Ling Ziyao's words were like a thunder in Ling Zhong's mind.

His back was soaked in cold sweat.

Ling Zhong understood that Ling Ziyao was reminding himself not to take one-sided views.

A fear rose in his heart, Ling Zhong nodded and said in a deep voice. ,

"My subordinates bear in mind the teachings of the island master."

Ling Ziyao's slender hand picked up a plum from the table and put it in her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste made Ling Ziyao narrow her eyes slightly.

"Well...you go get ready."

get ready?

Ling Zhong raised his head blankly and glanced at Ling Ziyao in confusion.

"Tonight we're going to have a life-and-death fight together, of course."

"Not in the identity of the island owner."

Ling Zhong hesitated for a while and then said.

"Islander, isn't there a hidden danger if the two of us go there?"

"Life and death has always been the base camp of the Daquan Gang. It's a little dangerous for us to break in rashly?"

Ling Ziyao shook her head with a smile on her face.

"If I used the identity of the island owner in the good show tonight, it might not be so interesting."

"Yes, subordinates will prepare now."

Ling Zhong turned and left.

Ling Ziyao sat alone in the living room and put a plum in her mouth again.

"interesting……"

The sky was getting dark, and colorful lights appeared on Lingdao.

The battle of life and death is in the southernmost part of Lingdao, showing an ancient Roman style.

The surrounding area is full of audience seats from top to bottom.

And the bottom of the middle is the field of life and death.

The dark red soil exudes a bloody smell from time to time, contrasting with the surrounding white-yellow buildings.

The red stick Wu San, who was wearing his upper body, stood proudly in the middle of the battle of life and death.

In front of him was a blood-stained, silent corpse.

This is Red Stick Wusan's pre-match warm-up exercise, and he found a guy as a sandbag.

And at this moment, the audience seats were already crowded.

Most of them wanted to see Mr. Morin who had suddenly appeared recently.

In the face of the big circle gang Red Stick Wusan's air battle and threats, will it come?

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the crowd.

"He's dressed in white and has a handsome face. It's Mr. Morin!"

"Mr. Maureen is here to fight!"

"I thought that Maureen would be afraid of the red stick Wusan and would not dare to come."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe it's because of fear of the threat of Wusan, the red stick, to die!"

A white clothed Lin Mo walked slowly into the arena, looking at the red stick Wusan calmly.

The white clothes on his body and the dark red soil below him are like two extremes.

Even the people in the audience were in a trance.

They even subconsciously forgot that this is the West Vientiane Islands.

It's a world-renowned grey area.

Even if the world's most wanted criminals run here, they can live at ease.

How dare he wear white clothes in this gray area?

Standing in the arena, Wu San, the red stick, saw Lin Mo coming, with a ferocious smile on his face.

"Mauren, I thought you would be afraid and dare not come!"

Lin Mo looked at Wu San, the red stick, but said nothing.

But it seems to express his words with his actions.

Wu San, the red stick, looked at Lin Mo, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger.

Red stick Wusan understood that look.

That is contempt.

It didn't mean how much Lin Mo looked down on himself.

But... Lin Mo didn't put himself in his eyes at all.

Even if he was about to fight him in a life-and-death battle, Lin Mo still didn't take himself as a thing in his eyes.

Wu San has not experienced such a feeling for many years.

Since he made a name for himself, everyone is afraid of the red stick martial arts.

For fear of angering Hong Stick Wu San in the slightest.

The red stick Wusan's face was hideous, and the violent killing intent appeared in his eyes.

"Death!" JrNovels.com