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Chapter 596 Multiple Choice Questions

Wang Lang grabbed the Roujiamo in one hand and ate it in big mouthfuls, and drank a sip of the soup under the cold skin, "What do you like to do, but don't get in the way of me."

The middle-aged man took a bite of cold skin with a refined bite, put the bag on the table, gently turned the bag, and Wang Lang raised his eyes casually.

This is not a leather bag at all. This is a gun made by a man a few years ago. It can be folded and looks like a leather bag. However, the one in front of me is obviously a refined version, with more refined workmanship and much larger size. Judging from the movement of this thing on the table, there should be other things in it besides the gun. Eighty-percent of them are weapons.

The middle-aged man put one hand on the leather bag and the other holding chopsticks to eat. Although he lowered his head, he always paid attention to Wang Lang's every move. The underground world can tell that among the three gun kings, these three most Wang Lang's guns were fast and had high accuracy, and the other two were not inferior. However, those two people had a certain research on the manufacturing of guns and could make their own guns, which Wang Lang could not do.

Wang Lang burped after eating, and asked for a drink and drank it lightly.

"There are not many people who can afford to let Xiao Jindao take action. Please think about who sent you here." Wang Lang looked outside with a smile on his lips. He did not speak Chinese, but spoke English.

The middle-aged man smiled but didn't say anything, and kept keeping that move. To outsiders, it seemed like he was afraid that his bag would be stolen.

"You want to whitewash? No, Shiva should not have the awareness of whitewashing. Then you should just use the money to do things. Those who can afford this price and only want those two people are the yellow-haired ones." Wang Lang gently put down the drink can.

"Wang, Abbot said you have set your sights on our target. Kapil went to find you, but never came back. Shiva gave the order, who killed Kapil..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Langxin grabbed the chopsticks with his hand, picked up the bowl that had just been filled with cold skin, turned his wrist and then pressed it down, and a piece of needle protruded from the bottom of the bowl.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and tapped his leather bag with his fingers, "The Dragon King is still the Dragon King."

"Sammit, do you really want to fight with me?" Wang Lang turned the bowl over.

"Little Golden Knife is like a brother. One died, and it is not good for anyone. Shiva is furious." Sammit smiled.

"Just you?" Wang Lang looked at Summit like a joke.

"I know myself. But if someone wields the food you eat, will my chances of winning be much greater?" Samit signaled to the bowl Wang Lang had eaten.

"The Dragon King has lived a comfortable life for too long, and he has no basic awareness of prevention. He won't check it before eating." Samit lowered his head and ate.

Wang Lang rubbed his stomach and did not find any discomfort. Instead, he just finished eating the cold skin and felt happy and pleasant.

"The heir of the L family is gone, it's done by the Dragon King." Samit looked up at Wang Lang, with oil stains on his chin. Samit pulled a piece of paper and wiped his chin?

"Why do everyone feel that I did it?" Wang Lang asked back.

"Because only you dare to do this kind of thing, others have the heart but not the courage." Summit shrugged.

"I think you are praising me." Wang Lang looked outside the window, there were crowds of people, and there were still many people, and it was noon soon, and there were more people.

Summit also looked outside, "The crowded places are very lively, and I still like to be quiet."

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "It's all my business."

"Dragon King, you said, if you were caught, how much will the L family give us?" Summit suddenly smiled.

"With your Shiva's urine nature, don't let go if you don't have a hundred or eight billion."

"Hundred and eighty billion, it sounds very good."

A small hole was exposed at the bottom of the bag, and a light and shadow flashed away. Wang Lang raised his hand casually, holding a black card in his palm. His palm pressed down, forming an inclination, and a bullet bounced on the ground disappeared into the corner.

There were people coming and going in the store, and the noise overwhelmed everything, but who knew that there was a life-threatening danger hidden in this noise.

Summit shrugged, "Dragon King, I have installed a bomb in this mall. If you follow me honestly, I can choose to let everyone here go. If you don't follow me, I have said that I like purity."

"Are you threatening me?" Wang Lang collected the black card and played with the drink can in his hand.

"It's not a threat, it's just a multiple-choice question, the freedom of the Dragon King, and the life of a shopping mall." Summit had finished eating, wiped his mouth with one hand, staring at Wang Lang's expression, and Summit smiled slightly.

"I know the Dragon King's thoughts, but you should also know that in addition to me, there is also a golden knife in the mall. If I die, people from the entire mall will accompany me. There are at least a few thousand people. When the ancient emperors died, there would be many people to be buried with me. It turns out that I can do it too." Samit smiled very gentlemanly.

"Stay him up, let's look for the bomb." Ye Jian's voice came from his ears.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "I'll choose c."

Summit put his hands gently on his leather bag and smiled at Wang Lang, "The Dragon King is as humorous as ever, but there is no c in this question. You only have five minutes to choose. After half an hour, the bomb will explode by itself. If you choose to follow us within half an hour, another golden knife will remove the bomb."

The waiter came over to collect the money, Summit pointed at Wang Lang, "This is my friend, he treats me."

Wang Lang smiled and paid for it.

"As long, I'll go with you." Wang Lang stared into Summit's eyes.

Summit handed over a small box as big as a ring box, "You should know how to do it."

Wang Lang opened the small box and contained a scarlet pill. This thing was called Shiva's tears. It was a slight golden knife organization that Shiva had to take an antidote every three days in order to control her subordinates. Otherwise, her whole body would ulcerate and die.

Staring at the pills, Wang Lang smiled and asked the waiter to order another roujiamo. After eating the roujiamo, Wang Lang twisted the pills and stuffed them into his mouth. He moved his mouth and swallowed it.

"The Dragon King is just brave." Samit stood up, carrying a leather bag in his hand.

"Let's go Dragon King." Sammit signaled.

Wang Lang followed, "I want to watch you remove the bomb with my own eyes."

"Don't the Dragon King believe me?"

"Why do you make me believe you?"

"But you all ate Shiva's tears." Summit smiled.

"Eating Shiva's tears will not prevent me from killing you now."

Summit smiled gentlemanly, turned around and pointed at a place, and found several decoration workers turning on the folding ladder to change a headlight on the ceiling, and then carried it away.

"Let's go, Dragon King, now we should be considered a camp, and we will capture our common goals."

A scream suddenly came from the second floor. Wang Lang turned around and looked at it. The crowded people were like waves. The person behind stretched his neck and looked forward.

A naughty child upstairs opened a medical box and saw a person inside.
Chapter completed!
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