Interstellar Peak Glory

"I know." Mo Jiahua's voice was cold, and he said, "Dabao has indeed had an accident. His mermaid blood has awakened ahead of time, and I can feel it too."

Ling Feitong's heart had reached his throat, and he felt his whole body go numb.

"What does it mean to be awakened? What will happen to him? Huh?"

"There will be brief flare-ups and periods of weakness that follow."

Ling Feitong pursed his blue lips and said, "Why did you wake up early?"

"Drugs, or they have been pushed to the extreme." Mo Jiahua turned a corner and said in a deep voice: "Mermen are born fighters, and they will explode when they are at the end of the road."

The car jumped onto another road.

Ling Feitong gritted his teeth and said, "I want to kill someone."

Mo Jiahua said coldly: "It's up to you, remember the skills this king taught you."

"Remember." Ling Feitong said: "Cut the grass and root out."

This nerve-wracking race against time came to an end in just 10 minutes.

In the urban area, even at night, the roads will never be too smooth, so Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua abandoned the car at the intersection and ran away. The two figures were like a whirlwind, and they arrived at the next one in the blink of an eye on the bustling road. intersection.

Passers-by stopped and looked around one after another, but they could only see two fleeting figures from their backs.

A lonely sports car was just thrown on the side of the road like garbage.

Elegant music was still playing in the lobby of the Red Pavilion, and there were still guests coming in for entertainment at this point. A few beautifully dressed wives and young masters had just walked in. Before the lobby manager took back the respectful smile, he felt a gust of wind blowing from his side.

Immediately afterwards, a cold gun was placed on the lobby manager's head.

The lobby manager froze all of a sudden, and said sternly, "Who are you?"

Ling Feitong said sternly: "Just now you arrested a six or seven-year-old child, where is it?"

"Ah——" At this time, the ladies standing by immediately screamed and ran away in fright. The bodyguards of the Red Pavilion rushed in and drew their guns at Ling Feitong and the man standing beside him.

"Say!" Ling Feitong roared.

The lobby manager was so frightened by his bloodshot eyes that he almost urinated. He immediately raised his hands and said tremblingly, "In, in room 409, it's none of my business, don't care about me!"

Ling Feitong kicked him away and ran towards the stairs.

The lobby manager let out a scream.

Mo Jiahua raised his hand three times and shot through the wrists of the three bodyguards who were about to shoot. His already cold voice seemed to be mixed with ice and snow—"Anyone who dares to act recklessly will be killed without mercy."

Everyone present was shocked by his overly oppressive coercion. A few hidden superhumans couldn't bear it and fell to the ground. Putting the weapon on the ground on his knees, he raised his hand.

"Close the door." Mo Jiahua ordered.

The bodyguard closest to the door immediately shook his legs and closed the two heavy and wide doors with difficulty.

Mo Jiahua said to the manager of the lobby who was already limp on the ground covered in cold sweat and frightened: "Where's the boss here?"

The lobby manager said with a pale face, trembling, "Old... the boss... is already on his way back... That kid, kid killed someone! He's a devil, he killed someone!"

Mo Jiahua kicked the lobby manager to the ground, and also strode upstairs.

The lobby manager who had been kicked twice lay on the ground and vomited two mouthfuls of blood. He got up in fear, feeling like the end of the world was coming.

Ling Feitong came to the fourth floor as quickly as possible. He was full of hostility and murderous intent, his eyes were bloody, and he held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. All the guests who saw him screamed and ran away.

The two bodyguards at the gate of 409 saw Ling Feitong rushing towards him from a distance, pointed their guns at him and said, "What are you doing?"

Ling Feitong's answer was to go directly with a knife and a gun, which crippled the combat effectiveness of these two people.

He kicked the heavy door open with one kick, and the scene inside made his blood vessels burst instantly—the room after the fight was in chaos, and Arthur was making sharp screams continuously, his clothes were being smashed. Torn, covered in blood and wounds, three men were pressing on his legs, one of them was still tearing his pants.

But Dabao, whose face was covered with crystal-clear gold and silver scales, was put in a cage. He weakly scratched the cage with his paws, but stared at the murderers with a pair of black eyes full of hatred. I don't know what is muttering in the mouth, it looks extremely scary.

There were several corpses lying on the ground, but this did not disturb the interest of those people. Fang Jinwei and the others even sat on the sofa comfortably, watching this bloody and violent scene.

The sudden appearance of Ling Feitong interrupted the original performance.

"Who?" Boss Zhao was shocked by Ling Feitong who suddenly broke the door violently, and immediately drew his gun. Ling Feitong threw a knife and chopped off his hand holding the gun instantly.

Blood rushed out, screaming.

Boss Zhao looked at the severed hand on the ground in disbelief.

Ling Feitong didn't say a word, he killed one with one shot, and shot all three people who were trying to bully Arthur.

The room suddenly became chaotic, and a dozen people in disheveled clothes immediately began to dodge. Ling Feitong's face was as cold as frost, and he killed three guests who drew their guns. Go down and chop off the bare lifeblood of one of them.

Arthur was still screaming, howling, and crying, all mixed together for a moment.

When Mo Jiahua came up, except for Ling Feitong who was still standing in the room, everyone else died or were injured, or just fainted from fright and fell to the ground. Blood was everywhere on the walls, tables, and chandeliers. living hell.

Ling Feitong didn't feel embarrassed about those who were dressed in revealing and coquettish clothes. He didn't kill those who were wronged and owed their debts.

After dealing with the people in the room, Ling Feitong slashed the metal cage with two backhanded knives. He just wanted to hug the terrified Dabao out, but was kicked to the ground by a force.

"Don't touch him." Mo Jiahua fished Dabao out and hugged him in his arms, glanced at Ling Feitong who was sitting on the ground covered in blood and staring at him with murderous intent, and said coldly: "Clean up the mess and leave immediately."

Ling Feitong closed his eyes and shook his head desperately. He picked up the dagger that had fallen by his hand, and slashed at his arm before he recovered.

The pain made him return to reason, Ling Feitong turned and knelt beside Arthur who was screaming with fear in his eyes, took off his windbreaker and covered him.

"Arthur, it's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." Ling Feitong hugged Arthur's head, his voice choked up almost uncontrollably.

Arthur was still screaming, his blood-stained blond hair kept shaking as he shook his head, Ling Feitong held his head firmly in his arms, and only let go when his screaming weakened hand.

Ling Feitong's shoulder was bitten to a bloody mess, but he just moved his shoulder and wiped away the tears and snot on Arthur's face like coaxing a child.

Ling Feitong and Arthur looked at each other, held back tears and said: "It's me, Ling Feitong, it's okay Arthur, I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

Arthur's empty eyes slowly became brighter, and he stared at Ling Feitong with his long mouth. It took a long time before he found his voice.

"Xiao Ling?"

"it's me."

"Da Bao and Xiao Bao..."

"They'll be fine." Ling Feitong sniffed and said, "How are you?"

Arthur stared at Ling Feitong for a long time, then suddenly grabbed his collar and said, "Who are you?"

Ling Feitong said, "I'm Xiao Ling."

Arthur's lips trembled, and he said, "How to prove it?"

"You have a mole on your buttocks. It was originally round, but later you asked me to make a heart shape for you."

Arthur: "..."

Damn, there is no need to talk about this kind of thing!

Arthur wiped his face and said with bare eyes, "You're not fucking dead."

"Dead." Ling Feitong helped him up and said, "I'll talk about it later, can you still go?"

"I can walk, the injury is not serious, it's just that my brain didn't work just now, you know, intermittent mental illness, I can't help it, I really can't control it." Arthur spat while pulling up his pants, pointing Looking at Fang Jinwei, who was lying on the ground trembling, he said: "He gave Dabao an injection of something, and locked Dabao in a cage. Damn, he took Lao Tzu's aphrodisiac medicine, and didn't even give him any money. Damn, he doesn't give money! Do you think he is cheap? Is he cheap?!" Ling Feitong: "..."

Ling Feitong walked over and kicked Fang Jinwei up.

Fang Jinwei fell on the sofa, looked at Ling Feitong who looked like a ghost, and shouted sternly: "Do you know who I am? I, my father is the son-in-law of the Tang family—does Tang Zhanhui know? Tang Zhanhui is my grandfather! You If you dare to touch me, my whole family will not let you go!"

"I'm so scared." Ling Feitong suddenly smiled.

"You know you're afraid, right? If you know you're afraid, get out of this young master!" Fang Jinwei's nervous heart relaxed a little. At critical moments, his identity is still easy to use.

But in the next second, he felt a sudden chill down below, and then the pain rushed to his forehead.

"Ah—" Fang Jinwei screamed, looking at the bloody lower body, he fainted immediately.

"It deserves it." Arthur said coldly.

Ling Feitong put the Amethyst dagger back into the scabbard, and helped Arthur to walk outside.

Armed soldiers in military uniforms had already appeared at the door, apparently this was the local army that Gu Yuan and the others contacted halfway.

Onlookers were kept out and all communication devices banned.

"Hurry up and put the wounded on it!" An officer in a major's uniform saw Ling Feitong and Arthur, and immediately ordered the soldiers who had been prepared to carry the wounded person onto the stretcher.

Arthur was put up, and the soldiers wanted to carry Ling Feitong, but Ling Feitong refused.

"I'm not injured, it's not my blood." Ling Feitong asked the major softly, "Where is Your Highness?"

The major also lowered his voice, accompanied Ling Feitong as he walked out and said: "The one has already taken the child to the military hospital. Don't worry, the hospital has already greeted you, and the best experts are already here."

Ling Feitong nodded, gave a military salute to the major, and said, "Thank you very much."

The major was taken aback for a moment, and immediately returned a military salute, saying: "It should be."

Ling Feitong said, "I'm going to the hospital."

The major said: "The car is ready, the road is blocked, and we can go right away."

This celebrity who can accompany His Royal Highness Mo Jiahua on private visits, as long as his head is in order, he knows that he cannot be provoked, and he must do his best to meet all his needs.

□Author's gossip: Thank you for the gift from Qinqin, the little ceramic monster and Baby Yuanyuan~ I'm sorry that I repeated two paragraphs when I pasted it, and it has been changed. If you find the duplication, you can leave a message.This book is exclusively published by Liancheng Reading, please do not reprint!