Bai Tangzheng and Sam were walking on the desolate land.

Now that I have made up my mind to fight against the darkness and cruelty in this land, I naturally don't expect to be able to enjoy meticulous treatment by virtue of Bai Tangjing's reputation.

The strong men respected, or perhaps feared, Bai Tangjing, but when Bai Tang made it clear that he was going to cause a major reshuffle in Africa, they were not cowards who would put a knife on their necks and not fight back.

"Well, right now, the whole of Africa, no! The whole world is in chaos, right?"

Sam walked casually, muttering and squinting at Bai Tangzheng.

In the past ten years, Africa has gone from chaotic and bloody wars to a slightly dirty order. A ruler died without warning.

It was Bai Tangzheng and himself who took action.

Even with his eyes closed, Sam could imagine how sensational the world news was.

On the contrary, it was the black-haired child who, as if he didn't care, clasped his hands behind his head and walked step by step.

"Don't worry, don't worry, father will take care of it!"

"I'm not worried that he can't handle it. I'm worried about what he will say. You know, your father is often unable to hold back."

Sam looked like he had a headache, but he didn't dare to complain too obviously.

Bai Tangjing actually liked her bohemian brother-in-law, but Seiko tormented her brother quite a lot.

".Hehe, hehe."

At this moment, Bai Tangzheng's little face also broke out into a stiff smile.

It seems that he also knows that his father can be quite crazy sometimes.

But then, the child's smile became natural, and the clear black and white pupils showed firmness and trust.

"But no matter what, those ordinary people will no longer be treated like construction waste by the powerful."

"They may still have to face insufficient medical care, insufficient education, and other complex and difficult problems, but at least they will not be unlucky enough to have their whole family turn into minced meat and die inexplicably just because a strong man passed by.

I don’t even know how he died.”

"And the strong man seemed not to care at all and continued to enjoy himself unscrupulously."

The boy's bouncing figure is lively and agile, but his words and his eyes are solemn and serious.

Sam nodded silently.

Yes, at least those ordinary people can be regarded as "human beings".

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. After understanding 'Sorrow', is your practice in [Cloud Pailing Palm] complete?"

The promiscuous uncle waved his hands, as if to shake off the heaviness he was not used to. He stretched his head and leaned closer to ask the boy.

Bai Tangzheng rolled his eyes, his tone sounding like he was dealing with an ignorant brat.

"It's impossible! [Gloomy Cloud] is the last move, yes, but the key point is actually the 'light' at the end. 'Sorrow' is just the threshold to enter the essence of this move."

"However, I have a premonition that as long as this trip to Africa is successfully completed, for me, I will be able to understand the 'plainness after grief'. By then, my [Energy Control] and [Power Flow] will be completed.

I should be able to get a big promotion."

The boy put his little hands in front of his eyes, opened and closed them carefully, feeling his own strength.

Sam raised an eyebrow.

The two elements of power that ordinary strong men can't even touch are as easy to come to you as playing games and completing tasks. What else can he say?

"It seems that even if it is just for you to practice martial arts, this continent will definitely be reorganized by your father."

"Then what? After completing [Pailing Cloud Palm], which one are you going to practice again?"

"No, [Tian Shuang Fist]."

The ordinary words made Sam suddenly turn his head and look at his nephew seriously with a frown.

"Azheng. Don't you want to follow your father's path now?"

The promiscuous uncle was actually a little bit sincere at this moment.

"I know that you young people always like the best and the strongest. It is natural that you want to imitate your father. But at least you should think about your situation calmly, right?"

"It's impossible for your current basic quality to support that level of technology, and to say the least, how many people on the entire planet right now, not to mention cultivation, can feel the soul?"

"I want to be like your father. It's like a fantasy. It's too exaggerated."

Sam's worries are not unfounded.

[Tian Shuang Fist] itself does not actually have any exaggerated threshold.

With Bai Tangzheng's current strength of 180,000 horses, strong body and life energy surging like the roaring waves of the sea, there is no problem at all in practicing.

——The problem is the Baitang Mirror!

Who knew that guy could create such exaggerated things from this boxing technique!

As a result, now, when people in the know mention [Tian Shuang Fist], they will subconsciously think of the scene where Bai Tang Jing is used.

No one cares about what happened originally, right?

But the boy looked at his uncle speechlessly.

"Come on, do I look like I'm useless?"

"It's just [Tian Shuang Fist]! The others are not half a million horses. No! Five hundred thousand horses is my father's standard. If it were me, I wouldn't even think about it without the strength of 600,000 horses.

Dare to think!”

As if thinking of some outrageous scene, Bai Tangzheng's little face wrinkled up as if he had eaten a lemon, and he shivered for a while.

Sam's expression was similar, and he pursed his lips and continued.

".As long as you stay awake."

The stroll continues, and they can visit the African continent several times in a few hours, but what about the countries that were rescued?

They all believe that Baitang Jing can solve problems easily.

But they all know that the reconstruction of a country's logistics and government affairs is already a big project.

If they act too fast and the whole of Africa undergoes major changes in just a few days, then the pressure to reorganize the government will not be as heavy as that of a country.

So now, they are actually in a leisurely state of "waiting for the back row".

~~~~~~

After all, Sam is a seasoned veteran who has been hanging around at the international level for many years. As he expected, one of the ten rulers of Africa——

News of Victor Denton's death spread throughout human society in a very short period of time.

Yes, humanity as a whole is now in a stage where isolationism is prevalent.

But it is still far from returning to the "world divided" appearance before the great voyage.

People should not care about the death of a dictator on a distant and barren continent.

Life is already difficult, and disasters and tragedies thousands of miles away are always illusory and unreal when heard.

Before the real masters of this planet emerge, is it a big deal if a few dictators die in Africa? What if a massacre occurs?

It can't even stop a person thousands of miles away from eating a bite of breakfast.

But this time it's different.

Very different.

The New United States, the Southern Alliance, Kislev, the European Union, and various regions all focused their attention on this piece of news.

All those in power, and even all those who have a clear understanding of today's world.

Their shock and surprise were all reflected in their exclamations and dilated pupils.

The slain dictator was one of the ten strongest men in Africa with a strength of over 450,000 horses!

It is a monster killed in a deadly battle soaked in the blood of a strong man.

Where is Africa?

Although I hate to admit it, it is the trash can of the world.

Careers, radicals, and all kinds of powerful beasts fight there, rob, and show off their ambitions.

In these ten years, under the exaggeration of the media.

Everyone is actually frightened by that ancient continent and everything that happens on it.

So brutal, so appalling

Unabashedly bloody and cruel, and even proud of it, the giant beasts let go of their full strength to abuse nature and mortals.

This had already frightened everyone.

No refugee organization dares to set foot on that land anymore, and even the most white-left groups can only do some work outside Africa to accept refugees.

If something happened to such a place, or even exploded, no one would dare to think about it.

But this factor, in this news storm, is not the focus of much writing.
To be continued...