Chapter 577： Warning from Rakshasa

The middle-aged man did not expect that the people around Lin Fan would be so powerful.

You know, the people in their Temple of Death have taken genetic medicine.

But now, the person who took Lin Fan has nothing to do.

The leading middle-aged man regretted it in his heart.

If I had known, I would not have provoked Lin Fan.

Who would have thought that Lin Fan's strength would be so powerful.

The headquarters of their Temple of Death is very hidden, but Lin Fan found it out.

Forget it, the most important thing is that now Lin Fan has to uproot the Temple of Death.

The leading middle-aged man gritted his teeth and glanced left and right.

He was looking for a chance to escape.

He knew very well that today's Lin Fan came prepared, and if he continued to fight, it would be their Death Temple who would suffer.

And so it is.

Although Lin Fan brought only ten robots.

Those who faced the Temple of Death did not have an advantage in numbers.

But in terms of strength, the people in the Temple of Death are no match for Lin Fan's robots.

In this way, the people in the Temple of Death fell one by one.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people had no intention of fighting.

They just want to get out as soon as possible and get rid of Lin Fan's robot.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that someone had already turned around and fled, the leading middle-aged man cursed angrily.

He turned around, wanting to run away too.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Right now, we can only avoid the edge temporarily.

Unfortunately, Lin Fan never gave him a chance.

Lin Fan rushed over and immediately pressed the middle-aged man's shoulder.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the middle-aged man turned around and punched Lin Fan in the chest.

Lin Fan let out a sneer and turned sideways to avoid it.

The middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly and attacked Lin Fan again.

Although his movements were swift and violent, he didn't even touch the corner of Lin Fan's clothes.

His speed is very fast, but Lin Fan's speed is even faster.

The genetic medicine developed by the Temple of Death is very powerful, but it is not as good as the genetic medicine drawn by Lin Fan from the system.

In addition, Lin Fan has gained a lot of fighting skills.

Therefore, that middle-aged man was no match for Lin Fan at all.

Even if there were ten more people, it would be impossible to beat Lin Fan.

"Fack!"

The middle-aged man felt that Lin Fan was deliberately teasing him, so he cursed again.

At this time, other people in the Temple of Death have been subdued by Lin Fan's robot.

It's almost a one-sided battle.

There is no suspense at all.

In the field, only the middle-aged man was still holding on.

The middle-aged man's face was very ugly.

He could see that Lin Fan hadn't used his full strength yet.

"go to hell!"

The middle-aged man approached Lin Fan and drew a dagger from behind.

On the surface, it was an ordinary dagger.

actually not.

It was a gun that fired bullets.

The middle-aged man pointed the dagger at Lin Fan and laughed wildly.

"Go to **** with me!"

With such a short distance, if there is no accident, Lin Fan will definitely die.

However, an accident just happened.

Just like the weird situation just now, the bullet in the dagger disappeared.

The dagger could fire four bullets at once, however, there was no gunfire.

"How...how did this happen?"

The middle-aged man showed a hellish expression.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Could it be...God is helping Lin Fan?

Lin Fan sneered again, and sent the middle-aged man flying with one punch.

The body of the middle-aged man flew more than ten meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

Also played a few rolls.

When he got up, he was already ashamed and seriously injured.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Fan with fear in his eyes.

"You... who the **** are you?"

The middle-aged man was scared.

Lin Fan didn't speak, and walked towards the middle-aged man step by step.

"Are you a god?"

The middle-aged man took a few steps back.

Lin Fan just smiled and said.

"Tell me, how do you want to die!"

The middle-aged man trembled, shook his head, and knelt directly on the ground.

"I... I don't want to die!"

"Let me go!"

Lin Fan said, "Give me a reason not to kill you?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head, thought for a while, and then said.

"I can tell you the secret about the Temple of Death!"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "You want to say that the Temple of Death was actually created by the Rakshasa organization, don't you?"

The middle-aged man looked terrified, "You... how do you know?"

Lin Fan sneered, "I know a lot!"

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said.

"Don't you want to know where the Rakshasa organization is?"

Lin Fan shook his head, "I already know, you don't need to tell me!"

Just now, Lin Fan received a message from Xiaoying.

It turned out that Xiaoying found a lot of information about the Temple of Death in the basement.

Following the clues, Xiaoying also quickly found out the secret of the Rakshasa organization.

"Do not kill me!"

The middle-aged man was very frightened and begged for mercy.

Lin Fan didn't speak, turned around, and was about to leave.

Lin Fan did not intend to let these people go.

Just let the robots handle them.

Lin Fan didn't want to get his hands dirty.

Before Lin Fan could take a few steps, the middle-aged man's cell phone rang suddenly.

The middle-aged man took it out to have a look, and found that it was a video call from the Rakshasa organization.

"Mr. Lin, someone from the Rakshasa organization contacted me!"

Middle-aged men don't want to die.

"Raksha organization?"

Lin Fan stopped, turned around, and looked at the mobile phone that the middle-aged man was holding with great interest.

The Temple of Death is a force created by the Rakshasa organization.

All in all, now that Lin Fan has dealt with the Temple of Death, the Rakshasa organization is bound to suffer serious damage.

I just don't know why people from the Rakshasa organization called at this time.

Come to think of it, the Rakshasa organization already knew that something happened to the Temple of Death.

Lin Fan walked up to the middle-aged man and picked up his phone.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Fan also pressed the answer button.

On the phone screen, a masked face soon appeared.

Lin Fan pressed his finger on the camera in front of the screen, because he didn't want to reveal his identity.

"Interesting, you dare to move my influence!"

"If you have the ability, report your name!"

The other party knew that something happened to the Temple of Death, so they chose to make this call.

Lin Fan didn't speak.

The other party waited for a long time, saw that Lin Fan did not speak, snorted coldly, and continued.

"You dare not speak, do you?"

"Very well, I don't care who you are, anyway, I will find you!"

"Those who dare to make trouble with our Rakshasa organization will not end well!"

Lin Fan changed his voice and said.

"The person who said this to me before is dead!"

The man said disdainfully, "Really?"

"I'll make you pay!"