Both of them ran with all their strength, but Tang Hu was even more shocked. This kid obviously had no internal energy fluctuations, but he could reach this level based on physical strength alone. Who would believe it?
What's even more bizarre is that when he approached the riverside, he didn't stop. Instead, he took advantage of the trend and jumped into the air like a plane taking off after a sprint, and jumped directly down the ten-meter-high slope.
Tang Hu roared and followed without hesitation. The air flow completely blew his hair up, standing back like a steel needle.
"Boy, don't run away. No matter what your background is, since you fall into the hands of the uncle, just suffer death!"
In the world of power, there is no reason. The law of the jungle is that the winner is king!
Therefore, in the eyes of Fan Kang and Tang Hu, there are no secular rules and regulations at all. When meeting a strong person, either as a prey or as a hunter, there is no need for hatred or any reason.
Fan Kang stood on the beach, the cold wind blowing his hair into twists and turns. His person, like the cold wind, exuded a cold murderous intent, and his bright eyes had a hint of madness.
His blood was red, and he looked at Tang Hu quietly.
This is an opponent more dangerous than a leopard. Although he is only a one-star warrior, he is definitely a predator.
This was completely different from the feeling Li Feixiong gave him. Although Li Feixiong was good in strength, he was not aggressive. He was like a tamed beast. Although it was scary, it was not dangerous. But now Tang Hu was just
Like wild beasts in the primeval forest, once you encounter them, you will die or I will die.
Tang Hu also felt the murderous intent in Fan Kang's eyes, and his contempt went away. He stared at Fan Kang and said coldly: "Looking at the murderous intent in your eyes, it turns out that you are also an immortal murderer. He must not be an unknown person."
Sir, please tell me your name. I, Tang Hu, am known as the Mad Tiger in the underground world and will not kill unknown people."
The corners of Fan Kang's mouth cracked slightly, his predatory eyes swept over the prey in front of him, he bowed slightly, and in an instant, a dangerous aura burst out from him.
"It turns out that you are Mad Tiger, the trash that even ordinary people hunt down. You are number 108 on the bounty list, worth 30 million US dollars."
The so-called bounty list in the underground world is actually something similar to the killer ranking list. These 30 million US dollars are his net worth. Of course, this ranking is made up of piles of bones.
Thirty million is not only the bounty for others to buy Mad Tiger's head, but also ten times the reward Mad Tiger receives for accepting other people's tasks. In other words, if you want to ask him to kill someone, you have to pay at least US$3 million.
But if you kill Mad Tiger and go to his enemies to collect the reward, you can get 30 million US dollars.
Only people of the same type can feel the similar aura, just like the aura Tang Hu felt from Fan Kang now.
Fan Kang suddenly opened his hands, like a beast extending its claws, and his voice suddenly lowered, like a sharp blade piercing the heart of a mad tiger: "My name is Can Lang! Ranked 88th on the list! Worth 80 million US dollars!"
As soon as Fan Kang's words came out, Tang Hu jumped three meters away in disbelief and looked at the young man in front of him in shock, a chill rising all over his body.
Can Lang is a legend in the underground world. Although he became famous not long ago and his ranking is not high, he is well known for his ruthlessness and ruthlessness. Whenever he performs tasks, he is never left alive.