Wang Hao seemed to be bored drinking, his eyes were confused and he seemed to be drunk, but his whole body was actually alert. After all, Miyamoto Nosuke was a world-famous killer. Even though there was plate armor hidden in his chest and behind him, he did not dare to relax in his heart. The drunkenness and relaxation on the surface were both illusions, in order to confuse the other party.

Suddenly, he blinked his eyes. Miyamoto Nosuke did not notice it. Instead, he saw Mi Chen on the dance floor. Perhaps because of the heat, she pulled her white sweater up, revealing her snow-white ***, twisting her waist and dancing with a white man.

"I'll let it go. Mi Chen looks so despised by himself. He is so coquettish in front of a white man." Wang Hao said in his heart, and his impression of Mi Chen instantly turned into a negative number.

Some women are born foreign slaves, and foreign beggars are regarded as princes when they come to China. They are depressed when they think about it, but no matter how depressed it is, it is someone else's private affairs after all, so Wang Hao can only secretly despise it in his heart.

It was a coincidence that within a few minutes, Wang Hao saw Du Ruihan's figure. He couldn't help but feel happy and thought to himself: "There's a chance to watch it now."

Sure enough, when Du Ruihan saw Mi Chen dancing coquettishly with a white man, he immediately walked over, jumped and inserted it between the two while dancing, and separated the two. The white man might have drunk a lot of wine and was rubbing with Mi Chen through his pants. Suddenly, he was forcibly separated by someone. He was furious and pushed Du Ruihan directly. The power might be a bit too great. Du Ruihan's little face had long been hollowed out, and he fell to the ground.

Although Wang Hao didn't like Du Ruihan, he felt very upset when he saw him being beaten by a white man. If it weren't for Du Ruihan, he might have taught the white man a lesson now, letting him know that it is not China a hundred years ago.

Du Ruihan must have followed a bunch of bad guys when he came out to play. At this time, he saw that he was beaten, so he rushed over: "Mr. Du, what's wrong?"

"Why are you still standing there? Beat this foreign devil for me?" Du Ruihan sat on the ground and shouted loudly.

Three dog legs rushed towards the white man, but unfortunately the next second, the white man was knocked down by all three punches.

"Fuck, trash!" Wang Hao cursed in a low voice.

The white man seemed to have learned boxing and was very powerful. After defeating Du Ruihan and the other two, he looked arrogant and even spitted at them.

Wang Hao was so angry, but he finally held it back. Du Ruihan was not a good person. If it weren't for Ning Yong, he might have been beaten by his grandson.

Du Ruihan, who had lost face and was spitting out of saliva, was completely angry. His eyes turned red, suddenly got up from the ground, rushed towards the white man, and shouted: "I'll kill you!"

puff!

There was a dagger more than one foot long in his hand. With a puff sound, he stabbed it in from the back of the white man. The next second, the man in white screamed and staggered. Du Ruihan, who had red eyes, stabbed him in the back. This time, blood spurted out, and there were a few screams in the dance floor, and people began to scatter outside the nightclub.

There are many people in Neptune, and at this time there is chaos. Wang Hao and Ning Yong are also wrapped in a strait and walk out the door. While walking, Wang Hao was thinking: "Du Ruihan can't afford to leave this time. Neptune has a murder incident. It is estimated that business will be closed and rectified. I will call Yuan Gang later and ask him to kill Neptune. Then see if Leng Qiang dares to be awesome."

Just as he walked out of Neptune's gate, Wang Hao felt relaxed. After all, being surrounded by crowds was a very dangerous thing, and at this time he was afraid that Miyamoto Nosuke would appear, because he was crowded and was stabbed, and there was no place to dodge.

And just as he relaxed, he suddenly felt a figure shaking in front of him, and then a metal impact sound came from his ear, and a huge force came from his back waist. His body lost its balance and staggered towards the front.

But the next second, Wang Hao immediately gritted his teeth and restored his balance. At the same time, he saw that Ning Yong had arrived behind him and chased a black shadow.

Although there were two millimeters of steel plates on his back, the power of Miyamoto Nosuke's knife just now was too heavy. Wang Hao felt a needle-like pain in his waist. He couldn't move for a moment, and he couldn't bear the pain as soon as he moved. He couldn't help but say in his heart: "Fuck, I won't be hit by the secret force, right?"

Miyamoto Nosuke's assassination was very hidden. No one knew about the scene except Wang Hao and Ning Yong. Wang Hao staggered forward just now. The others thought it was because of the crowding, so no one paid attention to him and were looking at Neptune's nightclub. The white man had already fallen in a pool of blood. At the same time, Du Ruihan was also stunned. As for Mi Chen, he had already followed the crowd to the outside of the nightclub and had disappeared at this time.

"Why haven't Ning Yong come back? Now that anyone can kill his life alone, it hurts so much. The Japanese won't really use dark energy, right? Fuck him, stab someone with a knife, and add dark energy. Does this bastard know that I'm wearing plate armor? It's impossible. If he knew, he wouldn't have stabbed the back." Wang Hao thought to himself.

In fact, he was thinking too much and did not use any hidden power. It was just that Miyamoto Nosuke's power was too great. Although the knife just now had no penetration power of a bullet, it was not small and was stabbed just in the eye of the waist, so Wang Hao felt the pain like a needle and did not dare to move his waist.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before Ning Yong came back about two to three minutes.

"How is it?" Wang Hao asked anxiously: "Did you catch up?"

"No!" Ning Yong shook his head: "Uncle Second, are you okay?"

"I don't know, my back pain is so painful that I can't move. I feel like a needle prick. I won't get hidden force, please help me see." Wang Hao said.

Ning Yong immediately checked and took off the two millimeter steel plates on Wang Hao's back. He found that they had been completely deformed. There was a pointed depression at the waist, and a small hole had been penetrated by the tip of the knife.

Wang Hao looked at the steel plate and felt scared. He was worthy of being a top killer. The power of this knife was too strong.

Ning Yong gently kneaded Wang Hao’s waist and eyes with his hands a few times, rubbed his blood stasis and then asked him to try to move slowly.

A few minutes later, Wang Hao's waist could finally move, and the pain like a needle prick became much lighter: "Ning Yong, don't you have any secret energy?" He asked worriedly.

"No, don't worry, second uncle!" Ning Yong replied.

"Before the Japanese approached me this time, they didn't feel any murderous intention at all. It's really a hell." Wang Hao said.

"Since he is a top killer, he can definitely hide his murderous intent." Ning Yong explained.

"By the way, why did he let him run away?" Wang Hao stared at Ning Yong with a puzzled look on his face and asked.

"You have specialized in your skills, and the Japanese know ninjutsu." Ning Yong said.

"Ninjutsu?"

"It's just using the hiding technique of the environment. As soon as I turned around, I just couldn't find him. I clearly felt that he was nearby, but unfortunately I couldn't find him. I couldn't feel it after half a minute." Ning Yong said briefly.

"It seems difficult to deal with." Wang Hao sighed.

"Yeah!" Ning Yong nodded with a solemn expression on his face. This was the first opponent to threaten him after he entered the realm of transformation.
Chapter completed!