The Ghost King frowned and drove past the Scorpion's car, thinking in his mind, how could the Qilin disappear for no reason, but he didn't know that some people were far away in front of him.

Sometimes history changes often because of a very trivial matter and an equally trivial person. When we are yelling all day long that there is no highlight in our lives, we do not know that we may be changing the world.

Brother Scorpion is just a small person who can't be even smaller. Even if he goes to the sky, he is just a small leader with more than ten people under his command. It's okay to scare others, but if there is a fight, it's not his turn to do it.

Brother Scorpion hummed a small song and drove the car into the garage. This was a simple bungalow converted into a bungalow. Brother Scorpion built a floor on the bungalow, which looked like a small villa with a single house. After parked the car, Brother Scorpion took out the remote control and pressed it twice. He turned around gorgeously and wanted to go upstairs. At this moment, Brother Scorpion suddenly heard a heavy low moan.

"Damn, who is fighting in the field next to my house?" Brother Scorpion walked out of the garage curiously and looked around, but suddenly the sound became heavier, and a bang sound seemed to hit some iron plate.

Brother Scorpion finally discovered the source of the sound this time, it turned out to be the car fight from his little pickup truck!

Could it be that some wild animal ran into my car? Brother Scorpion walked aside and turned on the garage lights, then walked carefully towards the rear of the car.

When Brother Scorpion saw the person in the car fight clearly, he was really shocked. It turned out to be a person! There was a trace of blood on the man's face, and there was also a pool of blood on the car fight. The whole person twitched unconsciously on the car fight, as if he was seriously injured.

"My grass, I just went to the mountain to fight a field battle. Can you give it to me? God." Brother Scorpion wailed depressedly, jumped into the car, and then reached out to look at the man's nose.

"I'm still angry. Oh, it's so fucking unlucky." Brother Scorpion didn't move this person, so he got into the car and fired, and drove to the private hospital of Shura League.

"Scorpion, it's so late, why are you here?" At the entrance of the hospital, Scorpion met people from the Shura League, and one of them even greeted Scorpion.

"It's okay, my friend was beaten." Brother Scorpion made an excuse casually. He couldn't say that someone fell from the sky and smashed me into the car, right?

"Where is it? My grass, my chest is so big! You friend is so unlucky, send it in quickly." The people who greeted Brother Scorpion also came forward to help. This is the benefit of Zhao Yan's headquarters culture. Everyone works together. In addition, they are brothers who have been together, so they will help if they have anything to do.

Everyone carried the injured person to the emergency room in a row. The next thing was the doctor's business. Brother Scorpion sat outside the emergency room, flipping through his wallet in depression. This inexplicable person cost Scorpion several thousand yuan. This good person is really something that ordinary people can do.

Brother Scorpion is depressed here, and Xin Dong is almost in trouble!

"What! You said Qilin was ambushed and his life and death were unknown?" Xin Dong looked at his subordinates in shock and angrily.

"Yes, I found the Qilin's car on the side of the road five kilometers away!" a man in a suit said with his head down.

"I'm so proud, arrange someone to find him! Where is his subordinate? Where is that clown?" Xin Dong asked hurriedly.

"The clown was interrupted and threw it into the woods."

"It's a big trouble now." Xin Dong took out a pack of cigarettes from the table and took out one with a trembling slightest, "Hurry up, go find it right away!"

"yes!"

At the same time, in a building in the Ming and Qing dynasties in the capital, a man sat cross-legged with his legs and closed his eyes on the ground. Flashes of blue smoke rose from the incense burner next to him from time to time. The whole room seemed very simple. The man was carrying a light blue sword on his back, and he sat there like a statue.

Bang bang bang bang.

The wooden door was knocked.

"Come in."

The man said lightly, his voice was tepid and he didn't have any rhythm.

A man walked in from outside the door and whispered something.

"I understand, you go down."

The man's tone did not change at all, and the expression on his face seemed to appear and appear invisible due to the cover of the blue smoke.

Not long after, the man sighed and stood up slowly, his body trembling slightly, as if his feet were numb after sitting alone for a long time.

"Are you going out?" After the man walked out of the wooden door, a man standing with his back against the wooden door asked in a low voice.

"Go." The man said only one word, then ignored the person beside him and walked downstairs slowly.

"Kunpeng, kill less people." The man's voice came from behind, a little misty.

"good."

Kunpeng appears and the storm is about to begin.

Song Yun had no idea what happened after he left yesterday. Early the next morning, he directly followed the address given by Shenyan and arrived at the TV Building of Southern Jiangsu Province. This TV Building is located in the most prosperous area in the city center. Song Yun found a parking space and parked the car, and went straight upstairs.

When they arrived at the 11th floor, Song Yun encountered Shenyan as soon as he got out of the elevator.

"Divine Flame, are you in good health?" Song Yun asked curiously.

Shen Yan sat on a chair with a comfortable look on his face, and nodded at the woman entering and leaving next to him, "Okay, who am I! Such a small injury."

"I'm here, tell me what I need to do?" Song Yun also moved a chair and sat next to Shenyan.

"After entering the studio, you will pretend to be wise. Do you understand? If you don't understand, you should pretend to understand very well, but don't talk. If you understand, you can speak a few words appropriately, and then don't say too much." Shen Yan said from the side.

"It's that simple?"

"Otherwise, what else can it be? Let's go, go in!" Shen Yan stood up and took Song Yun directly into the studio beside him.

This is a hall similar to the stage. Three judges sit side by side on three chairs. There is a table in front of them. There is a button on the table. When pressed, the red light will light up, indicating that they do not agree to the person's promotion. As long as more than 2 red lights light up, they will be eliminated.

"These two lamps are also said." Shen Yan whispered, "Look, as long as we work together, we can basically control the direction of the game. There is no third person left."

"So naughty? It's better to be fair." Song Yun said a little embarrassedly.
Chapter completed!