"Time cannot be delayed. This is an order!" The scalpel was not ready to say more to them, because there was nothing to say to these human butchers.

"What a shit command." The fat man cursed: "In my eyes, orders are just a piece of shit."

"Okay, I will report to Lord Xiao Bailong truthfully." The scalpel looked sharp and he was ready to step out without hesitation.

"Little White Dragon..." The fat man's eyes almost popped out of his eyes: "Lord White Dragon is coming out!"

But the scalpel was too lazy to answer this question and walked straight forward.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, let's cooperate." The fat man walked up with a charming smile, first shouting at the scalpel, then shouting at Lao Yan and others: "Put the stove and sunglasses, take it away."

"I understand." Lao Yan spit out a yellow crane tower in his mouth, and then walked towards the sunglasses with a sneer on his face. The other people behind him were holding sticks, ready to do a big fight.

"Despicable, shameless, your sister!!!!" The sunglasses' face was covered with black lines. Originally, he thought his savior had come and he didn't have to suffer this kind of torture, but he didn't expect... this fat man was too fucking despicable.

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The front yard of the National Security Bureau.

The two gangs were confronting each other. Although the sun was so vicious that a layer of oil appeared on them, no one wanted to go to the shade to escape the heat and eat popsicles.

Perhaps for the two guys, the Emperor and the Little White Dragon, they didn't know what popsicles were.

At one corner of the main gate building, a group of people were walking towards this side.

The leaders were the scalpel and Huang Yanyan, and behind them were a group of bare-handed men. The four people in front each carried a corner of the bed, while the other four people behind them were carrying a burning stove with all their strength.

A man sat upright on the bed, his whole body was wrapped in red iron chains, his clothes turned black and gray, and his body was not covered. Her whole body was burned red, like braised pork, which made Huang Yanyan's appetite wide.

"Damn it, it's time for the time being, and he still doesn't forget the punishment."

The one who scolded this sentence was not the people from the Death God Organization, but the little white dragon.

His words were full of jokes and had no reproach. And they sounded... and there was a strong sense of approval.

The people from the Death Organization frowned, and their faces were full of angry expressions.

If it weren't for the little white dragon, they would have rushed up and beat those people up.

As he was talking, the group had already walked up.

The fat man looked at Yin Hun who fainted in the other party with some embarrassment, and then saw a strange old man with white beard standing beside Ouyang Xue. He could also see that he should be the little white dragon.

Xiao Bailong, the National Security Bureau has had legendary old antiques. Like other old antiques, he created a series of myths and legends for the National Security Bureau and then retired.

But I didn't expect that I would appear in the National Security Bureau again, and this time I had a fun watching.

"The head of the torture room, I have long admired the name of Lord Bailong!" The fat man bent down slightly and then made a very respectful move.

"Yeah!" Xiao Bailong nodded in admiration and said, "This method is very good. Who invented it?"

The old horse, standing in the team, walked out and said with a smile: "Thank you for your praise, the villain is not talented, this is what I invented."

Although he kept saying that a villain was not talented, his tone was full of pride.

"Well, it's not bad. I like it, so I should develop vigorously!" Xiao Bailong patted Lao Ma's shoulder affectionately, then walked to the sunglasses and observed.

He was releasing the internal force in his body with force, resisting the iron chains outside. Moreover, he could clearly feel that his internal force was getting thinner and thinner, and he might stop at any time.

"Damn it, it's so damn!" Seeing that his brothers were so dazzling, layers of blue veins were already bursting on his face: "People from the torture room, I want your death to apologize for my elder brother."

"Sir, what do you think?" Lao Yan asked worriedly when he saw the little white dragon frowning at his sunglasses.

"It's nothing. I especially want to see how this person will react after exhausting his last trace of internal strength." Xiao Bailong looked at Lao Yan and sighed in disappointment.

"This is easy." Lao Yan smiled, then raised his palm, danced in the air for a while, and then blew his palm toward the eyes of sunglasses.

The sunglasses took a step back alertly.

But even after such tension, he couldn't help but consumed the last trace of internal force in his body. Then, the iron chain lost the resistance of its internal force and obediently attached it to the body of sunglasses.

ah!
Chapter completed!