Chapter 2430: A Combination of Chinese and Western Cultures (Fourth Update)

"Ah——"

The man in green fell to the ground, his head exploded and he died. Mo Ningran was also shocked and screamed.

"Ye Tianlong, do you know who Lin Shao is?"

Mo Ningran asked angrily: "He is the first heir of Baiyun Casino and came to Heping Casino to learn from him."

"You killed him and Mr. Zhuo. Do you know how serious the consequences are?"

"The whole Cui Kingdom belongs to Songchai. You killed his favorite general and his VIP. He will definitely hunt you down."

Mo Ningran grabbed her hair with both hands and shouted in pain: "You are finished, you are finished."

She was already disappointed. Ye Tianlong did not listen to her advice and made big things again and again.

Now this situation is impossible to deal with. She is ready to give up helping Ye Tianlong. Just looking at the corpses on the ground, she is a little confused.

Mo Ningran still hasn't figured out where Ye Tianlong got the confidence and capital to kill Zhuo Tai and the man in green.

"Ah——"

A burst of crazy momentum, Mo Ningran suddenly had her hair disheveled, and she looked sharper, like a ghost in a movie.

An unspeakable danger rose.

Zhao Wenguang subconsciously pointed his gun at Mo Ningran.

"Swoosh——"

This action instantly stimulated Mo Ningran, and her previous dullness disappeared, replaced by fierceness and ferocity.

She flashed, and avoided Zhao Wenguang's gun at a very fast speed, and then did a domineering roundhouse kick, sweeping towards the two black-clad men.

One of them fell to the ground with his gun, like dry grass swept by a gust of wind, and the other man held on and did not fall.

Mo Ningran exerted force from his waist, and with the remaining momentum of the roundhouse kick, he spun 180 degrees in the air, retracted his right leg cleverly, and kicked his left leg straight.

The action was dazzling.

He stepped on the chest of the third man, Zhao Wenguang's men vomited blood, groaned and knelt on the ground, and Mo Ningran flew backwards with the force of the step.

"Swoosh--"

When Zhao Wenguang and the others were surprised at how powerful this woman had become, Ye Tianlong had already moved his feet to the side, and with his left hand, he reached out and went straight for Mo Ningran's shoulder.

In order to not win too easily in the battle with the mysterious swordsman, Ye Tianlong deliberately only used 80% of his strength.

In order to hide from the hundreds of eyes in the audience, Ye Tianlong also tried his best to get himself injured.

Although it took a little effort to lower the level of acting, it did not mean that Ye Tianlong's strength was over-consumed tonight. He still retained 90% of his strength.

So as soon as he made a move, his left hand was like a entanglement, and in the midst of Mo Ningran's ethereal ghost-like body movements, it instantly climbed up and wrapped around her right shoulder.

"Kacha--"

With a crisp sound, Ye Tianlong directly removed Mo Ningran's joints, causing her entire right arm to lose control.

"Swoosh--"

Mo Ningran, with her hair disheveled, screamed shrilly, and then waved her left hand and went straight for Ye Tianlong's throat.

"Kacha——"

Ye Tianlong retracted his left hand and calmly slapped her wrist, letting the sharp weapon in her palm fall to the ground. Then he pressed his thumb on her joint, making another crisp sound.

Mo Ningran's left hand also drooped, losing the ability to fight.

At the same time, Ye Tianlong kicked Mo Ningran's knees directly. After two snaps, Mo Ningran knelt straight down and then fell to the ground.

"Ye Tianlong, you used me to kill Ling Zhantian, I will not let you go."

At this moment, Mo Ningran shouted like a madman: "You have the ability to kill me, otherwise I will kill you at all costs, kill you."

"Zhantian, I'm sorry, it's not me who wants to kill you, I was used, don't look for me again..."

Then, she shook her hair again and screamed in pain.

She was not only hysterical, but also had a gloomy meaning. Her originally clear eyes had lost their agility at this time. They were cold, dull, and emotionless.

Zhao Wenguang pointed the gun at her head.

"Don't kill her yet."

Ye Tianlong walked in front of Mo Ningran and looked at the woman closely. He found that there was no sanity in Mo Ningran's eyes at this time.

But Ye Tianlong was very sharp and caught something different.

He saw something very unusual in Mo Ningran's eyes.

Despair?

Resentment?

Sadness?

Yes and no, Ye Tianlong thought for a while and soon understood. He did not explain to Zhao Wenguang and the others, but suddenly half-knelt on the ground.

He put his head directly on Mo Ningran's forehead, and his eyes met. Ye Tianlong let his eyes continue to expand and expand in Mo Ningran's eyes.

Mo Ningran's madness soon weakened, and then he became obedient like a sheep, sitting on the ground without moving.

"Mo Ningran, answer me three questions."

Ye Tianlong's voice was magnetic: "First, who trained the mysterious swordsman?"

"He was given to Zhuo Tai by a masked man. He wanted to see how powerful the mysterious swordsman was. Zhuo Tai would send him the video of his moves every night."

Mo Ningran replied softly:

"He is so powerful. I heard that he was injected with potions. The masked man has potions worth nearly one trillion yuan, which are a combination of Chinese and Western genetic potions."

"His goal is to mass-produce eighth-grade masters."

"And the mysterious swordsman is the only one who survived among the three hundred experimenters. I heard that the cost of research and development is very high."

"So the masked man began to look for people according to the physical data of the mysterious swordsman. Not long ago, a Taicheng boy who met the requirements was kidnapped by him."

Mo Ningran told Ye Tianlong everything he knew, which surprised Zhao Wenguang and made Ye Tianlong's heart slightly tremble.

He thought of Park Xuanwu.

Then, Ye Tianlong asked again: "The second question, who is the masked man?"

At the same time, Ye Tianlong quickly analyzed in his mind that the masked man had a potion worth trillions of dollars, and it could also make Zhao Junbao strong in a short period of time.

This matched Tianyao No. 1, and Zhao Junbao, in addition to being strong, still had a little bit of emotion, which was similar to the American military potion he had obtained.

Thinking of the potion that Mo Ningran mentioned as a combination of Chinese and Western medicine, Ye Tianlong first thought of Rong Shengli.

Only Rong Shengli had Tianyao No. 1 and American military potion, and only the Rong family had the fusion strength of these two potions to complement each other.

The research and development of these two potions is essentially through genetic modification, mass production of masters above the eighth rank, so there are many similarities.

It's a pity that Rong Shengli didn't know that Ye Tianlong had tampered with the American military diary, causing some data to deviate, resulting in the failure of all 300 experimenters.

Zhao Junbao was lucky to survive.

Zhao Junbao's existence seemed to be a progress in the experiment, but Ye Tianlong knew that with a probability of one in three hundred, it was impossible to mass-produce eighth-grade masters.

Three hundred strong men with first-class physique and good skills were no less powerful than an eighth-grade master, so there was no need to seek far away.

And even Zhao Junbao, who was killing all around, Ye Tianlong also found that although he had made a breakthrough against the sky, he had also overdrawn his body and life in advance.

Judging from the muscles that broke his mask, Zhao Junbao had a lifespan of only three years at most.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it, and Zhuo Tai doesn't seem to know it either."

When Ye Tianlong was thinking, Mo Ningran responded dully: "He is Songchai's VIP. Songchai wants Zhuo Tai to cooperate with the masked man unconditionally."

"He wore a mask to contact Zhuo Tai, so Zhuo Tai called him the masked man. I am familiar with Zhuo Tai, and he sometimes complains a few words when he drinks too much."

Ye Tianlong exhaled a long breath: "The third question, what is your identity?"

What Mo Ningran knew was far beyond Ye Tianlong's imagination, and she could also be with the man in blue and Zhuo Tai. Ye Tianlong was curious about her origins.

"I am Mr. Meihua's cousin..."