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Du Chunfeng nodded slightly, then strongly patted Fang Yishan's shoulder and said: "Alright, then thank you. If you're still alive after tonight, I'll definitely treat you to a drink."

Fang Yishan snorted, "This old man has a tough life. Back then, I crawled out from a pile of corpses, you had better take care of yourself."

The members of the scouting team returned one by one. When they saw the nine people lined up in a row, they weren't too surprised. They just casually swept their eyes over them.

All the firearms had been reloaded, and everyone loaded their ammunition as loud as they could.

"Little Black, go quickly."

Du Chunfeng instructed.

"Alright!"

Blacky acknowledged as it carried a sniper rifle and headed out to find the most advantageous hiding spot.

This was already a rule of the Angry Dragon Mercenaries. Every time they were on the defensive side, they would send Little Black to guard the outside.

This brat's eyes were sharper than an eagle's. If he didn't have any enemies approaching him, then he would be in great danger.

There was still some time before the sun set, so everyone found a place to rest.

The boss of the restaurant was overjoyed. He didn't know what luck had come his way this time, but the restaurant that had always been deserted was now full of customers.

Furthermore, all of them were foreigners. They spent a lot of money on it. It was US dollars, euros and so on. They all slammed their hands on the table.

This made the boss feel like he should open a branch.

Although the restaurant was full, it was strangely quiet. There was only the sound of chewing food.

However, it was not surprising that they came from all over the world and spoke different languages.

Other than the sound of farting and moaning, there was basically no other language that they could use to communicate with each other.

While he was eating, a burly man suddenly stood up. He was bald, had a black cloth wrapped around his head, and two thick iron hoops on his wrists. There were protruding spikes on the surface of the iron hoops, making them look very sharp.

At the same time, he stood up and stood beside the burly man.

The crowd did not know what this person was up to, but they all put down their weapons at the same time. Their gazes were all on him.

The big fellow coughed and then said loudly: "I presume that everyone here is here for the gold."

He was speaking the Mi Guo language, and the man standing beside him repeated it again in Chinese.

The Mi Guo language and the China language were the two most commonly used languages in this world.

Everyone present were people who were wandering around the world, so it wasn't hard to understand what this burly man was saying.

No one replied, knowing that he still had more to say.

Just as expected, the man continued, "I've found out. The people who came to fish for the gold are basically divided into three large organizations, with the names of 'Digging Gold', 'Slaughtering Demon', and 'Dragon Slaying'. These three organizations have huge amounts of power, and are the most likely to be able to fish for the gold mine."

Everyone agreed, and no one refuted it.

There is a saying that people have more power. The fruit of victory is most likely to fall into one of these three organizations.

Of course, they also wanted to join one of the three organizations. They thought that even if they couldn't get anything big, it would still be good for them to get some soup. However … "However, I can see that you're all wandering soldiers, so I'm afraid the chances of you succeeding are not high. You guys want to join the three organizations, but you're all juniors in the assassination world, so I don't even care to call you into the team. I'm afraid that it might implicate your retreat, am I right?"

"Damn!" What did you say!? Laozi has always been a lone wolf, and disdained to join any of those organizations. "

An irritable young man could not hold it in and slammed the table as he stood up.

After being slammed down, a palm print was actually produced from the surface of the wooden table.

The big man heard this and looked over. Then, he spread out his hands, revealing an expression as if he was being hit by his father.

That little brat was immediately annoyed. He grabbed the bottle of wine and walked over after a few steps, then swung it down.

The big man easily dodged the attack and then took advantage of the unprepared situation to heavily chop down on that person's body like a machete.

The thorns on the iron hoops on his wrists entered the man's body without any obstruction.

The man wailed in pain.

The big man kicked the man and sent him flying.

The young man flew through the air in a trajectory, heavily smashing onto a table. The dining table was smashed into pieces, and the plates, wine glasses, and other items on the table buried the young man underneath.

After twitching twice, the young man stopped moving.

The big guy twitched his mouth in disdain. This brat was probably just a street hoodlum. How could someone like him dare to take the head of the Demon King?

The newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger, but it was not afraid. In the end, the calf would be eaten by the tiger.

Everyone was stunned by the big man's methods. Although they were slightly dissatisfied with what he had just said, no one dared to say anything.

The boss hid behind the cashier's counter, not daring to make a sound. Tears were streaming down his face. He wanted to get even with the big guy and ask him to compensate for what he had broken.

However, that fellow's gaze was too terrifying. It was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with. In the end, the boss could only accept this loss and hope that this fellow would calm down a little.

The big man crossed his arms and continued, "Everyone definitely doesn't want to leave empty-handed. How about this, how about we form an organization. This way, we will have a chance to succeed and have the ability to compete with the other three organizations. Of course, the leader would be me. I forgot that I haven't introduced myself, I am the seventy-eighth ranked on the world's killer list, Explosive Bear! "

Everyone went into an uproar. However, after some thought, they felt that the pros and cons were greater than the cons.

In this small restaurant, the fourth organization was officially established.

Explosive Bear seemed to have come prepared, he had already prepared a big truck ahead of time. Seeing that everyone was full, he instructed everyone to go to the truck.

The car slowly drove past the dilapidated suburban area.

The red light went on, but these people in the truck were ruthless people, why would they care about the red and green light?

He stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward, causing the pedestrians who were about to cross the street to curse and run away.

Right at this moment, the cymbidium who was sitting on the side of the street saw this through the glass. His mouth revealed a sinister smile, and he pressed the red button in his hand.

"Boom!"

A small fire suddenly burst out from the truck. The fire turned into a sea of fire and engulfed the truck.

With a violent boom, several wheels along with some broken arms exploded out of the sea of fire and scattered on the ground.

A child by the side of the road wiped off the snot on his nose and said to the little girl beside him proudly, "I'm right, if we rush into the traffic lights, the car will explode."

The little girl had a look of adoration on her face.

Criminal Police Captain Liao Minghong was about to go crazy today. To think that seven or eight murders had happened in one day in the area he was in charge of, this was simply a grave dereliction of duty.

However, the corpses that were identified were all wanted by the world's evil people. Poison Master Charlie, Rain Night Slayer Devil Jie Ke … Their crimes were enough to kill them eight or ten times over.

The sudden death of so many evil people could be considered a great disaster for the world, and it seemed like it should be a reward.

However, these people were all dead.

Even Liao Minghong's superior had a headache, wondering if he should be rewarded or punished.