Urban God Class Appraisal

Chapter 308 Angry
There are different types of madness, some people are true madness, have the capital of madness, and have the capital of madness, while some people are fake madness, without the capital of madness, but suffer from madness.

"Boy, I'll be here in 10 minutes. If you're sensible, get out before I arrive. Otherwise, I'll chop off your head and use it as a chamber pot."

As soon as the arrogant words from the phone came out, Wang Tanzhi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Your suggestion is good. If you can chop off your own head and use it as a chamber pot, I will let you go."

Boom, Li Jiapeng on the other end of the phone was furious. When has he ever been insulted like this?He is the top ranking, the top ranking, unless he is a strong person of the same level, who would dare to talk to him like this?
"It's the other way around, looking for death, this idiot is looking for death."

"Hurry up, drive faster, I want to tear up that kid to vent my hatred."

When Li Jiapeng was furious, Wang Tanzhi was very calm. In his eyes, Li Jiapeng was just a piece of trash. To put it bluntly, he had no right to kneel in front of him.

who is he? At the age of 20, he has already surpassed the majestic existence of the master. Only the master of Tianbang is able to speak in front of him.

Even Grandmaster Tianbang had to kneel down when talking to him, but it was Sanshengxiu's blessing that the owner of a mere small club could talk to him.

"Boss, me, can I leave?"

The manager of Somali knelt in front of Wang Tanzhi and whispered, he was afraid, the big boss Li Jiapeng came to kill him, if the big boss wins, he just surrendered and still have good fruit to eat?With the big boss's temper, he might be able to sink his whole family tonight.

And if this kid wins, his fate may not be much better, after all, this kid is a desperate lunatic.

And he didn't think in his heart that the big boss would lose, the top ranking is strong, but the big boss has a gun team under his command, this is not his kind of grass-roots team with small-caliber pistols.

The big boss Li Jiapeng's gun team was hired from the mercenaries in Nanyang. They are strong, and the guys in their hands are also strong.

With this kind of weapon, he believed that even the ground list would definitely not be able to stop it.

So the manager of Somalia wanted to leave here, but just as the side opened, Wang Tanzhi stretched out his hand and grabbed him by the neck.

"Leave? Where do you want to go?"

"You, didn't you say that you can let me go after the club is transferred to you?" the Somalia manager said with a bitter face.

Wang Tanzhi smiled, "Of course, you have to trust my reputation."

"However, there may be a little deviation in your understanding."

"What do you mean?" The manager of Somalia had a bad premonition. After seeing Wang Tanzhi approaching a wall as if no one was there, reaching out to break a hole in the paper-like wall and walking in, his face was even more as if eating. Ugly as shit.

"How did he know?"

"It was discovered, suffered, suffered."

As Wang Tanzhi walked in, and as the familiar smell appeared in front of him, the Somali manager's face became more and more ugly, until he shed tears of despair.

When the specimen-like corpses and the butchers working like machines came into view, the Somali manager knew that he was dead.

This lunatic will never let him go.

"who are you?"

"catch him."

"Manager? How did you get in here?"

"Who is this man?"

The butchers who were skillfully cutting were stunned for a moment, then looked at the Somali manager, and some of them mechanically cut again after being stunned for a while.

Until, this person exploded like a firecracker.

After the internal organs were mixed with blood and spilled all over the ground, these mechanical butchers stopped in fear.

"Ah, ah, ah, you, what are you doing?"

"Manager, you, who did you bring?"

"Don't kill me, it has nothing to do with me, I was forced."

In a place like a large slaughterhouse, more than a dozen butchers ran around like crazy, and some people knelt down. They didn't understand what happened just now.

But it was definitely done by the young man next to the manager, because the man had just given birth to a finger, and with just one finger, the person being pointed exploded like a firecracker.

The people running around in panic exploded one after another, until the butchers found that kneeling on the ground would not kill them, they knelt down one after another, and by this time there were less than ten people left.

Wang Tan kicked the manager of Somalia to the ground, and said, "This man is disgusting, I want to teach him a lesson, do you know what to do?"

The remaining butchers froze for a moment, and then looked at the Somali manager, and after they figured it out, their faces changed when they looked at the Somali manager.

Then the butchers walked up to the Somali manager amidst the horrified screams of the Somali manager.

The already strong smell of blood seemed to be a little more serious, Wang Tanzhi changed his face at this time, and said with an ugly face, "You actually did such a bloody and cruel thing in front of my face."

"Do you still have a little conscience in your heart?"

"Are you still human?"

"No, you are no longer humans but beasts, you are not even as good as beasts."

Wang Tanzhi backed away with an ugly expression on his face, and grabbed the shocked Zheng Yan. Not long after leaving the club, a sudden accident caused a poison gas leak in the Somali club. Fortunately, Wang Tanzhi who happened to be passing by stopped it in time. Let the poison gas coming out of nowhere come out of the club.

"How do you know?" Zheng Yan asked Wang Tanzhi.

"Know what?" Wang Tanzhi looked at Zheng Yan inexplicably, "I don't know anything, so don't talk nonsense."

"Also, little beauty, you can go now. I still have some things to deal with. I'm afraid it's not suitable for you to see."

Zheng Yan glanced at several BMWs parked by the side of the road, and after a moment of silence, said to Wang Tanzhi, "Then take care."

"Hope you're okay."

"Hey, how can I have something to do?" Wang Tanzhi said, "Let's go."

The people on the street had already been emptied out. A dozen or so people came down from the BMWs, and they all held long guns. These people had obviously inquired about it long ago, and pointed their guns at Wang Tanzhi and Wang Tanzhi when they came out. Zheng Yan.

And the only middle-aged man in a leather jacket who didn't hold a gun said with a sneer, "Go? You think you can go without my consent?"

This person is Li Jiapeng, the behind-the-scenes boss of the Somali club.

(End of this chapter)