Time passed by minute by minute, and Xiao Yuanchao was still smoking a cigar quietly, waiting for Marcus's answer. He knew very well that he was pushing Marcus, but he had to push him, in order to give an explanation to the country and himself.

The blue smoke floated towards the ceiling, gradually covering it, mixing together, like rolling clouds, and more like Marcus's entanglement at this time.

"Xiao..."

"I only need one answer!" Xiao Yuanchao rushed to Marcus with great force: "I can tell you with certainty that in order to find Xu Haibo, I can do anything. Never let me force you to say it. That is not my original intention. I don't understand your ideals. I only know that the king of fighting in the world has changed hands. If you reject me, then I will destroy your career. Do you understand? Destroy, completely destroy it!"

Threat, this is absolutely absolute threat. To understand it, Marcus must stand on the same front as Xiao Yuanchao in this matter, otherwise he will have to accept punishment.

"I haven't seen Xu Haibo, but I receive his assistance every month, either money, food, or medical equipment, supplies or other things." Marcus said: "Every time I will call him, but every time he will look for me. The phone number for the call is not fixed, and it cannot be traced and inquired. In other words, I don't know where he is, but I will contact him every month."

Marcus compromised, and he could feel the ambition that was emitting from Xiao Yuanchao. He knew too well that people like them were paranoid. If they could not achieve their goal, the whole world would become enemies.

"Material transportation?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

"Two ways: airdrop at designated locations, government forces transport. Usually there will be more airdrops, and government forces transport is easily intercepted by armed organizations." Marcus said.

"Okay, you must assist me." Xiao Yuanchao said in an unquestionable tone: "Now I can only find Xu Haibo through you, so..."

"I think I can understand." Marcus smiled bitterly: "Maybe I'm the biggest mistake, and I will lose the most aider."

"No, you are the most correct in coming. At least we can talk face to face. Otherwise, you may lose the rescue station and the dream you work hard for." Xiao Yuanchao, holding a cigar in his mouth, smiled and said, "I know how important a dollar is, it is a life, or even several lives. Marcus, to be honest, I admire you very much, my admiration from the bottom of my heart."

How can a person who works hard for the lives of refugees not be admired? You must know that in the eyes of many people, the lives of those refugees in Africa are worthless at all, and they are despicable!

"Thank you." Marcus nodded and said with emotion: "I don't know I will do this. Maybe because there are too many people killed in this life, I need to atone for my sins, hahaha... By the way, can you not pursue Xu Yibing?"

"Of course, there was nothing she had to do, but I had to use her." Xiao Yuanchao grabbed the cigar and stared at Marcus's eyes and said, "She is the person Xu Haibo cares about the most, so she must be intact and not have anything to do. When everything is settled, she will be completely free."

Xiao Yuanchao seemed particularly ruthless when he said this, but he had to be ruthless. Ruthlessness is for responsibility. If there is mercy for responsibility, if there is mercy for responsibility... both responsibility and invitation cannot be taken into account, that's it.

Marcus nodded and let out a long breath, looking very helpless.

"Xiao, I understand you, I really understand you. The only thing I ask you is not to hurt Xu Yibing. She is really an angel, so pure that people seem to be able to see all the hopes they think... Okay, let's not talk about this for now, let's talk about your physical matter."

"My body...hehe..."

Now it was Xiao Yuanchao's turn to smile helplessly and bitterly. His body was completely finished. He could only see God when he could live. He had no extravagant hope, and he had even written a suicide note.

"The people who can use critical strikes are all physical problems, and those with adrenal problems." Marcus looked at Xiao Yuanchao and said in a deep voice: "I have an adrenal problem, exactly the same as your adrenal problem, but I am alive now and live well, so I don't have to consider which day I will suddenly die due to adrenal problems!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yuanchao's body shook violently, and the cigar in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Because Marcus's words were simply an earthquake for him, he never thought of any good way Marcus could give him, but when Marcus said that he had problems with his adrenal glands, Xiao Yuanchao immediately saw hope!

"My body was almost broken because of adrenaline." Marcus continued to say to Xiao Yuanchao: "At that time, I almost thought I would die, so I became very depressed. In order to prove that I was still alive, I chose an extreme suicide challenge!"

challenge?!

Xiao Yuanchao's body shook again, and immediately thought of the origin of Marcus, the king of fighting. It was an era that made the world's fighting world the darkest. In just a few years, the brutal Marcus challenged the strongest people in various fighting streams, pulling the other party down the sacred throne one by one, and trampling him under his feet.

The dark age and the mythological age are taking place together, and an unrivaled fighting king, cruel Marcus, appeared in the world.

"Break it and then stand it, this is the method." Marcus showed an extremely solemn and serious expression to Xiao Yuanchao and said: "I don't know if this method is effective for you, but I must tell you this method. Maybe you will die faster by using this method, maybe you can live well by using this method and create your own myth!"

Destroy and then set up! Destroy and then set up!

If others heard Marcus's words, they would definitely think that this was a crazy person's remark. Because Xiao Yuanchao's body reached this level, it was entirely due to all-out battles.

In other words, Xiao Yuanchao could not bear the battle, unless he wanted to die.

"How much do you think your strength can reach in the world?" Marcus reached out to take the cigar in Xiao Yuanchao's hand, and slowly slashed it out and said to him: "It's very bad, very bad. If you divide your strength into elites, masters, masters, and peaks, you are just an elite junior. Xiao, I'm going to tell you, if it wasn't for that dollar, you would have died at my hands. Also, you are not the first to defeat me, the first to defeat me is Zhao Ziyang, and he is the real peak!"

The words made Xiao Yuanchao's face show a horror expression. He always thought he was strong to the peak of the world, but in Marcus's mouth he was just an elite...

Zhao Ziyang, Zhao Ziyang again, is he representing the peak?

ps: The next chapter is updated at 12 noon on the 22nd, and it will be released three times in a row.
Chapter completed!