He Feihong sneered: "I know you are great, but no matter how good your martial arts are, can you survive if I shoot you in the head? Now you'd better figure out your situation. I'll give you a chance now. You'll transfer all the money you earned from me into my bank card, and I can save your life."
He thought that he had completely controlled Zhou Lang, and it was undoubtedly not him who would die today, but Zhou Lang.
Of course, even if Zhou Lang really returns him the huge sum of billions won from his underground boxing ring and casino, he will kill Zhou Lang because he knows very well that there is an endless relationship between him and Zhou Lang, and only one of the two people can survive.
"If you think you can kill me with a gun, then you can try it." Zhou Lang said lightly, then looked into He Feihong's eyes.
Of course, Zhou Lang was using mental control techniques to control He Feihong's spirit. In fact, there were too many ways to snatch He Feihong's gun.
He Feihong's originally murderous eyes suddenly became a little confused.
Zhou Lang's cultivation has improved greatly now, and he has entered the foundation-building stage from the Qi Refining Stage. His mental control method is much stronger than before. With just one look, he can control the minds of these secular people.
"Give me your gun." Zhou Lang's voice slowly rang.
Without any resistance, He Feihong handed the pistol to Zhou Lang.
The next moment, Zhou Lang contacted the method of mind control. He Feihong was holding a gun on his head, but now he was holding a gun on He Feihong's head.
"He Feihong, who is undoubtedly the one who will die now?" Zhou Lang sneered.
"You...how did you do it?" He Feihong was shocked. He never expected that the situation would completely change in an instant.
"You don't need to know how I did it. You just need to die soon." Zhou Lang slapped He Feihong's heart with a palm and then left.
He Feihong died, dead in his villa. After the police found his body, they wanted to investigate the cause of death, but they could not find out anything.
...
The next night, in the presidential suite of a Linjiang Night View Hotel in Hong Kong, Zhou Lang and Deng Qi were sitting next to the coffee table on the balcony, each holding a wine glass, looking at the shimmering Xiangjiang River below, feeling very comfortable.
"He Feihong is dead, Deng Qi, you can finally rest assured." Zhou Lang raised his glass to Deng Qi and said.
"Brother Wolf, thank you really. You changed my life. If it weren't for you, I would definitely not be able to escape the magic trap of that bastard He Feihong."
Deng Qi and Zhou Lang clinked glasses, and said with some emotion.
"You are all my women, and you still say thank you?" Zhou Lang smiled.
"Brother Wolf, you are so nice. From now on, I will follow you all my life." Deng sat on Zhou Lang's thigh with a wine glass, and blew like orchids in Zhou Lang's ears, and said emotionally. She had never been moved by a man for so many years. She felt very lucky. She met the true emperor when she fell in love for the first time.
Deng Qi was originally a beautiful and beautiful woman. After drinking a little red wine, her face became even more rosy. She whispered next to Zhou Lang, making Zhou Lang feel his ears scattered, and he couldn't help but feel excited.
He couldn't help but kiss Deng Qi on the face and said, "Then let's have a drink bar."
Deng Qi obediently raised the wine glass, and their arms overlapped together.
After drinking a cup, Deng Qi became even more drunk, but she was really a top beauty. She didn't smell any alcohol on her body, and she still exuded a charming body fragrance.
"Let's forget it after drinking almost." Zhou Lang was afraid that Deng Qi would drink, so he arrived.
"Then we won't drink it." Deng Qi put the wine glass on the coffee table, snuggled in Zhou Lang's arms, and looked at Zhou Lang with charming eyes and said, "Brother Wolf, He Feihong is dead. It's a surprise you gave me. From now on, I won't have to worry about anything anymore. Tonight, I'll give you a surprise."
"What surprise?" Zhou Lang asked curiously.
"You have been busy teaching He Feihong a lesson these days, and I am staying in your ancestral copper coins and studying the art of incense cultivation... Today... Today I have fully mastered the art of incense cultivation."
Deng Qi said that when it comes to the incense cultivation technique, her ears are red. After all, this involves the love between men and women, and she is still a big girl. Although she has been intimate with Zhou Lang countless times, because Zhou Lang has not practiced to the Golden Pill stage, she has not really become Zhou Lang's woman. Now that she has talked about this, she is of course shy.
"Really?" Zhou Lang said happily: "It seems that your ability to comprehend is amazing. That's really great. Tonight, you will be my woman."
After saying that, Zhou Lang picked up Deng Qi and was about to go to the bedroom. He had long wanted to press Deng Qi, a top beauty, under him. Because Deng Qi had not learned the technique of fragrant cultivation, he kept patient. To be honest, he hugged Deng Qi to sleep every night during this period, which was really a torment, because Deng Qi's figure was so good that it was easy for him to think about it. Now he could take action against Deng Qi seriously, of course he couldn't wait.
"Brother Wolf, are you too impatient... Let's go take a shower first..." Deng Qi said shyly.
"Okay." Zhou Lang nodded, hugged Deng Qi, who was already a little hot, and walked towards the bathroom. He was a person who had experienced it, so of course he knew the importance of playing with some mood.