Chapter 1964 Yellow Hair

"His grandma's, this Liu Qingjiang is too cunning to let him fool you!"

Hei Biao walked out of the Jiangyuan Hotel and turned back and snorted bitterly.

"Brother Biao, do you also want to make friends with these two?"

The black-faced strong man asked with a puzzled expression.

"Alas! I missed it, it's all my hesitation... It would be better if I made it earlier... Well, let's go back quickly, I will report this to the boss!"

Heihu's intestines are all regretful. He has always been cautious, but this time he was too cautious and missed the opportunity to make friends with the strong.

The group left the Jiangyuan Hotel in a hurry. He wanted to tell the boss about Lin Junhao. He believed that after tonight, Lin Junhao's strength would spread, and the power rankings in Jiangning City would be changed.

Huang Mao and Wei Zui didn't know how they got out of the Jiangyuan Hotel. Their legs were trembling, and their hearts were still cold. They watched Butcher Huang being dragged out like a dead dog. He was going to die, but he didn't think Jiang Yuan would let them go.

Huang Mao looked back at Jiangyuan Hotel, his eyes were a little blurry, but Butcher Huang was finally dead.

Ever since Butcher Huang robbed his sister, he thought about killing Butcher Huang all the time, but he didn't have a chance, but this time, he took the opportunity and killed Butcher Huang in one fell swoop.

But he wasn't much happy, his footsteps were heavy, and he didn't know how to go back to face his once innocent sister.

"Hey...Yellow hair, good...well, Huang...the butcher is dead...now, all the forces...return to... ...we're here!"

After walking a few hundred meters away from the Jiangyuan Hotel, Wei Zui seemed to regain his courage, and suddenly laughed.

Not only did he speak crookedly, but he also stuttered. He and Tie Tou were under the strong subordinates of Butcher Huang, and he was also an Awakened. The mind of the dead yellow butcher.

Before, he had been watching Qingming in the bladder, this boy Huang Mao was completely in the shadow of the Yellow Butcher. Now that Butcher Huang was slaughtered by the Jiang Yuanhui people, everything about Butcher Huang was his own.

"what?"

Huang Mao came back to his senses at this time, and looked at him a little uneasy.

"Hey! Don't... be afraid, I don't... will... kill you, and I will hang out with... me in the future, I don't... I will... treat you badly, you... younger sister... let me... hurt!"

Crooked mouth looked at Huang Mao with a sinister look and smiled.

"you......"

Huang Mao suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the crooked mouth with an incredible look, his eyes were full of fear.

"Your sister...sister, legs... really white, no... okay, I... go back now... go, Do... your sister!"

The more he talked, the more excited he was, his eyes flashed green with excitement, drool was flowing from the corners of his mouth, he pushed the yellow hair away, turned around and left.

Huang Mao's face turned pale for a moment, and he stared at the back of the crooked mouth blankly. The next moment, he seemed to come back to his senses. He suddenly stared at the back of the crooked mouth with a grim face, and suddenly pulled out the short knife from his waist, frantically. jumped up.

"you wanna die!"

Hearing the movement, Wei Zui suddenly turned around, staring at Huang Mao with fierce eyes, and pulled out a machete and slashed towards Huang Mao.

However, he suddenly felt his body froze, and a terrifying force descended on him and pressed him tightly. He couldn't even move, as if he had been immobilized, his crooked mouth opened his eyes instantly, and his eyes were full of horror.

puff!

He watched helplessly as the yellow-haired short knife plunged into his heart, but he could only watch, the cold blade entered his body, and a stinging pain came, he suddenly widened his eyes, opened his mouth and said There was a miserable roar, but no sound came out, as if someone had covered his mouth.

"Dead damn..."

Huang Mao frantically stabbed Wei Zui's chest with a knife, like a madman, Wei Zui could only watch the cold blade pierce his body again and again, blood spurting, but he couldn't move.

After a while, the eyes of the crooked mouth gradually dimmed, and the head tilted and died, and only then did the invisible energy that controlled him disappear, and his body slowly fell down.

Huang Mao threw himself on the crooked mouth with too much force. Only at this moment did he react. He stared blankly at the bloody crooked mouth lying on the ground. hand.

"Ah!" He let out an exclamation, got up and ran as if he had seen a ghost, stumbled as if drunk, and disappeared into the darkness after a while.

At this time, when the security guards in Jiangyuan Hotel heard the movement, they rushed out of a few people quickly.

Already in a luxurious private room, Di Ping, who was drinking tea quietly with a teacup in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth with a light smile on his face.