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Dragon One circled around the door to hell, barely escaping death. He clutched his throat, coughing violently as a look of hatred appeared in his eyes.

However, compared to physical pain, mental torture and defeat were more hurtful.

"Is your hand okay?"

Gao Xiaowen asked Ye Zheng.

"A little injury."

Ye Zheng chuckled, and extended his left hand. Two deep wounds appeared on his palm from the dagger, and blood flowed out, revealing the depth of his bones.

Gao Xiaowen frowned and said to Ye Zheng: "You don't need to make your body suffer."

She knew that there were many ways for Ye Zheng to win against Dragon One, and the reason why he used his bare hand to grab onto the tip of the sword was largely because of the venting of Ye Zheng's anger in his heart.

"It doesn't matter."

Ye Zheng said coldly.

Thousand Tang Long took a deep breath and tried his best to straighten his body, but his knees were still trembling and his face was bloodless.

Gao Xiaowen turned her head to look at Dragon One, smiled and reminded him, "Attach the short sword to your wrist. You have strength and speed, but the changes in your sword skills are very monotonous."

Dragon One coldly snorted. He closed his eyes and didn't say anything else.

"The three of us will board the plane tomorrow and make a trip to the East Ocean Continent."

Gao Xiaowen chuckled, "If we can get along with each other, we can play cards in our free time. If you keep thinking of killing each other, then we might as well decide the victor here. The victor will continue to complete the mission, and the loser will enter the body bag. "

"If I want to kill someone, I can do it at any time. I don't need any reminders."

Ye Zheng's body was emitting a biting cold aura, and Dragon One couldn't help but shiver.

"If you're still so rebellious, I'll tell the Old Man that the deal is invalid."

Gao Xiaowen stopped smiling and said to Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng sneered and did not reply. Instead, he stood to the side with a relaxed expression, and no longer shot a glance at Qian Tang Long.

"He's looking down on me!"

The face of the Dragon One was as white as paper. The fist on his left hand was clenched tightly. His body was trembling from fear and anger.

Ye Zheng walked out in large strides, leaving only the soulless Dragon One behind.

Gao Xiaowen walked over, gently placed a hand on Qian Tang's shoulder, and teased: "He has a reason to be angry, don't be angry."

"In the High Lord's eyes, I no longer have any status."

Thousand Sunsets mocked himself.

"You're a key part of the Old Man's plan."

Gao Xiaowen laughed: "You still have the potential to improve."

"I've been training very hard, but... I know I'm stuck in a bottleneck. "

"A few months ago, I was evenly matched with someone with the surname Ye. I never thought that he would have reached such a level today!"

Ye Zheng's true identity was the strong "backlash"

A clone!

There were only three people who knew about this secret: the High Lord, Gao Xiaowen and Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng's original body had immense potential, and adding on the words "Ghost Guest"

Under Casamaye's guidance, and with the added bonus from the Red Tide Serum, the "Seven-pointed Star"

Inside the organization, other than the High Lords and Gao Xiaowen, the rest of them were not enough to look at her back.

"Inject me with Red Tide Serum."

Dragon One's face revealed a trace of malevolence.

Gao Xiaowen chuckled, she bent down and picked up the broken sword on the ground, and said to Qian Donglong: "Don't use the injection. Cut off our wrists and stick together. But you'd better think of the faces of those who failed the experiment. "

Dragon One's eyes narrowed. After hesitating for a moment, his expression dimmed.

Gao Xiaowen laughed and nodded, then casually walked out.

In such a large training hall, only Dragon One was left alone.

At this moment, he finally felt the fatigue. His legs went soft and he kneeled on the ground. Tears and snot filled the air.

The Chinese Ocean was a developed island nation in East Asia.

Its capital, "Dongchuan"

According to statistics, it is one of the largest and most developed cities in Asia.

In the center of Dongchuan City's business district stood an eighty story building. It was beautifully designed, with a perfect combination of modernity and tradition. The name of the building was "Mountain King Building".

that is, "Shan Wang Group."

The headquarters.

"Shan Wang Group!"

Affiliated to "Shan Wang Consortium"

In terms of wealth, it could be ranked in the top five within the East Ocean Continent.

This consortium had a very long history. If one were to look carefully, it was four hundred and eighty years ago, during the War Country Era of the various islands in the East Ocean Continent.

Then there was the rudiment.

At that time, the great businessman Beitiao used her wealth and influence to establish the "Mountain King's Society".

He was like a fish back in the water, selling weapons, resources, food and information and establishing a huge business empire.

In the span of more than four hundred years, the owner of the consortium had changed, "Shan Wang Group".

He still kept the signboard.

Night fell, and the prosperous Dongchuan City was enveloped in a resplendent light.

"Mountain King Building."

In the meeting room on the seventy-second floor, the upper echelons of several branch offices were still in a meeting.

This meeting room was approximately 200 square meters. It was decorated in an antiquated manner, giving off the vibe of a war nation in the East China Sea.

The president of Shan Wang Group, Ji Tian Zheng Xiong, was a man in her fifties with a head of white hair.

Although his appearance was ordinary, his body was' controlling everything '.

His aura was exceptionally strong, giving his subordinates a lot of pressure.

The business of Shan Wang Group involved real estate, electronic products, machinery, entertainment and many other aspects.

At this time, the heads of these branches were reporting on their work and financial situation.

"..." The economic situation of the entire East China Sea had been recovering. The corporation had obtained the rights to develop a piece of land in Binhu City (the northern city of the East China Sea). They were preparing to build four high-class apartment buildings and two office buildings. "However, the specific design is still under discussion …"

The real estate agency's president, Dao Tianyoushi, was holding a script in his hand and stuttering when he spoke, a thin layer of perspiration seeping out of his forehead.

"President Paddy field has worked hard."

He forced a smile on his stern face as he encouraged her.

Dao Tianyoushi stood up and bowed deeply.

President Ji Tian nodded in return.

"..." Electronic products, the market share of which is now a big part of foreign companies... However, our research and development department is powerful and experienced, and I believe it will be able to bring back a city in the future … "

The president of the electronics branch, Simpson Mazeroux, a petite, middle-aged man, also ended his report.

"You've worked hard."

Although President Ji Tian was very serious, he was very polite in the face of his subordinates.

"The report on the work of each branch has been completed. All that is left is the Biochemical Technology Society."

The president of the entertainment branch, Qiu Ye, looked at a woman across the table with a mocking expression.