Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“Shit better not let me know which motherfucker team it is. My time is expensive. Can they afford it? ”

“Really?” A cold woman sounded.

At the same time, a grey shadow quickly swept past the crowd and swung to a man who was clearly talking dirty.

“Bang bang” two crisps.

The man didn't even see clearly who slapped himself.

There was silence in the crowd.

The grey figure left quickly after slapping him.

A few not too tight and slow steps came from the west.

Everyone looked back.

Five people.

Four men and one woman.

Walking in front of you is a gorgeous, cold-blooded red woman.

At first sight of this man, someone in the crowd shouted, “It's blood! ”

Blood Squad, one of the strongest intellectuals in the East Side.

Captain Heren, the dragon is missing his head. Everyday exchanges and the management of the team are all represented by Deputy Captain Zhao Yan.

This woman in red is Yang Yan.

Nobody expected that blood would send someone to take up such a ranked task.

Even more unexpected, Zhao Yan actually ran off himself.

The man who had previously spoken dirty words covered his face, angry and pale, but dared not say another word.

Zhao Yan looked at the silence with satisfaction.

“Friends, we're not late for blood, are we? ”

Nobody said anything.

With a cold look on his face, he smiled and said: "Why, it's me, Zhao Yan. Don't you have the right to open your mouth? ”

“That's nature. ”

“No late. No late. ”

“ …… ”

Under such a clear threat, Zhao Yan's words were successively accompanied.

Zhao Jing stood aside and watched this woman named Zhao Yan pretend to be forced.

Zhou Ping looked to the right and felt that there was probably only Zhao's younger sister in his team who could talk to herself at this time.

He patted Zhao's arm gently and whispered a beep: “This woman, Zhao Yan, is so powerful. ”

Zhao similarly whispered back: “Perhaps doing so will make her feel like she's awesome. ”

Zhou Ping cut off: “Yet I just think she's stupid. ”

Lu Zheng listened to the conversation between the two living babies behind him. The corners of his mouth were not easily detectable.

Zhao Yan's words have developed: “Since we all do the same task, I think it would be better to have a unified dispatch. That's the best way to use your strength as a whole, don't you think? ”

As soon as this was said, the Nine Energizers were silenced again.

Someone scolds the blood in his heart and bullies people with his strength.

Unified scheduling?

You want to take credit for it?

Then, when you earn merit, let the blood on, and let the other teams die in the first place.

The fool would believe her words.

Zhao Yan looked coldly at the reaction of the various teams below. His heart was disdainful and his face was colder: “What, are you guys saying something to me, opinions? ”

In front of a team of intelligent people with no weakness, someone stood up and spoke.

The man had a smile on his face, and he was polite to say: “Captain Zhao, we are all from the wild road. We are used to being free and scattered. If we agree to dispatch, we are afraid that...”

He's not finished.

Somehow, a grey shadow appeared behind him silently, a dagger reaching behind him.