Since there are B-level experts here, it means that someone must be on the dark web.

Zhou Wen's own mobile phone has long been broken, and now he needs to log in to the dark web to see the latest situation.

Hearing Zhou Wen's words, the strong men laughed.

A strong man in the lead took out a smartphone from his pocket and jokingly said, "My phone can be used for you, but you have to kneel on the ground and crawl through my crotch."

After the words came to laugh.

"Joss, I didn't expect you to be interested in men too!"

"Jump quickly!"

"This yellow-skinned monkey, if you get me, I will give you my phone directly!"

The strong men around mocked each other.

"Give me your phone." Zhou Wen said slowly to the man named Qiao Si.

Qiao Si smiled and drank a large cup of wine in one gulp.

He held the phone in his right hand and pointed to the bottom.

"Crawl through and I'll use it for you right away."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled sound rang out. Qiao Si suddenly covered his stomach, his face turned into a pig's liver color, and the pain of tears and nose fell down.

The whole bar suddenly became quiet.

In this quiet, Zhou Wen stretched out his hand and took the cell phone in Qiao Si's hand.

He grabbed one of Jos' fingers and pressed it on the screen to unlock the fingerprint.

During the whole process, Jos couldn't say a word that hurt.

Just now, Zhou Wen punched him in the belly.

Just one punch made this strong man with more than 100 kilograms fall into his nest.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I'm going to kill it!"

After a while, Jos finally recovered.

He punched Zhou Wen.

Bang!

Zhou Wen held the phone in his left hand, tweaked his fingers on it, and subconsciously raised his right hand and grabbed Qiao Si's fist in his hand.

He didn't raise his head.

When Zhou Wen's hand was grabbed, Qiao Si grinned in pain and couldn't say a word.

"Let go... let go... me."

Qiao Si forced these words out of his teeth.

However, Zhou Wen ignored it at all.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

In the bar, everyone gathered up.

"If you don't want to die, it's better not to come here first." Zhou Wen said lightly.

When everyone heard this, they resisted the urge to rush up.

It was really this Chinese, which surprised them so much.

Zhou Wen was a little bit in front of Qiao Si, but in this way, Qiao Si had no ability to resist.

"What the hell is this Chinese doing?"

"So amazing, why don't you even have a mobile phone?"

"You guys go and call Karen!"

Someone whispered.

Karen is the owner of this bar and is also a local local snake.

In the entire city of Izcuk, Karen can be said to be the boss. Even those powerful industrial groups want to sell Karen a little face here.

It seems to be because of Karen's deep hidden background.

Someone went into the back of the bar and went to find the boss.

Some people who were unwilling to cause trouble stopped drinking and left the bar.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Zhou Wen grabbed Qiao Si with one hand and played with his cell phone with the other.

After some operation, Zhou Wen entered the dark web.

When he saw the news on the dark web, flames were almost spurted out from his eyes.

"The Temple of Dead!"

Zhou Wen gritted his teeth.

He has no grudges with the Dead Hall.

At first it was just because he refused Oleg's recruitment, and the Temple of Dead was about to be killed.

If it were put before, Zhou Wen might have died in the hands of the Dead Temple.

For the death

Flowers and the Dead Hall set up a plan to bury all the powerful men of the dark world in the frozen valley.

Although I don’t know how the Deadly Temple made this decision in the end, there is no doubt that the missile was fired by the Deadly Temple.

"I didn't expect that it would be a month in the blink of an eye." Zhou Wen sneered in his heart.

He let go of Jos' hand and handed the phone over.

Qiao Si took the phone and saw the web page that Zhou Wen had just browsed.

Dark Web.

"So you are caring about Superman, too. You are just Chinese, and Superman is also Chinese." Qiao Si sarcastically.

"But Superman is dead, he can't die anymore!"

Zhou Wen did not respond, but looked at the people in the bar.

Now there are only a few strong men left in the bar except for the waiters.

These strong men are all B-level experts.

"Who do you know where the Dead Hall is?" Zhou Wen asked.

"Who is looking for the Dead Temple?"

Along with the sound, a man with a dark face walked over from behind.

The man has a hooked nose, sharp face, and wears a felt hat.

"Mr. Karen!"

"Hello Mr. Karen!"

When they saw this man, the people around them stood up and said respectfully.

"Chinese, Mr. Karen is the owner of the bar and the person who knows the most in Izcuk City. If you want to know the location of the Dead Hall, you must be right to find him!"

"But you have to be careful. If the question you ask is unhappy Mr. Karen, you will have only one fate, and that is death!"

"The Necropolis is the number one force in the Far East. What did he do when he looks for the Necropolis?"

Everyone started to talk.

Karen walked to Zhou Wen and was arrogant.

"Chinese, are you looking for the Dead Hall?" Karen condescended.

"Do you know?" Zhou Wen asked.

"Of course I know, there is nothing I don't know!" Karen sarcastically.

Zhou Wen smiled lightly and said, "Do you know how Superman died?"

Upon hearing this, Karen looked up and down at Zhou Wen and joked: "Did you avenge Superman?"

Zhou Wen nodded.

Karen sneered: "Imagination that the Lord of the Death Temple, the Lord of the Death Temple, is the tenth-ranked master of the Heavenly List. There are only a handful of people in the whole of China who are qualified to fight against him!"

"And what do you mean?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Wen grabbed Karen's neck.
To be continued...