Rebirth ability: Mr. President, please accept the move

In the teaching office on the second floor of the Hanshu Academy, Wen Guoqiang lifted a corner of the white window screen and looked at the two young men and women who were eating buns in front of the classroom.

He recognized the young man's back from the occasional startled cry.

Zhao Bohan.

The man who shamed my daughter, although he has not officially notified her, can see her disappointment, pain and despair, and he will never forgive her!

"Boss Wen, do you know Zhao Bohan?"

Wen Guoqiang slowly lowered the curtains and turned to look at the man sitting on the sofa.

Gloomy laziness, as if without a soul, there is no feeling in the eyes.

Is he the most withdrawn and proud top-notch fighter among the mercenaries?Looks like a bum who's been sleeping under a bridge for three or four days.

"Wu Xiao, this person should not be underestimated." Wen Guoqiang walked up and down, and walked to the flowered shirt opposite him, who was puffing on a cigar.

"Old Wen, it's not pleasant to find Bohan, it's better to find Shulin, that kid is still young and easier to train." He opened his mouth, but there was a row of black teeth, "I wanted to lure him into the gang, but he killed him on the yacht. I rejected it, if I let it go, I will be Zhao Bohan again in a few years!"

"How's your combat strength?" Wu Xiao asked coldly, but he didn't ask Uncle Qin and Wen Guoqiang who were wearing floral shirts, but he didn't even bother to glance to his left.

"Above me," Wen Qian's coach's eyes flashed, "However, that woman's skill is also good, at least she has reached the level of a first-class player in the third lane."

Wu Xiao slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

"Crack!" Wen Guoqiang lit the lighter, trying to get closer to him.

"I have nasopharyngeal cancer, so I don't plan to smoke." Wu Xiao refused.

He touched the Jade Buddha on his neck, he believed in this, and thought he was retribution for killing too many people.Many people think he is bloodthirsty, but he doesn't like it at all.In fact, every time he kills, he will pray for the opponent, hoping that the opponent can live longer.

But this devotion to the Buddha never made him choose not to kill, just like the route every killer walks, he also had no choice at the beginning, and gradually became no longer benevolent.

Killing a person in ten steps does not stop a thousand miles away. Now he trusts the judgment of his own hands and brain even more, because he is fast enough, and the conscience and sentimentality in his body have no time to transform and change in the brain cells, from eyes to brain, and then From the mind to the hands, the reaction is faster than the sound of the wind.

It is often because he has not noticed the pain of killing, and those hands have already killed the opponent.

He once had someone he loved and cherished, but in the end he stood at the commanding heights of the mercenary team and became the No.1 of Wen's Overseas Security Company. Let limited consciousness go on.

He has a terminal illness, and he also recognizes that people in this world are not worthy of pity.

"Cut, killer," Uncle Qin chuckled, the cigar in his hand dangling non-stop, looking at Wu Xiao's torn clothes, if the No. That's the style.

Like the poor Taoist priests who can't get enough to eat in the Shantaiguan Taoist temple.

Wow—it was almost silent, Wu Xiao suddenly stood up from the sofa, Uncle Qin was stunned, isn't he so stingy?

He raised his head and looked at Wu Xiao's eyes, which seemed to be closed but not avoided, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

If you have the ability to make a move, let me see, what abilities do you have?

Wu Xiao twitched the corner of her mouth, "You guys send money, my team will be there soon."

"Cut. You scared me!" Uncle Qin relaxed, but looking at the cigar in his hand, his face suddenly changed.

A long cigar, only the part on my finger was left, which was cut flat to the width of the finger, and three pieces fell off on the ground.

Fuck it fast!

It's almost too late to see him make a knife!