Chapter 1211    Please allow me to follow you!

Deep in the Yunlong Mountains, a robbery scene is being staged in a clearing.

"It's so cool!"

"Take all the money!"

"Otherwise, I'll ask you to taste the feeling of thousands of arrows piercing the heart!"

Su Chen used his mind power to control hundreds of branches and sharpened his knife toward Cheng Zhiji on the ground.

Cheng Zhiji's calf and thigh were pierced by branches, and blood was flowing, making Meng Yiren and Yuan Guoliang's faces pale.

Fortunately, as a warrior, Cheng Zhiji had strong physical fitness and immediately pressed the acupoint to stop the bleeding, but his face was still pale...

"You kill me!"

"Anyway, I've paid the money, it's a dead end! Isn't it?"

Cheng Zhiji suddenly became a man and gritted his teeth and glared at Su Chen angrily, "I just blame my clumsy eyes. I didn't realize that you were actually an awakened S-level alien!"

"This time, I've fallen!"

Speak.

He simply closed his eyes and waited for death on the spot.

.

A few minutes later.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"I said!!"

"I said!!!"

"Stop calling me!!!"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The cry of Cheng Zhiji's miserable human being echoed in the sky above the dense forest, and the birds and beasts scattered in shock.

After Su Chen took out the electric therapy chair that he had not used for a long time and tortured him, he immediately surrendered and roared at the top of his lungs!

The maximum pain limit for the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King’s electric therapy chair is 10,000dol. Ordinary people can’t even bear 100dol. Cheng Zhiji is worthy of being a warrior who steps into the realm of military generals with half a foot. He still stubbornly grits his teeth until 800dol.

However, when Su Chen pulled the second operating rod, he immediately collapsed.

This kind of pain is not something that humans can bear. At this time, Cheng Zhiji had only one thought in his mind, that is, death and complete liberation.

"The account password of my Swiss account main card... is..."

Su Chen wrote it down and immediately called the satellite phone to inquire. The bank’s customer service staff told him that there were a total of 400 million yuan in it! Gold!

"I'll go, 400 million!"

"Add to the previous 100 million, a total of 500 million gold!"

"How much money did this guy steal and how many people have he killed in this way over the years?"

Su Chen hung up the phone and sighed.

"Let me go...please...let me go..."

Cheng Zhiji was still making the final struggle, "Those are really all my money, please..."

"Go to hell to confess."

Su Chen casually took back the electric therapy chair and pinched it with a big hand!

After a slight obstacle, Cheng Zhiji's head burst on the spot, and red and white objects splashed all over the ground.

Su Chen took a deep breath.

500 million yuan, equivalent to 3.55 billion yuan, is the wealth that ordinary people can't earn in their lifetimes, and he just got it.

But, to be honest, this is an ill-gotten fortune, covered in blood.

Why do many people like to store ill-gotten wealth in Swiss banks?

That's because this bank is so special, and the country where it is located always maintains a neutral attitude in the world. Its only purpose is that the customer is God. They will never leak the customer's identity information, even if the other party is a policeman.

"Forget it, Cheng Zhiji is dead. I can't save him. I will force him to ask who he has harmed and then throw the money into the other party's relative's account one by one?"

"I'll just take it."

"The money did nothing wrong."

Su Chen shrugged.

He threw out a fire and burned Cheng Zhiji's body to ashes. He walked back to his original place.

Meng Yiren and Yuan Guoliang were still slumped on the ground, not knowing what was going on, they just stared at Su Chen with great horror.

Especially Yuan Guoliang, his crotch was wet, which was obviously scared.

He met Su Chen on the high-speed rail for the first time. He didn't expect that this young man who looked young, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, was such a terrifying existence!

The three people from the Nine Palaces and Bagua Sect were so weak that they were as weak as little chickens, and they were slaughtering at will!

What is that ability to manipulate branches...

"Don't kill me!"

"Don't kill me! Please!!"

"I was wrong, I really knew I was wrong..."

Before Su Chen could come, Yuan Guoliang turned over and knelt on the ground, kowtowed wildly, and his nose and tears fell down.

Meng Yiren sat on the dead branches and leaves on the ground, her two long and white legs were gathered together, and her beautiful eyes were filled with fear.

"Kill you?"

"You're thinking too much."

Su Chen came over and curled his lips, "I am different from that kind of person. I have not violated my interests. Why should I kill you? I'm still annoyed."

"ah?"

Yuan Guoliang didn't expect Su Chen to spare him now. He was stunned for several seconds before he dared to take a breath.

Meng Yiren was relieved when she saw Su Chen not interested in them. This guy seemed to be a normal person...

"That, may I ask..."

"Where is Cheng Zhiji?"

Meng Yiren plucked up the courage to ask.

Su Chen sneered and looked at her, "Why, are you still thinking about him?"

"No!"

Meng Yiren stood up from the ground, her pretty face twisted slightly, and she gritted her teeth, "I wish he could go to hell! Go to the eighteen levels of hell! This beast, scum, kills thousands of swords!"

"Don't worry, he's dead."

Su Chen said casually.

"Die...dead?"

Meng Yiren's beautiful eyes changed her expression and quickly bowed to Su Chen, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

"I have something to do, let's go first."

Su Chen said this and turned around and went deep into the mountains.

Meng Yiren and Yuan Guoliang were shocked!

"No...sorry!"

Meng Yiren suddenly raised her voice, grabbed her collar with her right hand tightly, and shouted behind Su Chen, "May I ask, can you...can you send us back?"

“We pay!”

"Hundreds of thousands!"

"No, two hundred thousand! two hundred thousand!"

It could be heard that Meng Yiren's voice was very scared and nervous. She had guessed that Su Chen would probably not care about her, but she still wanted to work hard.

"Two hundred thousand..."

Su Chen turned around speechlessly, "Don't you know that warriors are extraordinary groups in society and are not short of money?"

"Do you know how much Cheng Zhiji gave me just now?"

"Five hundred million!"

"Gold!"
To be continued...