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The world is very big, and every place has the most powerful existence.

Just like in Asia, the Dragon Emperor of the Chinese God of War and the Chinese Doctor Fu Jingyu are recognized as the two most powerful men in Asia.

And in Africa, the most powerful man is not African.

But Chinese!

He is the kind who doesn't look amazing, without a tall figure or a handsome face.

The name is also very ordinary.

Zhong Yi!

Two simple words, the kind that will not attract others' attention even if they are placed in a crowd.

But such a man has a frightening reputation on the African continent.

tyrant!

The Great Emperor of Poison Fang!

The most terrifying mercenary organization king on the continent.

All over the world, I participated in the How Long War, and I am a retired special combat king with an outrageous ability to fight alone.

He is the most powerful man in Africa!

Although it is not amazing, it has an aura that cannot be ignored while walking.

That was naturally formed by long-term success.

However, just like such awesome man, there was a look of fear on his face that was deeply rooted in his bones.

No one knew that such a fierce man did not become his mercenary emperor on the African continent, but came to the distant European continent.

He came to this continent just to see someone.

A person who even a fierce person like him should be treated respectfully.

Lord Earl!

If he came to see the Count on a normal basis, he would not have to feel any psychological burden at all. However, after hearing from the butler, the Count was in a bad mood, so it would be better to be careful.

After passing through the corridor, he finally stopped.

The butler who was walking in front bent over politely and respectfully to him, and then gently pushed open the door.

The heavy door was pushed open, and suddenly, a deafening music sound came out.

Then, the tyrant saw the scene inside.

Still the familiar luxury room.

A set of extremely luxurious sounds was releasing the roar and roaring to the fullest, and a little old man in a tuxedo danced like a snoring wind.

The old man is very short. If you want to use a very vicious word to describe his height, it is a dwarf.

However, both the tyrant and the butler believed that in this world, no one dared to say these two words to the earl.

Because the price paid will be life.

They all believe and have no doubts!

This time the housekeeper did not go in, but whispered to the tyrant: "Please come in, the Count has been waiting for a long time!"

Hearing this, the tyrant took a deep breath and walked in.

After he entered, the butler gently closed the door.

The tyrant did not disturb the fun of the Count's dancing, but instead found a place to sit down and enjoyed the dance without any beauty.

He knew that no one could disturb the Count while listening to music and dancing.

The little old man seemed to have not seen the tyrant come in, and was still having fun on his own.

It took a long time.

The music finally stopped.

The little old man's sucking body finally calmed down.

He finally looked at the tyrant, smiled and said, "Mr. Tyrant, we have not seen each other for a long time, you are still so handsome as always!"

"Compared with the Earl, Zhong Yi is just a weed on the roadside, which is inconspicuous!" The tyrant opened his mouth and showed a honest smile. Compared with his killing character without blinking, it was simply incredible.

The little old man smiled and was very helpful for this flattery.

He walked over slowly, picked up two wine glasses on the coffee table, picked up a bottle of blood-like spirits, and poured two glasses.

Gladiator's Blood!

One of the most powerful wines in the world.

It is also the favorite of the old man in his life.

He picked up a cup and handed it to the tyrant.

The tyrant took the face solemnly, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, took a deep breath, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face.

Then he poured all the wine into his mouth.

An unspeakable sensation exploded in his mouth, and then burned the internal organs in his body down his throat.

Even the tyrant who was used to drinking all kinds of famous wines could not help but flushed at this moment, the blue veins on his neck were bulging, his fists were even tighter, and his body was shaking slightly.

It's like pain, but it's like enjoyment.

After a while, he let out a long breath and praised: "This glass of wine alone makes me feel worthwhile to this trip. Thank you very much for your good wine!"

Hearing this, the old man waved his hand gently and said, "Originally, I didn't want to call you here, but there is something I want to solve once and for all. I can't think of anyone else except you!"

The tyrant immediately said with surprise: "The strength of the Killing Emperor is not worse than mine, why not look for her?"

The old man slammed his mouth and did not answer his question. Instead, he asked: "How long have you been dealing with the Dragon Emperor of the Chinese War God and the Chinese Medicine God Fu Jingyu?"

As soon as these two names came out, the tyrant's face changed slightly.

He thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "It's been more than ten years!"

As he said that, he didn't know what he thought of, his face changed again, and he said uglyly: "Master Earl wouldn't want me to deal with those two people, right?"

For the Chinese God of War and the Chinese God of Medicine, this African mercenary emperor tyrant is kept away from it.

Because even if he is as strong as him, once he set foot on the land of China, without any support from the rear, he feels that he has no possibility of leaving alive.

That was a real top expert in the world. The two of them joined forces and were even more terrifying.

It is precisely this reason that over the years, few world-class masters have dared to set foot on the land of China, for fear of angering the two guardian gods of China.

The last time he took over the task of a wealthy family in China, he sent two elite subordinates to China for assassination mission, but the mission failed to be completed, but instead ended in China, which made the tyrant feel distressed for a long time.

After all, it is too difficult to cultivate an obedient and capable subordinate these days.

What made him most angry was that he lost a small team in the Philippines not long ago.

The same confrontation with the Chinese soldiers ended up in the final destruction of the group.

But there was no way. The last time it was to serve the Count, so he could only swallow the loss of this mute!

Judging from these, China now has many strong people, and its combat power is extremely terrifying!

If possible, he would not want to deal with those guys from China at all!

They are all crazy people who are desperate!

Now the count suddenly talked about the Dragon Emperor of China and Fu Jingyu, no wonder the tyrant was surprised.

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