What a pity it's too late?

Hearing Tang Luo's words, Zhou Peng's body couldn't stop trembling.

He was scared, very scared!

Never once, he was so scared like this time!

Although he had clashed with Tang Luo many times, he had never been as dangerous as this time.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and he understood what this meant!

"Tang Luo, I was wrong. Please, let me go!"

Zhou Peng collapsed on the ground, looked at Tang Luo, begging.

At this time, he had no trace of the might of Master Zhou Wu of Yuecheng. As for the momentum of the boss just now, of course he had no place.

"Don't do this, after all, you are Master Zhou Wu... Your nephew will despise you in this way."

Tang Luo patted Zhou Peng on the shoulder, took out another cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Come on, just smoke a cigarette, don't be afraid."

"Tang...Tang Luo, how can you let me go?"

Zhou Peng shivered, took a deep breath of cigarette, and his panic calmed down a little, and asked.

"Didn't I say it, it's too late."

Tang Luo was smoking a cigarette, without any murderous intention, and his tone was very plain, just like chatting with an old friend.

"You said, how many times have I given you a chance, right? But what about you? You never cherish it, so you can't blame me, right?"

“…”

Zhou Peng was trembling, would he be sure to die tonight?

"You keep asking me for trouble again and again, and I have very limited patience."

Tang Luo vomited a cigarette ring.

"Fifth Master, for our sake, we are considered old friends, let me tell you something."

“What…what?”

Zhou Peng asked trembledly.

"Let's walk slowly on the Huangquan Road, wait for your elder brother, he will go to find you soon."

Tang Luo said with a smile.

"You...you even want to kill my elder brother?"

Zhou Peng widened his eyes. He was too brave, right?

"I'm doing this for you, otherwise I'll be too lonely on the road to the underworld, right?"

Tang Luo smiled.

"It's getting late, hurry up. After smoking this cigarette, it's time to send you to the road."

Bang!

Listening to Tang Luo's words, Zhou Peng's hand shook and the cigarette fell to the ground again.

"Why, don't you smoke? If you don't smoke, then forget it..."

Tang Luo stood up, his voice a little colder.

"No, I'll suck...I'll suck."

Zhou Peng shouted, and in a hurry he picked up the cigarette that fell to the ground, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

But soon he realized that he couldn't smoke so quickly. After smoking cigarettes, he was about to die.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to smoke it at all, and even wished that the cigarette would never be destroyed.

Seeing him like this, Tang Luo chuckled and was not in a hurry. There were no people here anyway, so give him more time.

People are afraid of death.

It is not embarrassing to do anything before death.

"Master Zhou Wu, do you still remember how many times you want to kill me? Not to mention it, just talk about Myanmar... Haha, Master Wu is so capable. There are people in Myanmar, who will hold a Hongmen Banquet for me. If I hadn't had some skills, I would have died in Myanmar."

Tang Luo looked down at Zhou Yu and said with a smile.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong..."

Zhou Peng looked at the slowly burning cigarettes in his hand and was a little broken.

This burning cigarette is not his life, it is clearly his life!

When the smoke burns out, his life will come to an end!

"Tang Luo, would you give me another last chance? Not only will I not cause trouble for you, but the Zhou family... I also find a way to not cause trouble for you!"

Zhou Peng saw that the cigarettes were getting shorter and shorter, and his body was trembling and he became more and more powerful.

This feeling of waiting for death is so terrible.

"No need, you're dead, Zhou Dechang is dead, the Zhou family... is about to end."

Tang Luo smiled.

"Everything is your own choice, no one can blame."

The smoke is burned out and destroyed.

"Okay, the last cigarette is over. Master Zhou Wu, go all the way."

Tang Luo looked at Zhou Peng, said lightly, and turned around.

"Old fat, please give the fifth master a ride."

"good."

Feilong nodded and raised his knife.

"No, Tang Luo, I beg you..."

Zhou Peng roared, he didn't want to die.

Tang Luo ignored him and didn't even look back, and walked towards their car.

"Tang Luo... I'm dead, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Seeing that Tang Luo ignored him, Zhou Peng couldn't help but yelled in despair and struggled to get up.

"When you are alive, you can't beat Luo Ge. If you become a ghost, don't come. What if you can't even make a ghost."

Fei Long finished speaking earnestly, and before Zhou Peng could say anything, he raised his hand and fell.

Click!

Blood gushed, and Zhou Peng's voice came to an abrupt end.

puff!

The remaining bodyguard also had his neck broken by one.

Except for the three of them, there was no more live on the scene.

Tang Luo leaned against the car, lit a cigarette, and looked at Zhou Peng again.

Dead.

As long as Zhou Dechang is killed, his hatred with the Zhou family will end.

"Lorge, how to deal with the body?"

Feilong asked, shook the blood from the knife.

"Just throw it here, and someone will find out tomorrow."

After Tang Luo finished speaking, he opened the car door.

"Go away."

"good."

Yi and Feilong got into the car, drove their broken car and left the scene.

The night wind blew, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Zhou Peng leaned against the car, his head...but on the ground.

More than ten minutes ago, he never expected that this would end.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chased him.

According to his script, it was Tang Luo and the others who died, not him!

The decent Wu Ye, the fate of his body and head is different, has to be said to be very miserable.
To be continued...