Young Master Lu looked for his name and saw eight men in black coming out together. They all had masks on their faces, so it was impossible to see their faces clearly.
Lu Mingjun was very interested in this kind of dress and the aura on their bodies.
It seemed that these people were the most powerful beings he had ever encountered so far, and Lu Mingjun had no confidence in defeating them.
"I wonder who the eight of you are and why are you following me? I don't seem to have offended you, right? This is also the first time we have met."
Lu Mingjun looked at these eight people and asked coldly.
"Are you Lu Mingjun?"
The leader spoke again, his voice was really painful.
Lu Mingjun really didn't want to talk to him, but now he needed to find out the other party's identity, so he had to continue.
"Yes, I am Lu Mingjun!"
"Since you are Lu Mingjun, it means that we have found the wrong person. Someone wants your life, and we are just here to execute it.
Are you going to kill yourself to apologize? Or are we going to take off your head, and you can choose one?"
After hearing this, Mr. Lu had a smile on his face.
It is undeniable that these eight people are indeed very strong, but what these guys talk about is quite interesting.
They even allowed themselves to commit suicide, did they really think of themselves as gods?
Little did he know that in his eyes, these eight people were just training targets. If they were not strong, then Uncle Lu would not be interested in them.
"There is no problem in wanting my life, but the prerequisite is that you don't have such strength. If you can only brag, then it won't be interesting.
Before I take action, I want to figure out one thing, which force you belong to. I don’t know your origins yet. Isn’t this a bit inconsistent with the rules?”
Lu Mingjun watched these eight people chatting without feeling nervous at all.
Judging from his current performance, the eight guards of the Nie family gave him a thumbs up in their hearts.
That calmness was definitely not an act, which showed that Lu Mingjun had absolute confidence in his own strength.
No wonder Nie Guangmao would find eight of his brothers. It is really difficult for him to play such a role.
There is nothing that cannot be said about a dying person.
So the eighth guard boss spoke again: "We are the eight guards of the Nie family. The head of the family has ordered us to take your head back to deliver a report, so you must die today!"
"The Eight Guards of the Nie Family? Forgive me for being ignorant. I really haven't heard of it, but it doesn't matter. Since you are a member of the Nie Family, it is normal for you to come to me for revenge.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting my head, but I also want to see what you’re worth. If I can’t get over it, then you can’t take my head with you!”
Lu Mingjun said with a smile, such masters are rare, and you must seize this opportunity.
If he could break through at home, it would really be a good choice for Mr. Lu.
"It's true that we eight brothers haven't seen such an outstanding young man like you for many years.
If we put it in the past, maybe we could become good friends, but now there is no such chance. You must die today, no one can save you!"
The boss of the Eight Guards spoke again, but at this time the other seven people who had not spoken immediately stood in various directions and surrounded Lu Mingjun tightly.
Young Master Lu felt great pressure from them. The strength of these eight people was average, and there were no weak links at all.