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At the moment, at the gate of Tianjing Hotel, several minivans were drifting and stopped in the middle of the road, blocking the road directly. Those drivers who happened to pass by this place would be scolded when they opened their mouths when they committed "road disease". However, seeing hundreds of people rushing out of the van, they shut their mouths one by one and backed away in a hurry.

This group of people led by a middle-aged man in suit and leather shoes. With a murderous intent, they took hundreds of Kunwu brothers into Tianjing hotel. The female front desk of the hotel looked at the situation and was so scared that she called the lobby manager.

"Brother Lang, why are you here? Langge, you are... " The manager of the lobby came in a hurry. Looking at the middle-aged leader, he quickly welcomed him with a smile. Kunwu club is the biggest underground force in Seoul. The people who do business here don't know the brother Lang of Kunwu Association. This is the gold medal fighter of Kunwu Association.

Lang Ge gave the manager a cold look: "don't be nervous. We're not here to look for you. An hour ago, a Chinese checked into your hotel and told me which room he was in."

On hearing this, the lobby manager was relieved. He thought that he and others were not satisfied with Kunwu society. He was looking for someone.

"Didn't you hear what Lang said? Do you want to find out? " The lobby manager yelled at the two front desk waiters who were shaking with fear. Two receptionists heard the words and rushed to the computer in front of them to check up. Although the hotel is absolutely confidential for the information of the guests, the confidentiality is relatively speaking.

"In It's in room 1109. "

Lang Ge heard the speech and turned to the humanity behind him: "leave ten people to guard the exit of the hotel, the exit of the parking lot, and the rest of the people will follow me up."

Seeing Langge take 78 or 80 people up the elevator, the lobby manager remembers sweating on his forehead. I'm afraid it will not be good today. Once a homicide happens, it will have a great impact on the hotel's reputation, but Kunwu club, they can't afford it.

"Jing Manager, do you want to call the police? " A receptionist asked in a trembling voice.

"Alarm? Do you want me to find my body in the garbage can tomorrow? Call the police Keep your mouth shut. No matter what the police will ask you in the future, they will say they don't know. Do you understand? "

"Know I see. "

Others do not know, where he is not clear, Kunwu will stand behind the giant Li group, call the police? That would be suicide. He stopped and quickly took out his mobile phone. He had to tell the boss about it. Otherwise, he could not afford the consequences if something happened.

In room 1109, Sima Yanzi stood in front of the window with a negative hand, looking at the traffic jam downstairs, and a sneer came out of his mouth.

"Captain, the control room is under control." At this time, a member of Fengshen guard knocked on the door and came in to report.

Hearing the speech, Sima Yanzi turned around and said faintly, "very good. Tell them to immediately cut off all the monitoring contents within two hours in the hotel. Send two people down to solve the people of Kunwu society. The rest Wait in the hallway! "

One of them asked, "Captain, do you want to keep alive? After all, we don't know about Kunwu Association, and we don't know their specific location. We need a person to lead the way. "

Sima Yanzi chuckled: "of course, we should keep alive. Didn't you leave a hemiplegia for them just now? We have to learn from childe's methods. "

"Yes..." How could they not understand Sima Yanzi's words? Alive? It was temporary.

On the 11th floor, the elevator door had just opened. Among the four elevators, people from Kunwu society rushed out immediately, some with machetes, some with daggers, some with pistols. How could they tolerate such provocations.

But as soon as they stepped into the corridor, the people of Kunwu society were stunned, for in this corridor, a dozen people in black cloaks looked like ghosts, motionless, as if waiting for them.

The first brother Lang looked at the scene and frowned deeply. He was also a person who had seen big waves. However, these people in front of him made him have a bad feeling, although he brought 70 or 80 people.

"Kunwu will handle affairs, let the idle people get out of the way, otherwise the consequences will be borne by you." Lang Ge gave a big drink. The pistol in his hand was loaded, and he fired three shots on the ground. The sound of the gun reverberated in the corridor and spread far away. However, the more than ten people were as motionless as statues, which made the sense of crisis stronger in Lang GE's heart.

He stepped back a little and waved his hand behind him: "up..."

With Lang GE's command, the Kunwu Association's people immediately rushed to the dozen people, while the gun bearers were leaning on Lang GE's side and keeping an eye on the front. However, the next moment, they will never forget the scene appeared, that more than ten years ago like a ghost of the general existence, under the cloak Mu ran out a touch of silver, at the same time, like a ghost one eye, a mysterious disappeared figure.

In a flash, the whole corridor was covered with blood splashing, and the broken limbs and arms were flying around. The scream and scream became the concerto of hell. In less than two minutes, the corridor fell into a dead silence. There is a river of blood on the ground. Those Kunwu people don't even have a moaning person, because if they hadn't had their heads cut off, or their hearts pierced, or The throat was cut open.And the more than a dozen black robed people who appeared again, each knife in his hand, had been dyed red with blood, and was falling down the body of the knife, like a god of death, showing his own death sickle.

Lang GE has killed people, and his people's lives are not only one, but he has never seen such a murderous murder. In less than two minutes, fifty or sixty people have become dead under the knife. Who are they?

"Open Shoot, shoot the hell Lang Ge was so anxious that he took up the pistol in his hand. Regardless of whether it was accurate or not, he started shooting at the front. Now only the gun can give him a sense of security.

Isn't it two Chinese people who have some skills? Are these two? Is this a bit of a skill? What kind of terror did Kunwu Association cause? But now he has no time to think about how to climb out of hell.

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