Chapter 679 Raise Your Hands

Although today's society is not like ancient times, where I am completely respected, warriors are still the strongest in this world, and those at the top of the tower are even more glorious.

There are only four people in this world who have entered the sect at the eighth level and are at the peak of the tenth level.

One is in North America, one is in Europe, one is in India, and one is in China. They are the most perverted and terrifying people in the world.

Although the four great masters retired many years ago and their traces are difficult to find, there are always legends belonging to them, which is what warriors yearn for.

Although no one in Japan has become a grand master, which makes the Bushido spirit a little lacking, there are little monsters like Death and Wolverine.

Wolverine is an eighth-level master, and Death is half as good as him. This shows how powerful Death is in combat.

But even for such a powerful god of death, when he saw a little red flashing in the panting Ye Tianlong's hand, his corpse-like face still moved.

"Killing without blood, the tip of the knife is a little red?"

The God of Death stared coldly at Ye Tianlong who was more than ten meters away, and said hoarsely in his throat: "Can this knife of yours kill me?"

There is contempt, teasing, and a touch of temptation.

The God of Death has dealt with Ye Tianlong several times and suffered many small losses. He is aware of Ye Tianlong's strength, so although he has never seen a little red, he will not be arrogant and regard the rumors as a joke.

A little red really doesn't have huge lethality, how can it be Ye Tianlong's trump card? How can it make people talk about it?

Ye Tianlong smiled and put a little red back into his sleeve: "I don't know if I can kill you, but if you don't believe it, you can give it a try."

"We are all so familiar. We have met three or five times. I was not sensible before and threw firecrackers into the toilet and blew them up all over you. I owe you a bit."

Ye Tianlong said with a heartfelt expression: "I'll give you the bottom line. Since Yidianhong debuted, he has used it nine times and nine people have died."

"It's all about sealing the throat with a knife."

He kindly advised the God of Death: "By the way, your old friends Cangshanshi and Wolverine also died under a little red."

"If you want to kill me, the best result is to die together. If you are not lucky, you, the God of Death, will really die."

"Let's not start a war tonight. Let's go back and forth wherever we go. Next time we meet, I'll treat you to a meal. Salmon or puffer fish will do."

After hearing Ye Tianlong's words, the God of Death remained expressionless: "Ye Tianlong, are you talking so much to delay your recovery?"

"Don't you think what you're doing is childish?"

Death walked a few steps around the lake: "Can the gap between you and me be bridged by a break?"

Although his skills are not that of a great master, and he is still far from even the ninth level, he believes that he can defeat Ye Tianlong, who has lost most of his physical strength.

"The God of Death is the God of Death. You have discovered all this. It's amazing."

Ye Tianlong also quickly took a few steps forward, with a smile on his lips: "Three Dongyang Sects, you are indeed the smartest one among them."

"Wolverine, who is pumping blood all day long, or Akishinoko, who is hiding in Wakayama and practicing, doesn't have your smart mind."

He looked sincere: "But I'm not really afraid of you, I just respect you from the bottom of my heart and don't want to do anything with you."

The God of Death would never believe Ye Tianlong's lies: "If you don't want to fight with me, just leave the box behind. I will put all grudges aside."

Ye Tianlong was helpless: "I don't want to fight with you, but I don't want to keep the box either. You should know that protecting the box is my task."

"If this task fails, my one billion remuneration will be returned to the employer, and I will pay 30% as per the rules."

"1.3 billion, brother. I'm just a single guy. I managed to save a little money. If I go out like this, I might as well die."

At this moment, the sky had darkened, and since he was in the woods, his face looked a bit blurry, so he could only focus on his figure.

The God of Death stared at Ye Tianlong sharply: "Give me the box, and I will give you 300 million. I will compensate for your losses."

"You can save your life without losing anything, Ye Tianlong, you should be satisfied with this situation."

Ye Tianlong thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm still not satisfied. You can make up for my loss, but you can't make up for my reputation."

"If people know that I colluded with you and betrayed my employer's interests, how can I still get around in the future? Who else will hire me at a high price?"

He looked at the God of Death with great grievance: "No one has hired me, so I have become useless. The advertisements I used to spend money on to hire trolls have gone to waste."

"And with your Japanese character, I really promise to collude with you. You will definitely reveal it after you take the box away."

Ye Tianlong saw through the Death God's plan at a glance: "You do it in front of your face, but you stab it in the back. This is the way of you Japanese people. I can't trust you."

The face of the God of Death became very ugly. This was not because Ye Tianlong repeatedly rejected his conditions, but because Ye Tianlong revealed his inner calculation.

In order to get Tianyao No. 1 at the minimum cost, the God of Death would not mind letting Ye Tianlong go tonight and giving him 300 million to make up for the loss.

But after Tianyao No. 1 is brought back to Dongyang, he will reveal what happened tonight and ruin Ye Tianlong's reputation. Then he will find an opportunity to kill Ye Tianlong and vent his bad breath.

Unexpectedly, Ye Tianlong saw through his thoughts. The God of Death was a little angry. He couldn't keep it off his face and shouted sharply, like a madman:

"Ye Tianlong, I'll give you a minute to think about it. If you don't leave the box with me, I will crush you to ashes tonight."

The God of Death pointed his finger: "Although your redness is powerful, it is impossible for you to kill me with it when you are half-dead now."

"Otherwise!"

Ye Tianlong didn't pay attention to the threat of death, and slapped his thigh and made a suggestion: "Follow me secretly and follow me to the Rong family."

"When I hand over the box to the Rong family and complete the task, you can try to snatch it away. Don't worry, I promise not to do anything at that time."

Ye Tianlong was very happy: "As long as I don't attack you, no one in the Rong family can stop you."

"In this way, my mission is successfully completed, one billion is safe, and you also snatch Tianyao No. 1 without being blocked by me."

There was a hint of joking in the eyes of the God of Death: "Follow you to the Rong family? Wait until you finish handing over and rob me? Ye Tianlong, are you insulting my IQ?"

"Let's not talk about whether you have colluded with the Rong family or whether it is a trap. Even if it is your true thoughts, do you think I can snatch the box smoothly?"

The God of Death is also not simple-minded: "The Rong family is a wealthy and distinguished family with a history of hundreds of years. Are you really unclear about the details?"

"If I can do whatever I want in the Rong family, can it still become one of the five great families in China?"

Ye Tianlong chuckled: "You know the Rong family cattle, how dare you snatch things?"

The God of Death said calmly: "It's one thing to steal the Rong family's things, but it's another thing to directly fight with them. Ye Tianlong, you don't have to talk about this."

"In the last ten seconds, either keep your life or keep the box, ten, nine, eight, seven..."

The god of death is counting down ruthlessly, and it really sounds like the death knell is ringing.

"Don't move, raise your hands!"

At this moment, on the side of the woods, behind the God of Death, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, and then more than a dozen Rong family guards appeared with guns in hand.

Each one of them had fierce expressions and shocking murderous intentions, and the muzzles of their guns were even more terrifying. They turned on their mobile phone flashlights while holding on to the black firearms:

"Hands up, hands up."