"Confirm?" He Jueming asked coldly.

Instead of reaching out to pick it up, he took it over with his bare hands and helped pick up the walnuts.

After the walnuts had fully absorbed the fresh blood, the subordinates then took a shiny black cloth to wipe the walnuts and handed them to He Jueming respectfully.

Pan Walnut's voice came out again, and the informant's subordinates said again: "Yes, sure. We have been monitoring Thunder's every move, and then found that they went to the Star Wars secret training base Death Island."

He did not dare to pause at all, so he quickly continued to report: "Because there is a unique geographical location and extremely strict guards, the signal is blocked in the square and radius, and there are reinforcement and improvement of defense measures every year, so we can't attack at all. But! Similarly, as long as they come out, we can receive information."

His subordinates struck while the iron was hot and said, "The Thunder Special Forces are all on the Death Island at present. The only thing that can be explained is that perhaps those people have never thought about letting the Living King of Hell and Su Man know that there is a recipe auction."

The sound of Pan Walnut paused again, and then the sound of Gala Gala was scratching.

The folds on He Jueming's eyebrows were loose and tight, and his subordinates' inference was not unreasonable.

When he lost a Lei Ao, he was simply cut off his right arm for the interstellar combat power of Hanchen planet.

Now Huo Yanting and Su Man can no longer be described as right-handed. The more you reach this point, your selfish desire to protect yourself will often be infinitely magnified.

He Jueming, who figured this out, slowly opened his eyes, and then said to the subordinate behind him who helped to plate walnuts: "Tonight, let me attend."

"Yes!" the black-clad man replied indifferently.

Just as he was about to convey it, He Jueming stopped him: "Wait, call him."

The black-clad man's eyes shrank, and he immediately understood who he was in He Jueming's mouth. Then he respectfully said to He Jueminghan: "Yes."

As the black-clothed subordinate left, the subordinate who was in charge of the notice was already sweating profusely, but without He Jueming's reluctance, he would never dare to move at all.

At this time, He Jueming stood up from the rocking chair, then threw the walnut in his hand at the foot of the informant, and sneered: "Quan Zhe, haha... is not worth mentioning; the living King of Hell must stay in the King of Hell's Hall obediently. As for Su Man... she looks more interesting than the walnut."

After saying that, He Jueming turned his hand and left silently.

The informant looked at the broken walnuts at his feet, and a pool of yellow water followed his body and collapsed unscrupulously. He knew that he would not live, the King of Hell, and he would go to the King of Hell's Palace first...

At night, the lights are on.

The Hejue Gate is full of guests and friends in Shangyi Domain.

Everyone was required to conduct security checks before entering the Hejue Gate branch, not only to check whether there were electronic equipment, but also to carry controlled weapons, but also to confirm whether anyone was wearing human skin masks and pretending to be real.

Elder Mo, who was temporarily appointed as the chief supervisor of the auction tonight, looked at the visitors with a smile on the surface, but his heart was full of cheers and scolding them for being unlucky!

The guests who came and went to finally calmed down. Elder Mo hurriedly called a man in black to come over and bit his ear and asked, "Is there any abnormality between these people who have arrived?"

"Go back to Elder Mo, no." The black-clad man replied with great certainty.

"Then, then the starting point on their way..." Elder Mo continued to ask.
Chapter completed!