If this is a timid person, the momentum on Wang Meng alone would scare him to death.

He is actually a master among experts?

Peter felt that Wang Meng's aura was similar to his father, and he was even stronger because Wang Meng was young, and youth was the advantage.

Peter Ran's face was pale, knowing that he was definitely not Wang Meng's opponent.

"Go together!" Peter suddenly shouted, but his body quickly retreated and rushed towards the door.

He is arrogant, but he is not a fool. He will not do anything to die.

However, he forgot the qualities he should have as a killer and calm down! He made a fatal mistake, that is, he forgot the dozens of gunmen in front of the rostrum, forgot that the door had been empty for a long time, and that he had become a living target in a place where no one was there!

If he remained unmoved in the standing place, he would only face Wang Meng, and there were a few killer elites around him, so he could hold on for a while.

Moreover, there were many reporters there squatting on the ground, trembling. Those were his cover, and it might even make the other party feel scruples and dare not shoot the reporters. After all, this press conference was held by Li Feifei. When the reporter died, Wushuang Media could not explain to the Italian government.

However, although Peter was a killer, he always grew up under the protection of his father. Under Wang Meng's powerful aura, he panicked and panicked.

Dadadada....

The bursting gunshot suddenly sounded like a bean-burning sound. Peter, who was praised by the Killer Guild as a powerful martial arts master and had the hope of inheriting his father's position, was instantly beaten into a sieve and fell to the ground.

Killers need to be cultivated, not your martial arts high-strength rice wine is suitable for being a killer. Peter, who is always protected under his wings, is sad. Even before he dies, he forgot that he knows martial arts and forgets to hide, and everything is just a mess because of fear. Killers need calmness the most...

At the same time as the gunshots, Wang Meng's figure flashes out quickly and shuttles between the killers.

The military spear in Wang Meng's hand slashed through dazzling light. Although the killers in front of him were all exerted, they were vulnerable at all.

In just over a dozen seconds, these killers were corpses on the ground. Moreover, they were all in the heart, and were stabbed to the heart and felt cold, running through the front and back, blood flowing, and they could not die anymore.

After killing all the killers, Wang Meng glanced at Peter's body not far away and couldn't help but sigh, "Is this Peter a killing technique of death?" Why is it so vulnerable?

"Peter..." Suddenly, a sad roar sounded outside the door, and a figure shot from outside the door, with a very fast speed.

Wang Meng raised his hand to stop the brothers of the mercenary group who were raising their guns to shoot.

The person who came was a tall and thin foreign old man with white hair and shriveled skin, his face full of old pleats, pale skin as paper, and his whole body seemed to be nothing but bones.

Wang Meng just glanced at him and his eyes narrowed. He saw that this person was a master.

Although he is a master and has a very fast speed, he may not be as fast as the dense bullets. But Wang Meng's eyes were sharp and he saw a large number of policemen appearing at the door.

Killing people in front of the local police? Even Wang Meng had to be afraid. He was not worried about his own safety, but about the incident involving Li Feifei.

Wang Meng regretted it now. If he had known it, he would not have said at the press conference that he was Li Feifei's younger brother. Now, he can't even run away.

The monk ran away, the temple is still there!

"Why don't you listen to Father's words? Why are you coming?" Old Paul hugged his son's body, and tears flowed.

"You killed my son?" Suddenly, Old Paul stared at Wang Meng with a pair of green eyes. His eyes were filled with fierce light, hatred was overwhelming, and there was an infinite look of regret.

"Only he is allowed to kill people? I am not allowed to kill him?" Wang Meng looked at the old foreign man and said lightly.

"Do you know his identity? Do you still need to be responsible for killing people? What qualifications do you have to kill him?" The old man gently put down Peter's body, said word by word, and walked towards Wang Meng step by step.

Although Old Paul was skinny and bone-skinned, his momentum improved step by step as he moved forward.

This is not murderous aura, but a strange aura.

Wang Meng's eyes shrank again.

Internal force?

This is the breath of internal force!

This old man actually cultivated his internal strength.

Internal strength, also known as Dantian strength, belongs to the internal martial arts power. The internal strength of martial arts is equivalent to the true qi produced by qigong, but it is definitely much stronger than qigong.

In today's world, warriors who have cultivated their internal strength are all mythical existences, but not without them, but they are definitely rare.

Only by having internal strength can one be called a warrior.

powerful!

Very strong!

Wang Meng made a comment.

Wang Meng looked at the old Paul step by step and said lightly, "You are Canio Paul, the president of the Heaven Killer Guild? He is your son Peter? Actually, I know your identity very well!"

Wang Meng faced the old Paul who was pressing step by step, and the murderous aura on his body suddenly disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Meng lost any momentum, and even got angry. He was like a dead person without life, but Wang Meng's eyes were moving and he could still speak, which proved that he was still alive.

Old Paul was stunned when he heard Wang Meng's answer. Suddenly, he saw Wang Meng's strange changes. Old Paul's expression changed drastically. He immediately stopped and stared at Wang Meng, but his aura was still increasing.

At this time, more than a dozen local policemen with live ammunition rushed in outside, but when they saw Old Paul confronting Wang Meng, they didn't move, but just blocked the door.

Obviously, these policemen knew Paul Old and came with him.

However, when these policemen saw dozens of men in black who were armed with guns and live ammunition, their faces changed. They saw that these men in black were good, and at least their weapons were better than theirs.

These policemen came on orders, and they were not allowed to leave at this time, and they would have been able to stay. If it were normal, they would have been able to bear the pole.

"Do you know me? Who are you?" Old Paul stared at Wang Meng in green eyes, as if he wanted to see through Wang Meng. Wang Meng's strange changes made Old Paul feel alert and very cautious.

"You can't afford to offend someone!" Wang Meng said calmly. When he spoke, his mouth was not even opened, but his voice was very penetrating, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

If Wang Meng didn't speak and didn't move his eyes at this time, and he would say he was a sculpture, everyone believed him.

"Coax all the useless people away!" Old Paul suddenly turned around and said to the police.

The policemen gritted their teeth and looked at the men in black, and walked carefully to the reporters who were still squatting on the ground, scared to the point of being disgusted.

Seeing that the man in black did not move, the police breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped the reporters leave, and the equipment was also taken away.

In the blink of an eye, the venue became much empty.

Old Paul glanced at the rostrum. On the rostrum, Li Feifei and others were gone long ago.

This is the Morgan Hotel, and the scene is controlled by Bobcat and others. When the brothers of the dozens of brothers fell from the sky, Bobcat and others immediately escorted Li Feifei and others to move out of the back door.

Old Paul glanced at the dozens of men in black standing behind Wang Meng. His eyelids jumped, and they were not weak, and they were stronger than his subordinates.

Old Paul is not a good man. Although he is frightened, he is not afraid of it. This is his nest. He is not even afraid of the government. Who is he afraid of?

Old Paul stared at Wang Meng with a resentful look, gritted his teeth and said, "There are all my people outside, and no one of you can escape! No matter who you are, if you kill my son, you must die! If you commit suicide, I can spare them!"

"Are you afraid of me?" Wang Meng's voice was still plain, and his mouth still didn't move.

At this time, Wang Meng's face gradually changed from blush to pale, and was still changing to gray. His eyelids seemed to be very heavy and were gradually closing.

"Afraid of you? Hahaha? Young man? You overestimate yourself! Don't think that you feel invincible after practicing the evil devil's martial arts. You don't even deserve to carry my shoes!" A box of proud and arrogant old Paul thought that Wang Meng's strange state at this time was that he had practiced some evil skills, but he was confident that he had killed Wang Meng because he had cultivated his internal strength.

People who know how to do martial arts may think that all skills, internal strength, evil skills, and evil techniques are all fabricated, but in fact, it is not true. In today's world, practicing muscles, bones, skin and breathing inside is not a false statement! The world is so great that you don't know, it doesn't mean there is nothing.

Old Paul said, his aura had increased to the extreme, and his shriveled body gradually became plump, his face became rosy and full, and he instantly looked completely different from the two.

Old Paul's state is completely opposite to Wang Meng's state. One is full of vitality and the other is lifeless, just like a dead person!

The only difference is that except for the change in his skin and his body seems to have no life breath, Wang Meng has no change. His body is still the original strong body, neither fat nor thin. There is no change.

"Kill you! Just one move!" Wang Meng narrowed the old Paul and suddenly said lightly.

"Hmph! He is shameless!" Old Paul snorted coldly. Although he felt that the martial arts that Wang Meng practiced were indeed strange, he was self-reliant and had internal strength and was fearless. How many martial artists in the world today have cultivated internal strength?

Peter and Paul Old are worthy of being father and son, both arrogant and arrogant.

However, Paul Old does have the capital to be arrogant because he has developed internal strength. But Paul Peter, the youngest, did not cultivate any of them, but he still had to pretend to be B.

As the saying goes, pretending to be B will definitely be struck by lightning!

Paul Little has been killed.

"No need to kill you!" Old Paul suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like thunder.

The sound echoed in the venue, and the ears of Bobcats and others roared continuously, and they instantly became deaf!

Everyone was shocked! How could a shout have such great power?

Old Paul's body suddenly accelerated with the loud shout and rushed towards Wang Meng. It was as fast as lightning, turning into a afterimage, causing a whistling sound.

Facing the old Paul who was shooting, Wang Meng still didn't move at all!

A distance of more than twenty meters was reached in the blink of an eye, and Old Paul punched Wang Meng's head, and he wanted to blow Wang Meng's head and avenge his son!

However, suddenly a crisp gunshot sounded.

Old Paul's body suddenly seemed to be hit by a huge force and flew backwards...

Old Paul flew backwards four or five meters before landing.

Although Old Paul was still standing when he landed, he was already unable to stand firm and staggered.

Old Paul's face was twisted, his eyes were filled with fear and reluctance. He covered his abdomen with his left hand, and a big hole had been blown up there, and blood was flowing, which instantly dyed Old Paul's palm red.

Old Paul pointed at Wang Meng with his right hand and opened his mouth wide: "You...Dam flick..."

"Anyone who dares to hurt the people around me must die!" Wang Meng grinned.

Swish!
To be continued...