Wang Lai heard the rushing footsteps and suddenly turned around, with a ferocious expression:

"Catch him!"

A big man stepped forward quickly and chased Wang Lai in a few steps. He grabbed his collar and pulled him over to the ground.

Wang Lai said coldly: "Wang Er, what do you mean?"

Wang Er's face turned pale: "No... nothing..."

"Then what are you running?"

"I didn't run."

Wang Lai's expression gradually became colder.

Wang Er gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't take us to steal the mine at all!"

Wang Lai looked a little surprised, and then said coldly:

"How did you know?"

Wang Er pointed to the mine deep in the middle and said, "There is no mine here at all, nothing!"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Yu's face changed suddenly. He took a few steps back and wanted to escape.

But it was too late, Wang Lai had already pulled out his knife and slashed at Lao Yu's head with one knife.

Lao Yutou was old and weak, so he was no match for Wang Lai, let alone being caught off guard.

He was slashed on the shoulder by Wang Lai, and then kicked hard. He collapsed to the ground, leaning against the cold stone wall, panting heavily.

Tang Wu was still a little stunned. He didn't understand why Wang Er suddenly wanted to run away, nor did he understand why everyone suddenly took action...

"Brother Wang, what's going on?"

Before he could finish his words, the gangster next to him suddenly punched him in the abdomen.

Tang Wu suffered a pain, covered his stomach and slowly knelt down.

Before he could react to what was going on, another gangster had already hit the back of his head with a stick.

This stick was mixed with spiritual power and had a strong force. After the beat, blood was stained on the stick, and Tang Wu slowly fell to the ground.

Wang Ermu shouted anxiously:

"Tang Wu!"

Although he and Tang Wu have different surnames, they grew up together and mined together, and have a good relationship.

He just wanted to escape alone, but he was just afraid for a moment and instinctively wanted to run away, but he didn't expect that Wang Lai and others could really attack Tang Wu.

Why did anyone have no grievances and no grudges kill him?

Wang Er's eyes were so angry that he said to Wang Lai:

"Wang Laipi, you fucking..."

A gangster punched him in the face, interrupting him, and then someone hit him in the head with a stick.

There was blood oozing out from Wang Er's head, and his head slowly hanged down.

Lao Yu collapsed to the ground and said bitterly:

"Wang, what do you want?"

Wang Lai shrugged, "You poor people are suffering even when they live. It is better to die and suffer less, so that I can earn some spirit stone flowers."

Old Yu's face turned gray.

He should have thought of it long ago.

Wang Lai is a jackal. It is impossible for him to share his flesh with a jackal, just to make a fuss with a tiger.

I shouldn't have been greedy for a moment and believed the king's words.

Old Yu said fearfully: "Let us go. I will give you whatever you want."

Wang Lai sneered, "What can you do? You have a wealthy person, I don't know if it's worth a spirit stone, what's there to talk about?"

"Tang Wu and the others are still young, don't..."

“Young and strong, the price is better.”

A gangster said, "Brother, it's getting late, so I can't stay here for a long time."

Wang Lai nodded, "That's what he said."

He turned his head, looked at Lao Yu's head, and said with a sarcastic smile:

"I told you, wealth and honor are in danger. If you don't encounter any danger, where can you get wealth and honor? But this risk is yours, and wealth and honor are mine."

Old Yu's voice trembled a little, "Kill us, what are the benefits of you?"

Wang Lai smiled, "Don't worry about this."

Several gangsters took out the iron chain from the storage bag and locked both Wang Er and Tang Wu.

Wang Lai reminded: "Cut the heart pulse and kill them, don't hurt your limbs or break your skin."

Then he glanced at Lao Yu's head again, "I'll do this old man."

Wang Lai has high cultivation and ruthless methods. He wants to kill Lao Yu, without any effort.

When death comes to an end, Lao Yu is both frightened and regretful.

You shouldn't be greedy and deal with people like Wang Lai.

Then I felt deeply guilty again.

The mine repairman's life was miserable. His son died early and depended on his grandson for life.

Once you die, you will leave a lonely and helpless grandson, but how can you live...

If he dies, will the young grandson who depends on each other have clothes to wear, will he eat a bite of food, will he be bullied, and will he starve to death on the street at night...

Lao Yutou felt bitter in his heart.

He was both in pain because he could not take care of his grandson and regretted because he was greedy.

He cried and begged:

"Wang, I beg you, spare my life, please...my little grandson..."

Wang Lai was unmoved at all. He held the knife in his right hand and raised it high, with an insensitive sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Old Yu's head was like falling from an ice cellar, and he could only watch the knife slashed at his chest.

His old tears became cold, and his eyes were filled with despair.

At this moment, a dark red light flashed by, illuminating the dark mine.

The fire was dazzling, and the surging fire-type spiritual power came to the face.

Old Yu couldn't help but close his eyes. After a while, when he opened his eyes, he found that his chest was intact and he was not dead.

He looked up dumbly and saw Wang Lai's entire arm igniting a raging fire.

The crimson tongue of flame licked Wang Lai's arm and burned his right arm to charred. The knife in his right hand had long fallen to the ground.

Wang Lai suffered from the burning of the fire, half-kneeled on the ground and struggled to speak.

Lao Yutou's numb mind gradually turned around.

That was...fireball?

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Chapter completed!