"What?"

Sun Anan, who was not very familiar, didn't understand what Su Mo meant, but the person who was asking just now became alert, raised his gun and pointed it at Su Mo who was close at hand, and said sternly: "Get back!"

Su Mo did not stop at all in the steps, and he didn't even look at the man.

Lance next to him moved his body and almost turned into a afterimage, and instantly appeared behind the man. He raised his right hand and stabbed directly at the man's neck. The howling sound of breaking through the air came. Although Lance did not hold his weapon, this was enough to make the man's head and head separate.

"No need to kill anyone."

Su Mo said.

Lance nodded slightly, turned the "hand stab" into a "hand knife", and gently cut it on the person's neck. Before the man could react, he fell to the ground in a flash.

The whole process took less than a few seconds from Su Mo's opening to this place.

Before the soldiers holding guns could understand what was going on, they saw their commanders fall down and raised their guns in surprise and walked towards Su Mo.

Su Mo raised his right hand, his five fingers suddenly opened, and the thin lines turned into concentric chains instantly filled the entire aisle. With the sound of crisp metal falling to the ground, these people found that the guns in their hands and waists turned into pieces of scrap iron when they didn't know it at all.

Lance was already wearing black clothes, stepping on the ground of the aisle without making any sound. He was like a strange shadow "floating" in the aisle at an extremely fast speed, passing by those people.

Whenever Lance passed by a person, he would make a sound of his body hitting the ground.

Half a minute later, more than twenty live ammunition combatants on the aisle were all lying on the ground, unable to launch any effective attack from beginning to end... There was no way to even issue warnings or notifications.

Sun Anan widened his mouth and eyes, turned his neck very stiffly, and looked at Su Mo next to him: "You...you..."

"Don't be nervous." Su Mo smiled gently, "I am actually a member of the Secret Service." As he said that, he took out the ID of the Secret Service consultant and shook it in front of Sun An'an.

"Secret Service?" Sun Anan was stunned.

Su Mo walked towards the door of the room at the end of the aisle and said casually: "Well, I'll take over the Elite Club, and by the way, kill a chicken, the time is almost over."

"Hey, hey!" Sun Anan was about to catch up with Su Mo, but Lance shook and blocked the two of them.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Sun Anan glared at Lance, and she found that she had led the wolf into the house. However, the Secret Service's ID did not seem to be forged. What happened?

Sun Anan felt a headache.

"I don't know." Lance shook his head very honestly. He did not know what Su Mo was doing here, but since it was the order of Lord Dominator, he naturally obeyed unconditionally.

“…”

Sun Anan felt that he had made a huge mistake.

Su Mo had already walked to the door at the end of the walkway, stretched out his hand, and directly pushed open the thick wooden door.

With a slightly dull sound, the door was opened.

"I didn't say that without our permission, no one is allowed to disturb you!"

Halfway through the door, a sound came from the room, with a little hoarseness, but very calm, with a momentum without anger.

Su Mo could hear that this voice belonged to Guan Qianjun.

The interior of this room is very ordinary, and it looks like the structure of a conference room. There is an oval table in the middle, not big, and there are five people sitting respectively. The oldest is a middle-aged man with slightly white temples. He has a strange silver mask on his face, which looks quite non-mainstream. Even if he sits, he can see his tall figure - it seems to be too tall, with a bulging underneath the black clothes, which looks a bit strange.

But those who are familiar with him know that they must not underestimate this man's non-mainstream silver mask.

Because this person is Guan Qianjun, the founder of the Elite Society.

In addition to Guan Qianjun, the other four people are all young people, three men and one woman. The oldest is only about thirty years old. They all vaguely exuded a temperament called "pride". The eyes of Guan Qianjun looked at Guan Qianjun without any fear.

The four people have a sense of competing with Guan Qianjun, but they also need to unite. Anyone who pulls out a person, Guan Qianjun's temperament that is not angry, has a high position for a long time and has a military career can also suppress these young people who have just grown up.

When Guan Qianjun heard the sound of opening the door, he had reason to get angry.

Because he had ordered that no one would be allowed to disturb them.

Since he was slapped by the King of Dark Night that day, Guan Qianjun became sensitive. He was extremely careful about such small things, and his slightly impolite behavior would be infinitely magnified by him.

Many people suffer a lot because of a little trick. If it were put in ancient times, Guan Qianjun was a moody tyrant, the kind who often killed people.

Now, the tyrant was angry again. Although it was not angry, the sudden vicious look made the four young people next to him frown.

"disturb?"

Su Mo completely pushed open the door, walked into the room, glanced casually, and his eyes finally fell on Guan Qianjun, "Do you think I'm here to disturb you?"

The moment Guan Qianjun saw Su Mo, he suddenly stood up. The chair behind him fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound, echoing in the conference room.

He pinched his hands into fists, pressed them on the table, leaned forward, stared at Su Mo, and squeezed out two words from his teeth word by word: "Yes, you?"

Su Mo did not answer, but the others looked at each other and saw the shock and doubt in their eyes.

As the "leadership" of the fastest rising and even the most powerful psychic institution in the world, these four people are not unfamiliar with the name "Dark Night King" - at least they have heard of it and read some of Su Mo's information.

The young man in the conference room that suddenly appeared in front of him looked exactly the same as the Dark Night King who was extremely valued and even feared.

If there is not a psychic who can change the appearance of others to enjoy them, then this is the Dark Night King who has lived for hundreds of years in the legend?

Coupled with Guan Qianjun's sudden and extremely strange reaction, this person's identity is absolutely impossible.

"King of the Dark Night?"

"That Su Mo?"

"You really have the legendary one?"

Except for that woman, the other three people also stood up, looking at Su Mo with inexplicable light flashing in their eyes.

Although they knew that Su Mo was currently an advisor to the Secret Service. But he broke into the conference room so carelessly, and it was impossible for him to say hello to you. Such obvious and unconcealed provocation caused this group of young people to instantly ignite a raging war.

Su Mo ignored the group of people and looked at Guan Qianjun. After a moment, he finally realized it and said, "No wonder I always feel that something is missing. Wearing a mask to cover the wound, you are really interesting. Are you playing the Phantom of the Opera?"

With his words, Guan Qianjun's face, which was already extremely gloomy, became a little darker.

The half of his face he was wearing was wrapped in a silver mask, not to pretend, but to cover up something.

"I'll take it off for you." Su Mo continued, raising his hand.

Guan Qianjun's eyes suddenly widened and his body immediately retreated toward the back. Unfortunately, he was still one step late. His cheeks cooled down. With a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, half of his face that had been covered a few months ago also appeared again.

There was a bright red palm print on the half face, just like Guan Qianjun was slapped hard in the face in the last second.

“…”

The room was silent for a moment.

Those people looked at the slap marks on Guan Qianjun's face, and then reluctantly moved themselves away.

A slap print appeared on the face of a person like Guan Qianjun, which is a real "face slap"!

"...I just said, how could the things I left behind disappear?" Su Mo said with a smile, "Originally, this slap was enough to make you disappear. I didn't expect that you are a Xiaoqiang, with such strong vitality, and you are still doing well. But this is also good. If you respect the monkey, killing a rooster is much better than killing a plague chicken."

"He wants to kill Guan Qianjun?" Several people were stunned for a moment. They originally thought that the other party was coming to provoke, but unexpectedly, his purpose was far more violent than they thought.

He actually wanted to kill Guan Qianjun?!

What is Guan Qianjun's identity? The founder of Elite Club is one of the five stars. He needs the other four superpowers to unite to compete with him. Not to mention the great power in his hands, his own "strength" is very powerful.

Now the Dark Night King walked in with such a swagger, trying to kill such a person.

Is this too stupid? Or has it been too long since I lived for too long?

“Very good, very good!”

At this time, Guan Qianjun finally spoke, "I was thinking about finding you somewhere, but now it seems that you have arrived at your door."

"Don't worry, I won't just kill you like this. You have lived for so long and your value is no smaller than the monsters in the shelter. I will squeeze out all the value of you and let you die in pain. I will not let any of your relatives and friends go!"

"Now, let's teach you a lesson first, start! Tianji War--"

Before he finished speaking, blood surged out!
Chapter completed!