Chapter 1211

In the depths of the Yunlong Mountains, in a certain open space, a robbery scene is being staged.

"Slutty!"

"Hand over all the money!"

"Otherwise, the young master tells you to taste the feeling of a thousand arrows piercing the heart!"

Su Chen used telekinesis to control hundreds of branches, and sharpened his knife towards Cheng Zhiji who was on the ground.

Cheng Zhiji's calf and thigh were both pierced by branches, bleeding profusely, Meng Yiren and Yuan Guoliang's faces turned pale.

Fortunately, as a warrior, Cheng Zhiji has strong physical fitness. Immediately tap the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, but his face is still pale...

"just kill me!"

"Anyway, I paid the money, and it's a dead end! Isn't it?"

Cheng Zhiji suddenly became a man. Gritting his teeth, he glared at Su Chen angrily, "It's just my poor eyesight, I didn't realize that you are an awakened S-level alien!"

"This time, I have fallen!"

Say it.

He simply closed his eyes, waiting to die on the spot.

A few minutes later.

"Ahhhh!"

"I said!!"

"I said!!!"

"Don't call me!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

In the air above the dense forest, Cheng Zhiji's tragic cry echoed. The birds and beasts scattered.

After Su Chen took out the electrotherapy chair that hadn't been used for a long time and tortured him, this tough guy immediately gave in and roared hoarsely!

The upper limit of the electrotherapy chair for the King of Thunder is 1dol. Ordinary people can't even bear 1dol. Cheng Zhiji is worthy of being a warrior who has half a foot into the realm of generals. He still gritted his teeth until 8dol.

But when Su Chen fully pulled the second joystick, he immediately collapsed.

This kind of pain is simply not something that a human being can bear. At this time, Cheng Zhiji only had one thought in his mind, that is death, a complete liberation.

"My Swiss account main card's... account password is..."

Su Chen wrote it down, and immediately dialed the satellite phone to inquire. The bank's customer service staff told him that there were a total of 400 million in it! Gold!

"I'll go, 400 million!"

"Including the previous 100 million, it's a total of 500 million gold!"

"This guy, how much money has he robbed and how many people have been killed through this method over the years?"

Su Chen hung up the phone, sighing.

"Let me go... please... let me go..."

Cheng Zhiji was still struggling, "Those are really all my money, please..."

"Go to hell and repent."

Su Chen took back the electrotherapy chair casually, and squeezed it with his big hand!

After a slight hindrance, Cheng Zhiji's head burst on the spot. Red and white things splashed all over the ground.

Su Chen took a deep breath.

500 million gold, equivalent to 3.55 billion yuan, a wealth that ordinary people can't earn in a few lifetimes, and he just got it.

But, let’s be honest, it’s ill-gotten wealth and it’s stained with blood.

Why do many people like to deposit ill-gotten wealth in Swiss banks?

That's because this bank is too special. The country where they are located has always maintained a neutral attitude in the world. The only purpose is that the customer is God. They will never disclose the identity information of the customer, even if the other party is the police.

"Forget it, Cheng Zhiji is dead, I can't possibly bring him back to life. Ask him who he has harmed, and transfer the money to the relatives' accounts one by one, shall we?"

"I'll take it."

"Money did nothing wrong."

Su Chen shrugged.

Throwing out the fire, Cheng Zhiji's body was incinerated into flying ashes, and he walked back to the original place.

Meng Yiren and Yuan Guoliang were still sitting slumped on the ground, not knowing what happened, they just stared at Su Chen in horror.

Especially Yuan Guoliang, his crotch was wet, and he was obviously scared to pee.

It was the first time he met Su Chen on the high-speed rail. Unexpectedly, this young man who doesn't look very old, at most seventeen or eighteen years old. It is such a terrifying existence!

In front of him, the three members of Jiugong Baguamen were as weak as chickens. Kill at will!

What is that ability to manipulate branches...

"Do not kill me!"

"Don't kill me! Please!!"

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong..."

Before Su Chen came over, Yuan Guoliang turned over and knelt down, kowtowed frantically, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Meng Yiren sat slumped on the dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground, with two beautiful long and white legs close together, her beautiful eyes were full of fear.

"kill you?"

"You think too much."

Su Chen came over and curled his lips, "I'm different from that kind of person, and my interests have not been violated. Why should I kill you? I'm still annoyed."

"ah?"

Yuan Guoliang didn't expect Su Chen to spare him just now, he was stunned for several seconds before he dared to take a breath.

Seeing that Su Chen was not interested in them, the Meng Yiren felt relieved. This guy seems to be a normal person...

"That. Excuse me..."

"Where's Cheng Zhiji?"

Meng Yiren asked boldly.

Su Chen glanced at her with a sneer, "Why, are you still thinking about him?"

"No!"

Meng Yiren stood up from the ground, his pretty face twisted slightly, and he gritted his teeth, "I wish he could go to hell! Go to the 18th floor of hell! This beast, scum, kills a thousand swords!"

"Don't worry, he's dead."

Su Chen said casually.

"Dead... dead?"

Meng Yiren's beautiful eyes changed, and she quickly bowed to Su Chen, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

"I still have something to do, let's go first."

After Su Chen said this, he turned around and was about to go deep into the mountains.

Meng Yiren and Yuan Guoliang were taken aback!

"No...sorry!"

Meng Yiren suddenly raised his voice, grabbed his collar tightly with his right hand, and shouted behind Su Chen, "Excuse me, can you...can you send us back?"

"We pay!"

"One hundred thousand yuan!"

"No, two hundred thousand! Two hundred thousand!"

It could be heard that Meng Yiren's voice was very scared and nervous. She had already guessed that Su Chen would probably ignore her, but she still wanted to try her best.

"Two hundred thousand..."

Su Chen turned around speechlessly, "Don't you know that warriors are extraordinary groups in society, and they are not short of money?"

"Do you know how much Cheng Zhiji gave me just now?"

"Five billion!"

"Gold!"

Fuck!

Yuan Guoliang was almost scared to death!

Five hundred million? Or Minjin? What kind of fairy deal is this?

The point is, he hasn't survived yet!

"Okay... okay..."

Meng Yiren's eyes immediately lost their spirits, "Then, Mr. Su, please let us follow you!"

"ah?"

Su Chen had a strange expression on his face.

The woman's tone was very serious, and she said firmly: "I know that deep in this mountain range, something earth-shattering is about to happen. You don't have time to send us back, so please allow us to follow you!"

"Please!"

Meng Yiren gritted her teeth and knelt down to Su Chen!

"Yi Ren!"

"You're crazy!"

Yuan Guoliang yelled softly from behind, "It's more dangerous inside! You'll die if you go in!"

"Then do you remember the way back?"

Meng Yiren turned his head and gave Yuan Guoliang a quiet look.