories in a short period of time. When he saw another person coming up to the ring, a sneer appeared on his face.

"Another fearless person is here? Sign the death warrant."

"No need for that." The man in the shirt shook his head, his face full of confidence, "You don't dare to sign it."

"Bullshit!" the champion cursed.

Anyone who comes here to be the champion just wants to make a name for himself. How could he be happy to hear such words at this moment? He just waved his hand and asked the host to bring the life and death agreement, and then threw one to the man in the shirt.

The man in the shirt took a look at the contents of the death warrant, then smiled slightly. He took out a small pen from the pocket on the chest of his shirt, then wrote his name beautifully on the death warrant and threw it back to the champion.

The death warrant was just a thin piece of paper, but it seemed very heavy in the hand of the man in the shirt. The moment the paper flew out and the champion caught it, a cut was made on his palm, and blood stained the edge of the warrant red.

The champion glanced at the name written by the other party and his face changed drastically. He had already signed half of the life and death statement, but he didn't dare to write anymore.

The champion looked at the name written by the opponent, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he muttered: "Dick..."

“Step down.”

Dick put the pen away and put it back in his shirt pocket.

The champion swallowed hard, not caring about whether he was embarrassed or not, and turned around and walked off the stage without any hesitation.

Dick!

This name may be unfamiliar to someone like Qi Tian, ​​after all, they have never been on the same track.

Dick was one of those people who was out there expanding the territory for Lan Lin to establish his party, and he was fighting on a battlefield.

In the world that Dick is fighting for, that is, in the eyes of other major underground forces, the name of Dick is like a devil.

Even though Dick looked very gentlemanly and elegant, and his white shirt was spotless, everyone who had heard of Dick's battle record knew that he was a demon covered in blood.

The champion left the stage, causing a round of boos, but soon, the news that the person standing on the stage was Dick spread throughout the gym. Those who had booed the champion just now also shut their mouths at this moment, because facing Dick, choosing to run away was the wisest choice, and anyone would have made the same choice.