Facing Aya's inquiry, Zhang Feng chuckled and just asked Aya to wait here.

After leaving Zhao Weiguo's office, Zhang Feng entered the divine blood realm and asked Zhou Tao and Luo Jiawei to come out to help.

These two people have stayed in the divine blood domain for more than two years, and their divine power skills have been completed, becoming second-level divine battles.

I kidnapped Ayagan back by myself. If he goes back to the United States now, I'm afraid he will be in a lot of trouble.

Therefore, letting Zhou Tao and Luo Jiawei pass this time was largely a demonstration.

If someone really dares to make a sneak attack or attack, then with the protection of two divine warriors, Aya will not have any trouble.

The most important thing is a kind of shock.

Not long ago, they fought against Mobile City in the United States with four gods.

If someone takes action against Aya, then two more gods will fight, I believe everyone can calm down.

Aya looked at the two people introduced by Zhang Feng, her eyes widened.

Even without actually revealing his identity, Aya knew that this was a battle between two gods.

"The cake seller, there are really six gods fighting." Aya felt dizzy and his heart was beating wildly.

In terms of strength, the organization he just joined has far surpassed the major financial groups in the United States.

Just as he thought at first.

If these six people are serious, they can sweep across the United States.

"Boss, just wait for my good news." Aya chuckled, rubbing his hands and getting ready for a big fight.

Aya left, and Zhang Feng had a rare moment of peace.

However, he didn't have time to spare.

Because of the urgent need for money, the sale of the Lingzhu had to be advanced.

Everyone in the Divine Blood Realm also began to join in the production of spirit beads, and in three days, more than 100,000 spirit beads were refined.

Combined with the spirit beads in the hands of Zhao Weiguo, there are a total of 200,000.

If all is sold, it will be 8 billion.

But thinking about Aya spending 10 billion in one go, even Zhang Feng felt that the money was not enough this time.

There are still two days left before the sale, and the upper town is already crowded with people.

Major military regions represented by the Zhuo family and Lei You secretly took away 50,000 coins through their connections at one time.

No one will tell anyone about the spirit beads taken away like this.

Even if they don’t know the origin of this spirit bead, they also know that in the future, this spirit bead will most likely be exclusively managed by the Covenant. Therefore, they will not offend this person. If the news is revealed, they will not even get a single spirit bead in their hands.

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In the evening of the fifth day, Zhang Feng was meditating in Zhao Weiguo's office.

Only during meal time is there rare tranquility.

"Chief, there is an old foreign man outside calling your name." A security guard knocked on the door respectfully and said outside.

"Oh." Zhang Feng's eyes suddenly opened, a hint of excitement flashed across his face and he said, "What do you look like and how old are you?"

"He is missing an eye, and the left side of his jaw seems to have been injured and lacks muscle. The exposed teeth are black. And -" the security guard said, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.

"Let me go and see for myself." Zhang Feng stood up.

"I'll go with you." Zhao Weiguo also stood up.

What does this famous devil from hell look like in American history?

When the two of them walked downstairs, they saw a bald old man nearly 1.8 meters tall standing at the entrance of Yonghe.

On his body, the cold murderous aura was as sharp as a sword, making it impossible for many people passing by to get close to him.

This old man was about seventy years old, but there was no rickets on his back. He was wearing a pair of washed yellow jeans and a half-sleeved black T-shirt. The muscles of his exposed arms were coiled like tree roots. The blue veins were beating.

Just as the security guard said, the old man's left eye was hollow and the surrounding muscles were atrophied. A piece of flesh was missing from his right chin to cheek, and the exposed teeth were now yellow. There was a bullet hole in the right cheek.

It was obvious that a bullet entered from the right side of the cheek and drilled out of the left side, taking away a large piece of flesh.

Zhang Feng walked towards the old man. The old man also saw Zhang Feng, looked at the young man in front of him, and said in somewhat vague English: "Zhang Feng."

The old man spoke. Because he lacked the muscles in his cheeks, his speech was not very clear.

"Mr. Riley?" Zhang Feng looked at the old man and could feel the murderous aura even more.

This is not the murderous intent of a man who has only killed forty or fifty people.

The number of people who died in the old man's hands was no less than three hundred.

The old man seemed to have guessed what Zhang Feng was thinking, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly in horror, and said: "In the training camp, the instructor will die at any time. Because killing the instructor is the only way to prove that you are the strongest. You can survive until now.

, a total of thirty-seven and seventy-six students died in my hands."

"Awesome." Zhang Feng couldn't help but take a breath of air.

What kind of body does a seventy-year-old man have to survive in a place where he will be killed by students at any time? And he does it at the end of the world with his true ability.

After the age of forty-five, the human body begins to age. At that time, the human body's various abilities will begin to decline.

But those new students are young and strong. The gap between the two sides will only widen.

As for Riley's ability to survive to this day, he can really only be described as a devil.

The old man was looking at Zhang Feng carefully, with a look of shock flashing through his eyes.

In Zhang Feng, the murderous aura he felt was even more shocking.

Ordinary people, even masters whose combat power is close to that of Zhang Feng, will not be able to feel the murderous aura in Zhang Feng's body as long as Zhang Feng does not take action.

But the old man really couldn't judge according to common sense. He could sense the terrifying murderous intention lurking in Zhang Feng's body.

Even under the impact of the murderous aura from the old man, the murderous aura in Zhang Feng's body began to flow out uncontrollably.

The two murderous auras are getting stronger and stronger, like two invisible dragons entangled and impacting in the air.

Boom, boom, boom...

In the sky in front of the Yonghe Gate, this murderous aura kept colliding, and even made a thunderous roar.

This place was supposed to be a bustling central area, but unexpectedly they found a confrontation between Qinglong from the Covenant and a foreign old man, and many people immediately retreated.

"Who is that old man?"

"Are you crazy? He even dares to fight against God. Does he think he is also a God?"

People were talking around and couldn't help but look at Riley more.

"You and I belong to the same type of people." There was a smile on the old man's face, but the smile was more scary.

"There is still a difference." Zhang Feng looked at the old man and said, "Mr. Riley, if you have anything to discuss, please come upstairs to discuss it."

The old man did not move, but stretched out his finger and pointed at his chest and said: "I think it's better to make it clear here. My requirements are not high, 300 million a year, including food and housing, and don't worry about other things. I said so.

Three hundred million is the current price. If prices rise in the future, my salary will also rise. As for wages,

At the same time, I have already signed enough in the training camp, so I will not sign. But I can use my personality to guarantee that as long as you pay, I will never leave, even if others give me billions or billions.

And I will use everything I learned in the training camp to train your people, and as for mortality, I will not consider it."

After staying in the bitter cold land of Siberia for more than thirty years, Riley was not interested in many things. His interest was in enjoyment and how to live more comfortably.

"No problem!"

Zhang Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Then welcome."

Having come into contact with more people, Zhang Feng also knows that the more expert he is, the more he has his own character and dignity.

Now that he has said so, he will never go back on his words.

As for the mortality rate, in this era if everyone can die during training, then his people are not qualified to go to the battlefield.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Riley stretched out his big hand and shook it with Zhang Feng.

These four words are very important.

What is the difference between working for someone else for more than thirty years and only being paid $50,000, and working for nothing? Everyone will know how uncomfortable it is to work for someone else.

"Let's go upstairs and talk." Zhang Feng politely asked Riley to go upstairs.

Riley was not polite and strode ahead.

Zhang Feng's move caught the attention of many people.

"I, I read that right."

"Zhang Feng wants to treat people politely, my God, I read that right."

"Then what is the origin of the foreign old man? Apart from murderous aura, I don't feel much power. How can I let Zhang Feng be so polite?"

From the initial confrontation between the two people to Zhang Feng's polite attitude now, this is really rare.

Even the commander of the Shencheng Military Region had never received such treatment.
To be continued...