Everyone looked for fame and saw a head with a captain's helmet poking out of the helicopter.

If the woman, let the black man who speaks the language of M-country look at Ling Tian in shock. Soon he laughed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, if the flies dared to move slightly, I would shoot them handsome, hahahahaha... ”

“No, I want him. ”

Fu Shiyu, who had never spoken, glanced at the big man in black and pointed his finger in the direction of Night Xuan morning.

The big man in black stunned: “What is this boy's identity? ”

Isn't it better than this handsome boy? Isn't that...

When the big man in black looked at the night, his eyes became a little different.

“Uh... the sole successor to the Night Club, uh...”

Women's voices were heard again on the helicopter.

A successor to a group?

The big man in black stunned, and his eyes were cold, and he said, “No, this worthless man, what do you want him to do? ”

Night Xuan has a dark face, brother, I advise you to be careful!!!!

Though he doesn't speak m, he can understand what this person is saying through fluctuations in human minds, so Night Xuan's face is a little ugly.

“He alone, with him, we young handsome Ling will not move lightly.” Fu Shiyu looked at Ling Tian with a smile.

“Huh?” The big man in black frowned, revealing his thoughts.

There was not much expression change on Midnight's face, he just blurted: “As he said, the Night's Evening Morning is of little value. Are you sure you want a rich son instead of an Imperial handsome hostage? ”

Successfully made the big black man suspicious, he frowned: “Take this handsome boy, what if this boy is really worthless? ”

Fu Siyu insisted: "Just him. ”

The big man in black is a little hesitant, after all, it's about their lives and their deaths.

“Hey! When are you going to grind! ”

At this moment, the impatient voice of the Night Xuan morning rang and immediately led everyone to look at him, especially the black man who spoke m Mandarin.

“Little trash, look what you see.” The first morning of the night was high with a mockery and arrogance.

Successfully attracted the cold gaze of several people across the street, then the black man speaking m Mandarin sneered, pointing to Night Xuan morning: “Okay, that's it, boy. ”

Ling Tian glanced slightly, about to speak, but Night Xuan first opened his mouth: “Bring me a cup of tea, I'll come back later to drink.” He blinked at Ling Tian and looked so relaxed.

Ling Tian slightly doubted that he had heard wrong.

Night Xuan's voice rang in his mind again, repeating what he had just said: [Believe me.]

Looking at Night Xuan's smiling face, the voice entered his mind without opening his mouth. Ling Tian's eyes grew deeper and deeper, but he did not show anything unusual, just nodded.

Night Xuan morning was put on the helicopter with a gun pointing at him, then the black man speaking m Mandarin threw a large clapping remote to Baiguan Qing.

After calling Chu Junyan to make sure that the timer on the bomb had stopped, Baiguan Qing raised his hand to a platoon of special forces behind him: “Let them go. ”

“Ka!”

A neat and uniform gun-taking motion sounded.

“Hoang Hong Hong...”

The helicopter's propellers rotated, and the grass around the top of the mountain was overturned by a strong wind direction.

Soon, the helicopter took off and gradually moved away.