"You don't have to lobby me any more. It's up to you to kill or cut. I will never say anything to you that will harm the interests of my companion."
Zhang man can not be polite to refuse, and then she has put on a pair of dead posture.
Wei Wenfei's eyebrows can't help picking: "are you still imagining that Li Xing and they will come back soon? To tell you the truth, they probably can't come back."
"Therefore, it's better for the people of your farm that you choose to listen to me when good birds choose trees to live."
Zhang manke stares at Wei Wenfei with burning eyes. She is trying to distinguish the authenticity of Wei Wenfei's words.
In fact, it has been more than two hours since she agreed with Li Hang.
Zhang manke is more or less worried about Li Hang's ability. If people like Li Hang are delayed, it must be that they have encountered some force majeure on the way, which has hindered them.
But Wei Wenfei spoke so confidently, as if he had completely controlled Li Xing's tracks. Zhang manke turned his eyes and asked coldly, "do you know something?"
"I don't know all about it. One of my friends happened to have some problems with Li Hang. He didn't like Li Hang, so he used some tricks to trap them."
"If the time is right, they should have all been blown to ashes by now."
"You talk nonsense! Li Xing is the God of war in the Red Sea. He is not as weak as you say Zhang manke retorted.
Wei Wenfei sneered: "the God of war in the Red Sea is now in a world of its own. Even if he has such a powerful identity, he is a bare commander."
"No one can compare with me. Behind me is the sword Pavilion, which is higher than the world."
"As the saying goes, it's good to lean against a big tree to enjoy the cool. I like you, so you should kneel down and kowtow to me with gratitude."
"Instead of disobeying me again and again like this."
At the same time, Wei Wenfei suddenly grabbed Zhang manke's neck, and his elegant smile suddenly became cold. He said word by word, "I'll ask you one last time, where are Chu Jian and Liu Xiuhua?"
"Cough, cough!"
With Wei Wenfei constantly tightening his hand, Zhang manke's breathing becomes more and more difficult. Her face has turned purple black, and she seems to be choked to death with more air out and less air in.
Zhang manke's eyes widened in horror, his hands drooped down powerlessly and spat out a word: "roll!"
"To die!"
Wei Wenfei's eyes burst out a sense of obliteration, and his palm tightened after him.
"Bang!"
There was a loud, sudden noise.
In the twinkling of an eye, a bullet almost rubbed Wei Wenfei's temple, the skin of the temple was cut a big hole by the high-speed bullet, and the blood flowed down.
Zhang manke takes the opportunity to bite Wei Wenfei. Wei Wenfei throws Zhang manke out like garbage.
Seeing that Zhang manke is about to hit the wall heavily, his body is likely to have multiple fractures, and finally he dies because he can't get good treatment, he sees a disease shadow "whoosh" flying by and catches Zhang manke flying out in mid air.
Li Hang put Zhang manke firmly on the ground: "sorry, I came back late and made you suffer."