The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

In the past six months, the S organization has aggressively recruited members, searched for weapons everywhere, and massacred civilians.

The Yiwu government army fought against the S organization many times, but they were all repulsed by their fearlessness.

Yan Tao felt that these terrorists should be similar to the star robbers in the star field.

It's a pity that the method is too low-handed.

Can't get into her eyes.

The car drove on the Gobi for almost an hour.

In the dusty sky, several buildings appeared faintly.

Saw the destination.

Ethan also breathed a sigh of relief.

It's his place.

I don't believe this kid can still make waves!

"Here we are, get out of the car."

Yan Tao glanced over the building.

The outermost building was picked up like a tower. If someone wants to attack from here, I'm afraid they won't get any benefits.

Yan Tao's eyebrows moved, a smile curled up on his lips, his picturesque eyebrows shone brightly, and he told Nika in a low voice, "Just be quiet and take care of yourself."

Nika was so nervous that her whole body was stiff, and sweat was seeping from her palms.

Hearing this, he nodded nervously and swallowed.

Eight heavily armed guards stood at the gate, saw the three of them, and raised their guns at the same time.

"Pass."

Ethan pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.

The pass was written crookedly on it, along with the time and date of passage.

Yan Tao took a glance...

The corners of his lips twitched.

It's really a primitive base.

That word is written like a dog crawling.

The sentry moved away the fence, Ethan walked in front, and Young Master Yan swayed in with his arms around the beauty's waist.

The buildings here are very Arabic-style, and people from the S organization come and go, wearing hoods and fully armed.

The young man walked among them with such a casual posture, which was unusually conspicuous.

Ethan led them outside the hall, "Wait a moment, I'll go in and report to the boss."

"Boss, Mr. T is here."

Ethan took a step forward respectfully, and whispered a few words in the ear of the bearded middle-aged man.

Noah Wendon.

The leader of Organization S has a standard Arab appearance, with whiskers covering almost half of his face, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Ethan elaborated on what was going on outside the village, and Noah narrowed his eyes, "Let Mr. T come in first."

"yes."

There were three or four other people in the hall, all of whom were senior members of the S organization.

They never thought that such a person would be sent by the notorious Eastern European arms company.

Young, looks like a teenager.

thin.

His body was so thin and pale that he seemed about to fall to the ground at any moment.

Almost monstrously handsome, his sickly pale skin did not hide his appearance at all.

Very much like the vampires in ancient legends.

Nobility, and evil.

Young Master Yan embraced the girl and glanced lazily at everyone.

He sat down on the sofa with his straight and slender legs draped casually, looking like a grandpa.

"Who will pour me a glass of water? What a broken place you are, the sky is full of dust, I almost choked to death."

Out of words, arrogant and domineering.

Everyone fell silent.

They are used to being frightened by others.

I have never, ever seen someone as arrogant as Yan Tao.

The point is, even if this young man is arrogant, his cold and arrogant attitude seems to be taken for granted.

It seemed that he was born to sit there high above.

"T, this is our territory, Alva's death, please give us an explanation."