Urban Giants God of War

"What do you mean by that?"

The old melon seller obviously meant something, Duan Long immediately became vigilant.

"What do you mean? Hey!"

The old melon seller sneered twice, and suddenly said, "Duan Long, you don't really think I don't know you, do you?"

The Dragon King was shocked, this old man could actually call out his name, obviously this is not an ordinary melon seller!
"Who are you?" Dragon King asked.

At this time, the old melon seller took off the straw hat he was wearing on his head, and rubbed his hands randomly on his face a few times. It turned out that the wrinkles in the ravines and ravines instantly smoothed out a lot, and the old melon seller looked younger at least. 20 years old.

"It's you!"

The Dragon King quickly took a step back, because he recognized that this old man was the strongest expert beside Hong Abao, Steward Zhou.

Butler Zhou sneered: "Hehe, it's been ten years, I didn't expect it, Dragon King, we meet again!"

The Dragon King smiled bitterly: "I thought we would meet again, but I didn't expect to meet in today's situation."

"Compared to this, you would never have imagined that you would be defeated by an unknown kid." Zhou Butler said jokingly.

After hearing these words, the Dragon King's face was full of gloom, because these words were like adding salt to his wounds, and they were still fresh wounds.

"You don't have to make sarcastic remarks. I'm no match for him, and Hong Abao is even worse." The Dragon King was still trying to save himself some face.

Regarding this, Steward Zhou was noncommittal. Lin Hao's strength was indeed beyond his imagination. As for how Hong Abao would choose, whether to be an enemy or a friend, he could not control it.

"To be honest, I was also very surprised. I didn't expect you to lose, and you lost so badly. I said I pity you, and I really mean it." Zhou Butler said lightly.

Why does this person not open which pot and lift which pot, the Dragon King was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"Despicable, shameless, lowly!"

The Dragon King's eyes burst into flames.

He knew that he had fallen into the trap that Hong Abao fell into, but he had no choice but to avenge his third brother's revenge, so he had to fall into this trap.

"You can scold as you like. After today, you won't be able to scold even if you want to. I'm here to see you on your way."

Steward Zhou stated his purpose.

"You surnamed Zhou, don't be too arrogant. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if I am seriously injured, you may not be my opponent!"

Dragon King threatened.

The fact is true, even though the Dragon King has lost an arm and his physical strength has not fully recovered, but if he fights to the death, Steward Zhou may not be able to kill him.

Butler Zhou is also very aware of this, so he said: "Of course I know your strength, and it is precisely because I know your strength, so... I said, you ate something you shouldn't eat."

The Dragon King suddenly realized, and shouted: "Is there poison in the watermelon?"

Steward Zhou didn't need to answer this question at all, because the Dragon King's body had already started to limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Now he can't lift up any strength, even if he wants to fight Steward Zhou, he is powerless.

"It's really despicable! Zhou, I have always admired you, I never thought you would use such a dirty trick!"

The Dragon King shouted with a ferocious face.

"Soldiers never tire of cheating, Duan Long, don't forget that we are here to hang out, you are not going to tell me about being fair and aboveboard, are you?"

Butler Zhou sneered, "Isn't it what people like us should do to achieve our goals by whatever means?"

The Dragon King panicked, he really panicked.

Even when facing Lin Hao, he had never been so flustered.

Because at that time he had the hole cards and could escape, but now, he has nothing, just a piece of fat on the cutting board, waiting for someone to cut it.

"Accept fate, Duan Long, come out and run, sooner or later you have to pay back, when you kill others, you should think that one day you will be killed too!"

Butler Zhou said calmly.

"I don't agree!"

The Dragon King waited for Steward Zhou, "You let Hong Abao come to see me, I don't believe he dares to kill me!"

Steward Zhou didn't speak, but a voice sounded from behind the Dragon King, "I've been behind you for a long time, but you haven't noticed it all this time, Duan Long, to be honest, you let me down very much."

As soon as the Dragon King turned his head, he saw Hong Abao standing behind him with a smile.

As for when Hong Abao came, he didn't realize it at all.

"Damn it, poison me with poison, of course I can't find out, if you have the guts, give me some time, wait for me to recover, and see if I don't pinch your dog's head!"

The Dragon King cursed loudly.

Hong Abao sneered: "Duan Long, that's not enough. You are a self-proclaimed king anyway. Why do you start talking nonsense when you are about to die? Why do you ask me to give you a chance? Why should I give you a chance?" Opportunity? If it were you, would you give me time?"

The answer is obvious, even a three-year-old child knows what Duan Long will do.

It's just that when a person is driven to a dead end, he will inevitably have some extreme thoughts, and Duan Long's thoughts are so extreme that they are a little naive, or idiot.

"No, you can't kill me!"

Duan Long shook his head, looking harshly at Shudou, "Hong Abao, if you kill me, aren't you afraid that my boss will retaliate? I think you should know that your boss is besieged on all sides now, and he doesn't dare to offend you just to defend you." my boss."

Hong Abao smiled: "Duan Long, I'm getting old, and my vision has become short-sighted. I only know that killing you will make me happy, so you must die!"

"You can't...poof..."

In the middle of Duan Long's words, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was a dagger on his chest.

It was Butler Zhou, behind him, a sword pierced through his heart.

A generation of heroes, the Dragon King of Jiangbei, just fell.

He didn't close his eyes until he died.

Hong Abao stared blankly at Duan Long, speechless for a long time, as if he was looking at himself.

"Maybe it's the fate of people like us to die without peace."

Hong Abao murmured, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to Duan Long or Steward Zhou.

"Thank you, Lao Zhou."

This time, Hong Abao raised his head, and these words must have been addressed to Steward Zhou.

Very rarely, a smile appeared on the face of Butler Zhou: "Is it hard? No, I am the same as you, I am very happy."

"Let's go, this matter is over, you don't owe me anything anymore." Hong Abao said.

Butler Zhou shook his head: "Leave? No, I've been here for decades and I'm used to the climate here. I don't want to leave."

Maybe it's not just the climate, but also the people who are used to it, but obviously, such sensational words would not be uttered from the mouth of a cold-blooded killer.

"Do you know what you will face if you don't leave?" Hong Abao asked with raised eyebrows.

Steward Zhou said lightly, "It's because I know that, that's why I don't leave."

Hong Abao patted Butler Zhou on the shoulder, but said nothing, and everything was kept silent.