Tank was stunned. He knew that in order to win the Green Wa project, Chen Qiye planned to unify the underground forces in the East China Sea and Wuhua in order to win the Qingwa project. Who would have thought that the people from the South Gate would misunderstand him?

But the tank is even more unlikely to betray Chen Qiye, nodding and responding: "So what if I am that."

"Mr. Zhan Shen, you are staying well in the East China Sea. Why do you have time to come to our south to play today? Or I want to call you a few girls." The leading strong man didn't even look at Chen Qiye, but when he looked at the tank, he looked alert.

Whether it is body shape or prior information, it points to the tank as the God of War in the East China Sea. As Ye Nantian's right-hand man, he must guard the first gate for him.

Tank said impatiently: "I need to explain to you what I have to do. If you don't want to die, get out of here."

The strong man in the lead was stunned. The tank was about to cause trouble for Ye Nantian, but there were only two people on the other side. Nanmen Tiangong was his nest. Even if he knew that the famous East China Sea God was standing opposite him, what was he afraid of?

"Mr. War God, I'm not afraid to tell you that we, Boss Ye, knew you were coming tonight. If you don't want to die, hurry up and leave through the back door, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." The strong man said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of men in black appeared from all corners of the Nanmen Heavenly Palace, each carrying steel bars and water pipes in his hands, looking like they wanted you to look good.

As long as Chen Qiye and the tank walk through the back door, it means they surrender. In today's society, harmony makes money, who will not be able to get along with money?

If Chen Qiye and the tank were really killed, even if they were two lives, the price would not be small.

But how could the tank be fooled by this small scene?

"A bunch of trash, let me die." The tank roared, and even the crystal chandelier above his head shook.

He didn't forget to look back at Chen Qiye. Seeing that he had no objection, he took out a Mitsubishi thorn with his backhand and rushed forward.

"As it is, I'll give it to me." The strong man waved his hand, and dozens of big men in black rushed towards the tank with their weapons.

These dozens of great men are all carefully selected by the South Gate. They usually compete with one against three. If they were ordinary people, they would have been stamped into meat paste in less than a minute.

After all, the tank was a man who had been on the battlefield. He first dodged left and right, avoided the opponent's first wave of shock, and then took the opportunity to knock down one. The sound of flesh and iron intersecting hissings suddenly rang throughout the hall.

Ten minutes passed, and more than twenty of the thirty men were knocked down by the tank alone. The remaining ones fled without fighting. The strong man in the lead also wanted to run, but the speed of the tank was obviously one step faster than him, and he grabbed his collar.

"You still want to run." Tank smiled coldly.

"God of War, don't think you are invincible. If you dare to stab me, try to. I am Boss Ye's confidant. If you dare to stab me..." said the strong man in fear. He used to stab people a lot, but today it was his turn to be stabbed, and he couldn't stop slapping his body.

But before he could finish his threatening words, the tank stabbed to the end, and with a squirting sound, the strong man knelt on the ground.

"How dare you kill me? You must be not as simple as the God of War in the East China Sea. Who are you..." Aman looked at Tank with a reluctance and said, then his pupils gradually dissipated and he completely lost his breath within a minute.

He couldn't believe it until he died. Tanks dared to kill him. It was a huge thing to die these days. Moreover, he hadn't killed him just now. The more than 20 men who fell to the ground had just lost their combat power, but they just came to him. The tanks were in the end and they messed up all his.

"Go upstairs." Chen Qiye said, strode towards the stairs, the tank shook the Mitsubishi thorn, and immediately followed.

But as soon as we arrived at the stairs, a group of naked men stopped the two of them, and they were carrying one-meter-5-meter-long oriental swords with dragon-patterned and tiger-patterned faces, with indescribable ferocious expressions.

"Death Soldier!" The tank's face changed slightly.

At their level, they have already known some secrets that are unknown to others. Dead men have been there since ancient times. They are cruel and ruthless, regardless of cost, and for money, they can even take their own lives, and do bad things for the rich.

Every dead soldier is a substitute for a rich man, but Ye Nantian actually had a group of dead soldiers, and the tanks were shocked.

"Can it work?" Chen Qiye looked at the tank and estimated his physical strength.

"Yes." Tank nodded.

But judging from his tense face, he was extremely nervous. These are not the thugs downstairs. The difference between them and the real killers is only the IQ and means, but in terms of courage, these dead kids are even more powerful than the real killers.

"Kill!" The leading deceased soldier roared and rushed over immediately. More than a dozen deceased soldiers behind him also swooped over.

The sound of killing and shouting suddenly filled the entire corridor, and a breath of death suddenly rushed towards him.

But the more this happens, the more excited the tank is. The soldiers are born to bleed. The dozen dead soldiers on the opposite side are covered with blood, and many of them are still killed. He gets excited for no reason.

"Come on, bastards, you Grandpa Li is here, kill!!!" The tank roared, and stabbed the leading deceased soldier in the first place. He poked and pulled, proclaiming that something had landed on the ground, but the deceased soldier just frowned. He knew that he could not survive, so he simply hugged the tank and rolled to the first floor, preparing to die with him.

The second person jumped off the second floor.

,The third, the fourth, and more than a dozen dead soldiers all jumped off the second floor, waved the one-meter-5-meter-long Oriental Sword, and slashed at the black shadow without even looking at it.

At this time, the tanks and their leaders were hugging each other, but they didn't even look at them. They raised their hands and fell. In less than a minute, they swung as many as 100 swords, and even the marble slabs were chopped down in a row.

The tank hugged the leader of the dead soldier and even rolled all the way. Their boss was cut into a hornet's nest, and the tank also got several shots on the back, but fortunately, it was not injured.

"Damn it, I'm fighting with you." The tank roared, and his bloodiness was also aroused at this moment.

He picked up the knife dropped by the leader in one hand, and held the Mitsubishi thorn in the other hand, and rushed directly to the group of dead soldiers.

"Kill!" A group of dead soldiers rushed over.

Crackling!

It's a mess!

The collision between the sword directly emitted sparks of sparks, like fireworks. After more than ten minutes, the tank was the only person standing.

"Lord, how long has it been?" Tank hurriedly ran up the second floor and looked at Chen Qiye and asked.

"Half an hour." Chen Qiye smiled faintly.

"Damn it, I've been hyped up all the awesomeness. I must get the head of Ye Nantian, the bastard within an hour."

After saying that, the tank simply bandaged the wound and rushed to the third floor immediately. Chen Qiye was so amused and crying. This silly man is good at everything, but he just likes to show off too much, so he just lets him go.

However, when the tank ran to the second floor and half, Chen Qiye's hair was standing upside down.

"Tank, run!" Chen Qiye's blood flowed backwards, as if facing a great enemy.

He suddenly felt a terrible aura shrouding the tank. This was definitely not a hot weapon or a sniper, but a master.

But Chen Qiye's reminder was still too late. When the tank received the reminder, a black shadow flew out like lightning and hit his lower abdomen with a punch. The tank's eyes first raised, and then his mouth and nose were bleeding. The next second, the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string.
Chapter completed!