Zhanlu hung up the communication and rushed to the competition arena quickly.

On this ship, the little fat man immediately sent a series of contacts with the country: "Minister Gao, this is b11. I just got the news about Boss Zhanlu. He has successfully arrived in Helsen."

At the same time, the little fat man's words sounded in Gao Wenjian's department.

When everyone in the office, both men and women, stood up and cheered excitedly.

Gao Wenjian even smiled even more on his face, and immediately picked up the communicator and replied: "b11, I am Gao Wenjian, I have received your message. Please continue to keep in touch with Zhan Lu and report on Helson's situation at any time.

”

“b11 understands!”

"Haha, Minister, Zhanlu is worthy of being the trump card of our counter-espionage group. His team is actually competent for this difficult task."

"Yes, Minister, I think we must remember the merits of Zhanlu."

Upon hearing this, Gao Wenjian nodded with a smile: "This kid really has his, so let's see how Ye Yang will deal with it next."

......

Northwest border.

Cao Meng sat in the office and was arranging the exercise held in the northwest desert.

The female assistant walked in excitedly: "God of War, good news, Minister Gao's office just sent a message that Zhan Lu had successfully sneaked into Helsen and got in touch with B11. At present, Zhan Lu is heading to the arena to meet Ye Shen

!”

Cao Meng raised his head, his face full of coldness.

A sense of murderousness emanated from him.

"Continue to pay attention to the news, and report to me about Helson's situation as soon as possible. In addition, I ordered Canglong to carry out exercises in the desert area of ​​the northwest according to the original plan to deter the old enemy in the northwest!"

"yes!"

......

"The competition committee is here, and the competition is about to begin."

"So excited!"

"This time, we Lae people will definitely win the final victory."

Helson, the International Martial Arts League, the No. 2 field located in the rainforest, heard a burst of cheers.

On the left and right platforms of the arena, there were almost people full of people, and martial arts players from all over the world looked at the rostrum excitedly.

There, ten men wearing black robes and quiet expressions walked over and sat down in the competition committee seat.

The appearance of these ten people set off a wave of discussion.

Ai Qiancao recalled the information stored in her computer in advance: "This is the host of the second arena. These ten people are all famous martial arts masters in the West. At the same time, they are also in the International Martial Arts Association.

Important positions.”

"And the head of these ten people is nicknamed the President of the Poison Dragon."

Hearing Ai Qiancao's words, Fan Jin and others looked at the man sitting first.

This is a Westerner, but the aura emitted by him is definitely an existence that surpasses the heroes.

Fan Jin said: "President Poison Dragon? This old boy is indeed different. He should be the number one figure in the Western Magic Association. He just doesn't know if this boy belongs to fire or water."

Ai Qiancao replied: "It's thunder and lightning!"

"What? Thunder and Lightning? This is the power of lightning in the legend of Western magic? Damn, this thing is left over from our ancestors, but these kids can really take it out to show off their axe." Shenhuo was little surprised.

After some more.

"You pay attention to the short man beside the poisonous dragon. I think he is the one we should pay attention to." Ye Yang interrupted the discussion of several people at this time and signaled.


Chapter completed!