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【1712】High morale

Then several horsemen turned around and rushed over. The remaining people turned their eyes to the middle of the crowd. The tyrant's face turned ashen. It could be seen that it had reached the verge of anger. Wang Long saw Bai Lele on the ground at a glance. His eyes were wide open and he touched his stomach. Blood stained his hands. There was a lot of blood around the ground. Then his whole body was covered with blood. It could be seen that the so-called person who was assassinated by four people must be Bai Lele.

Ding Xuan narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, a person with blood on his face was dragged into the crowd. Wang Long looked at the person who was dragged in and could no longer see clearly. He knew that this was the one who left behind, who attracted Wang Long and the others and let the rest escape. He had never known who this was. He walked to the side and looked carefully. It was difficult to recognize it, but he still recognized it. It was Brother Deng. He never expected that the person who stayed behind was Brother Deng. He touched Brother Deng's nostrils and breathed faintly. Then, Brother Bin came over from the side with a fierce look. The meaning was very obvious. According to Wang Long's understanding of Brother Bin, Brother Bin was planning to catch the only survivor that Wang Long and the others had. Then, according to Brother Bin's level of action, he beat him up. It was probably useless to beat him up.

Wang Long did not stop Brother Bin. He just said to him calmly, "If you punch him again, you may be able to kill him. His breathing is already very weak. I think if you want to keep a living, it is better to treat him quickly. Even if you are beaten to death, you will be really hard, but if you don't treat him, you may not be able to hold on for a while and you will die."

"Brother Bin." The tyrant next to him spoke at this time, "Save him a life, I'm still useful." Then, the tyrant looked up and looked at the people around him. Blood was flowing out of the corners of his mouth without realizing it. It was obvious that this was bitten by him. He squinted his eyes and his expression was ferocious. He was already trying his best to control his inner emotions, but the people around him could still feel his anger. "I want this person, I, the tyrant,, do you have any objections?"

Everyone saw that the tyrant was really anxious. After all, he was the leader of his life for more than a dozen lives. More importantly, these ten people were his confidants. The one who suffered the most losses in this operation was the tyrant.

"I have no objection." Wang Long said first, "But I want to ask you, how do you want to be buried by these people under your command?"

"We're buried together." The tyrant turned to look at Mo Hongtu and the butcher. "Do you have any objections?"

"No." Both of them shook their heads, because no one was a fool, and they knew that if the tyrant wanted this person to live, they must have wanted to use this person to lure the rest out. It would be best if he could take everything over, and everyone would be happy to see it.

"Give me Bai Lele's body. I promised him that he would be buried with Zhang Haoran."

"Whatever you want, please ask someone to carry it away." The tyrant's voice changed. He turned his head and looked at the people around him. At this moment, Chu Yue came over and looked at the people present. "Luo Feng's people blocked the corridor, Luo Feng was upstairs."
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