The peerless prison king

Although these people are powerful, they are still inferior to those in death row. When fighting against them, I can say that I feel no pressure at all.

These killers can also feel Lao Yang's terrifying strength from the sensing breath.

What's more important is that they can't be enemies with Lao Yang. Lao Yang comes from the prison of death. Wouldn't being an enemy of him be an enemy of the prison of death? Who among the killers walking around the world does not know the terrifying existence of the Hell of Death? If you provoke the Hell of Death, what is the difference between it and the living dead?

The leader of the killer suddenly hesitated, not knowing whether to leave or what to do.

"Brother, I really can't figure it out. We don't seem to have any enmity with Death Prison, right? Why do you want to target us?" The man said unwillingly.

Lao Yang sneered: "I'm not targeting you, I'm targeting everyone who wants to be unkind to Mo Wenjun. Let's put it this way, if any of you targets Mo Wenjun, then who is my target. I said, Don’t worry about this guy, I’m guaranteed a bail today!”

Hearing this, the leading killer's mouth twitched sharply.

What should he do? What else can he do?

Obviously Death Row is determined to interfere in this matter!

There is nothing they can do!

"Okay, let's admit defeat today, and she, Mo Wenjun, will be lucky!" After saying that, the leader of the assassins shouted to his men: "Retreat!"

The others didn't dare to say anything and hurriedly fled!

When Ling Fengguo heard that Lao Yang was a person in death row, he was extremely shocked. What kind of existence is death row? It is the most terrifying place in the world.

Now people on death row come to protect Mo Wenjun?

Why is that?

Ling Fengguo's many years of experience in the battlefield have seen all the intrigues, so he was not so optimistic for a while.

"Brother, I would like to ask, are you really from the prison of death?" After the killers left, Ling Fengguo relaxed and asked, covering his chest.

"Yeah." Lao Yang responded lightly.

Ling Fengguo didn't say anything, but he was still slightly surprised in his heart, and then said: "Thank you, I can save my old life this time, I really want to thank you!"

Lao Yang waved his hand: "No need to thank me. I didn't intend to save you. I was just helping Mo Wenjun. If you want to thank her, just thank her."

Ling Fengguo smiled awkwardly: "Okay."

However, he paused and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, I have a question that I don't quite understand. Why did you save Miss Mo Wenjun? Do you know each other?"

"Don't ask me. I'm just following orders. As for the rest, I don't know and I don't want to know."

Lao Yang glanced at his watch: "If the calculation is correct, Mo Wenjun should have arrived at the country gate by now. The mission is completed and he is leaving."

After Lao Yang finished speaking, he turned around and left, quickly disappearing from Ling Fengguo's sight.

"Execute the order?" Ling Fengguo frowned deeply.

At this time, Ling Fengguo's phone rang.

"Old Ling, you answered the phone! Great, you answered the phone! I thought you..." There was also a middle-aged man on the phone. He was very excited when he heard Ling Fengguo's voice. His name was Long Zhan. The General Directorate of the Extraterritorial Theater of Daxia is on the same level as Wan Zong, but it is much more powerful than Wan Zong in terms of actual power.

All national defense issues are directed by him!

Ling Fengguo was his direct subordinate. Now that he knew that the veteran was safe, a stone fell from his heart.

"Old Long, I'm so lucky. Do you know who saved me just now?" Ling Fengguo said.

"Who?" Long Zhan asked.

Ling Fengguo suddenly smiled bitterly: "They are people from death row, they just saved me."

"Well, to be precise, it wasn't me who was saved, but Mo Wenjun who was saved. I was just saved by Zhan Guang."

Ling Fengguo quickly added another sentence!

Long Zhan on the other end of the phone suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this, but he soon returned to his normal expression.

"It seems that Death Prison still cares about me, Daxia, that's good!" Long Zhan said with a smile.

"Um, Old Long, aren't you surprised at all? This is the prison of death, the most frightening place in the world. Their people came to save Mo Wenjun? I really doubt they have any other purpose!" Ling Fengguo still felt a little doubtful.

"Hahaha, Mao has a purpose. Lao Ling, I will send someone to pick you up right now. Don't be suspicious. Come back quickly!!" Long Zhan urged with a smile and hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up the phone, a look of nervousness appeared on his face!

‘Old Ling, you really don’t know what the relationship between the boss of the death row and you is! You actually still doubt that you are close to your nephew? ? ’ Long Zhan cursed in his heart, thinking that if he had such an awesome nephew, he would probably wake up laughing in the middle of the night!

"Uncle Long, what's wrong with you? Did something happen to General Ling?" Mo Wenjun asked nervously.

Long Zhan laughed and patted Mo Wenjun: "General Ling is very good, and your Uncle Long is also very good. Don't worry! I just thought of an extremely outstanding junior. Forget it, let's not talk about him. Wenjun , Uncle Long welcomes you home on behalf of Daxia!"

"Uncle Xie Long!"

Hearing that Lingfeng Country was safe and sound, Mo Wenjun felt a stone fall from his heart.

And returning to Daxia this time does feel different. After all, it is my own homeland, and even the air is friendlier than that of country M.

Maybe it was because the geniuses sympathized with each other, but Mo Wenjun was very curious about who that extremely outstanding junior was.

"Uncle Long, can I meet that extremely outstanding junior you just mentioned?" Mo Wenjun couldn't help but ask.

"This..." Long Zhan suddenly coughed twice, and he smiled awkwardly: "Well, Wenjun, if you want to see this person, it may be a little troublesome, but don't worry, with your identity, you will be safe if you see him later. There is a chance, there is a chance..."

In fact, Long Zhan had already politely declined what he said. How could Mo Wenjun not understand? She didn't ask any more questions, but just smiled and said, "Okay, Uncle Long!"

However, she became more and more curious about the junior who even boasted that he was extremely good, including Long Zhan, the director-general of the foreign territory...

At the same time, Qin Tianlong's mobile phone received a message.

"Master Long, Mo Wenjun has arrived in Daxia safely!"

Qin Tianlong smiled slightly when he saw this and said nothing more.

If the emperor hadn't called him in the past two days, Qin Tianlong would have been too lazy to care about such things, because whether Mo Wenjun died or not had nothing to do with him. However, since the emperor called him, Qin Tianlong also It was hard to refuse, so I had to accept it.

After all, the emperor still has to give him face...

Moreover, Qin Tianlong also received news in the past few days, which was about his mother Ling Lan's natal family.