Yago, the Holy Land of the bloody battles (end)
Ding!
The elevator door opened with a crisp ring.
When Feng bujue walked out of the elevator, he stepped into the top floor of the San Diego Agriculture group's headquarters.
At that moment, in the corridor in front of him, there was already a black man in the same clothes as brother United States, waiting there.
"You're not simple. " Captain Dong Xian looked at brother Jue and said in heavily accented Chinese,"to be able to defeat five of our management's top players in a row, this kind of ability ... I'm afraid he is already above me.
"Hmm ..." Hearing that, Feng bujue was silent for a second before continuing,"actually ... Technically speaking, the number of people that I have defeated with my 'strength'... Is only two and a half ..."