Chapter: 3648
Mr. Lang opened his eyes, and the injuries on his body recovered quickly, which is unbelievable to ordinary people.
He moved his muscles and bones, but it didn't affect his hands anymore.
"There are still a few more, and it will probably take some time. How could it be such a coincidence, as if God arranged it on purpose."
He laughed, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his laughter, "Fortunately, the one who woke up has lost his memory, and I'm afraid he can't even remember who he is."
But Mr. Lang knew that that person must remember him, he must remember him, and he must kill him!
He got up, his face was very ordinary, walking in the crowd, no one would notice his existence.
He changed another face. The previous one was destroyed in the explosion. Now he has fair skin, and even his pupils have turned dark blue. He looks like a blond foreigner.
Walking out of the forest, Mr. Lang went directly to the largest city in North America and found the largest underground circle organization in the area.
In the casino.
Strong cigarette smoke is everywhere, irritating people's noses almost numb.
"Who are you looking for?"
Seeing Mr. Lang coming in, someone immediately stepped forward and asked, this kind of private gambling house only serves people in their own organization, "Outsiders are not allowed to come in, are the people outside dead, won't they stop them?"
"Crack!"
Mr. Lang directly stretched out his hand and clasped his neck, his voice was hoarse, "I'm looking for you, the most effective talker!"
"Ah-"
The man resisted violently and struggled violently, but he couldn't move at all.
"Who! Dare to come here to make trouble, kill me!"
Who knows who yelled, and all the people in the casino rushed over, and some even picked up sticks and long knives that were placed in the corner, and they were very fierce.
Mr. Lang turned his head and glanced at them, his eyes gradually turned cold.
"Crack!"
He directly twisted the neck of the person in front of him, throwing it aside like a bag of garbage.
"Rubbish."
Mr. Lang snorted, and rushed into the crowd like a wolf into a herd of sheep.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
...
In less than a minute, everyone on the ground was lying in a mess, either their arms were broken directly, or their legs were broken.
Painful howls and screams kept ringing out.
Mr. Lang stood there and said calmly, "Who is in charge?" JrNovels.com
He moved his muscles and bones, but it didn't affect his hands anymore.
"There are still a few more, and it will probably take some time. How could it be such a coincidence, as if God arranged it on purpose."
He laughed, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his laughter, "Fortunately, the one who woke up has lost his memory, and I'm afraid he can't even remember who he is."
But Mr. Lang knew that that person must remember him, he must remember him, and he must kill him!
He got up, his face was very ordinary, walking in the crowd, no one would notice his existence.
He changed another face. The previous one was destroyed in the explosion. Now he has fair skin, and even his pupils have turned dark blue. He looks like a blond foreigner.
Walking out of the forest, Mr. Lang went directly to the largest city in North America and found the largest underground circle organization in the area.
In the casino.
Strong cigarette smoke is everywhere, irritating people's noses almost numb.
"Who are you looking for?"
Seeing Mr. Lang coming in, someone immediately stepped forward and asked, this kind of private gambling house only serves people in their own organization, "Outsiders are not allowed to come in, are the people outside dead, won't they stop them?"
"Crack!"
Mr. Lang directly stretched out his hand and clasped his neck, his voice was hoarse, "I'm looking for you, the most effective talker!"
"Ah-"
The man resisted violently and struggled violently, but he couldn't move at all.
"Who! Dare to come here to make trouble, kill me!"
Who knows who yelled, and all the people in the casino rushed over, and some even picked up sticks and long knives that were placed in the corner, and they were very fierce.
Mr. Lang turned his head and glanced at them, his eyes gradually turned cold.
"Crack!"
He directly twisted the neck of the person in front of him, throwing it aside like a bag of garbage.
"Rubbish."
Mr. Lang snorted, and rushed into the crowd like a wolf into a herd of sheep.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
...
In less than a minute, everyone on the ground was lying in a mess, either their arms were broken directly, or their legs were broken.
Painful howls and screams kept ringing out.
Mr. Lang stood there and said calmly, "Who is in charge?" JrNovels.com
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