Chapter 58 Mleseyev, King of the Villains

The two guards were still a little hesitant, and the Yake roared louder: "It seems that you two idiots really don't pay attention to my words. Get out and let me teach this guy a lesson in person."

After saying that, he pulled out the nerve bundle stick aggressively, rushed to Di Changli with a fierce face, and hit him viciously.

The cold light flashed in Di Chang's eyes, and his body did not move at all, but his left foot suddenly lifted up like a poisonous snake. With lightning, he clicked on Yake's wrist waved. This foot didn't seem to have much strength, but Yake's wrist bone sounded crisply, and immediately strangely turned into a right angle, and the nerve bundle in his hand was thrown high. Let's fly far away.

Yak's face twisted ferociously, partly because of severe pain, partly because of horror, and shouted in unbelievablyly: "You, you dare to attack me. I'm going to skin you bastard... You two * raised donkeys, don't do it quickly." The two guards rushed forward, but they were so scared that they didn't dare to do anything again.

The two guards were also stunned. It was not that the fight in front of the base camp of the Workers' Association did not happen, but it was basically their own beating others, but no one dared to attack the people of the Workers' Association and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Hearing Yake screaming miserably, the two came to their senses and had to grit their teeth and was about to go up to subdue Di Changli. Di Changli glanced back, and his eyes were as if the electrode was intimidating. Both of them were cold in their hearts, and they couldn't help but stop and retreat from the dilemma.

Di Changli said indifferently, "You'd better go in and report. I'll wait here."

"Okay, okay." The two guards finally identified the situation. It seemed that they could not deal with the young man, so they had to hire someone to solve the problem and hurriedly turned around and ran into the building.

Naak was so angry that he almost went crazy and lost all his reason. Seeing that Di Changli didn't seem to pay attention to himself, he couldn't help pulling out a dagger and was about to sneak up from the side.

Di Changli frowned slightly, slightly on one side, and simply kicked the guy unconscious with a bullet leg. A group of people happened to come out of the building. Just as they saw this scene, a leading man was furious and shouted harshly, "Who dares to make trouble and hurt people here? Guys, take him down."

This group of people is about ten people. They are also guards and so on. Hearing the sound, everyone took out their nerve sticks and rushed over fiercely like a hungry wolf.

Looking at the crowd rushing with cold eyes, Di Changli's knife-like lips covered a trace of sneering light lines. To be honest, his previous peaceful posture was just a gesture, and the other party's act of force actually fell in his heart.

Seeing that a full martial arts was about to be staged here, the passers quickly ran away, and some of them were a little bold, so they stopped and watched from afar. At the same time, they secretly muttered who would come to the base camp of the Workers' Association to cause trouble. I'm afraid they would be impatient to live.

When the two sides were still a few meters away, Di Changli suddenly moved, and the eagle unfolded and rushed forward to meet the first person. Before the man could react, he had split his hand and grabbed the nerve bundle stick in his hand. By the way, he bent his arm and elbowed it rolled to the side. Before he came out, he fainted on the spot.

Then, Di Changli brazenly bumped into the crowd, and his figure was as fast as a lightning, rushing left and right. Anyone who came into contact with him was better than being struck by lightning and fell around one after another. No one could make two moves with Di Changli head-on.

In a moment, a group of people have all fallen to the ground. It is difficult for anyone to get up again, but they can't stop moaning. The people around them are stunned and surprised, and they are also secretly cheering themselves. The people of the Workers' Association have always been used to being arrogant. Many of the exiles in Karas City have suffered a lot, but they can't afford to provoke them. At this time, when they saw someone beating these guys, they naturally clapped their hands to cheer.

The two previous guards ran out of the building at this time. Seeing this, they were dumbfounded and didn't know what to do.

"How's it going?" Di Changli asked them as if nothing had happened.

"Well, we have reported it." The two quickly answered, looked at their colleagues all over the ground, summoned up their courage and said, "Sir, this, what's going on..."

"Oh, don't worry." Di Changli said indifferently, "They just temporarily lost the ability to act, and their lives will not be in danger."

This is not what we are worried about. These guys usually exclude our brothers. All day long, they use tiger power to dictate our brothers to guard the door and take up all their good errands. Are they dead or not care about us? We are not happy yet. The two guards were full of gloating from the bottom of their hearts, and they had to put on a sad look on their faces and said carefully, "Sir, I'm afraid that you will bring you some unnecessary trouble by doing this. It's limited to our duty. We have to stay by your side. I hope you can understand."

"I won't do anything to you, as long as you can be calm." Di Changli nodded and said, "Let's maintain the status quo like this and wait for others to come out to speak."

"Okay, okay." The two guards nodded hurriedly.

Such a big movement in front of the building will naturally attract a lot of attention. After a while, another group of people rushed out, all holding guns in their hands, full of murderous atmosphere. Obviously, this group of talents are the real guardians of the base camp of the Workers' Association.

A tough man first waved his hand and let the men behind him disperse the control situation. Then he approached and stared coldly at Di Changli who was about to speak. Suddenly, the corners of his eyes jumped violently, as if he had seen a ghost. His face turned pale and stammered, "Are you... Are you from Monet? From the mine, that Mr. Di?"

Di Changli looked at him unexpectedly and was surprised, "Have you seen me?"

"Yes." Seeing that Di Changli admitted it, the tough man couldn't help trembling, quickly loosening his hand from the weapon, stabilized his mood, and said respectfully with obvious fear: "My name is Makalev. I went on a mission with Mr. Volsky some days ago and had a conflict with you..."

Di Changli understood as soon as he heard that this Makalev must have been one of the prisoners redeemed from the Monet mine by the Workers' Association. He nodded slightly and said, "I remember that we have not been in formal contact with each other. I didn't expect you to recognize me. This kind of sight is also rare."

Makalev shrank his neck uneasily and smiled bitterly in his heart. This is not his good eyesight, but that his memory is too deep. At that time, the tragically dead companions and Di Changli's evil images were always reflected in his mind. I can't forget them, and I don't know how many nightmares he has made now. He said more respectfully, "Sir, what can I do for you this time?"

Everyone was surprised to see that Makalev was like a mouse under the cat's paw in front of this young man, and he was more afraid than Volsky. The two guards were even more fortunate and wanted to be smart, so they were afraid of causing a terrible disaster.

Di Changli said indifferently, "There's nothing to do. I just want to meet Mr. Mireseyev and clarify the previous misunderstanding with him. However, these employees of your association don't seem to be very enthusiastic about the guests, so I will discipline Mr. Mireseyev by the way."

When will it be the workers' association's turn to be disciplined by unrelevant people? As the men who came out of Makalev were used to being arrogant, they suddenly appeared strangely when they heard the words. With a grumpy mind, they immediately stared at Di Changli viciously and shouted: "Damn it, which woman's crotch did you get out from..."

With a crisp sound, he slapped the words behind this guy back into his stomach, but it was Makalev who did it. This guy covered half of his red and swollen face and looked at Makalev angrily and aggrievedly. Makalev couldn't help but argue. He slapped him several times in a row and scolded angrily, "This gentleman is a distinguished guest. Your mother's brain is burned out. How dare you speak rudely? I have to smash your stinky mouth."

"Sir, I will teach this guy a good lesson. You don't care about villains. Don't be angry." Makalev turned his head and smiled at Di Changli, sweating in his heart, and secretly said that this man was really fucking stupid. If he hadn't been loyal to himself, I wouldn't have risked making this evil spirit angry to defend it.

Di Changli looked at him, but didn't say anything. Makalev's heart hung up, knowing that he was being seen out of his mind, and a slight sweat came out of his forehead. After a while, Di Changli waved his hand and said, "Forget it this time. If there is another time, you can do it yourself."

Makalev put his heart down and wiped his sweat and said, "Yes, yes, don't worry, I promise there won't be another time, or I'll be the first to break his head... Damn it, why don't get out of here."

No matter how dull the man's brain was, he also understood Makalev's intention and realized that there was a powerful figure who could never be provoked. He couldn't help sweating, hooked his head and hiding far away, and no longer dared to look at Di Changli.

"Mr. Di, please sit in there for a while. I'll inform Mr. Mireseyev right away." Makalev warmly invited him again. Although from another perspective, the relationship between Di Changli and the Workers' Association is hostile, if Mireseyev's sworn enemy Feng Qian Lao comes here, there is no doubt that the treatment will be VIP level, and the role of strength is reflected in this. Anyway, the rule on the Paradise Star is that the strong are respected.

"Good." Di Changli simply nodded and strode to the building first without dragging.

Makalev was stunned and admired in his heart. Although he knew that Di Changli came to see Mireshiev alone, he was undoubtedly ready to break into the Dragon Pool and Tiger Cave alone and was not afraid of being harmed, Makalev still felt shocked when he witnessed his extraordinary courage and abound.

After seeing Di Changli's people who taught the workers' association a lesson, the people watching the scene from afar were not only fine, but they were invited in respectfully. They were surprised and envious. They all thought that if one day they had mixed up to such a majestic level in Karas City, they would be developed.

As soon as he entered the building, two people hurried out. The one in front was Volsky. After seeing Di Changli, his look was a little strange. It is no wonder. After all, he was a general of the defeated army and had been a prisoner, and it was inevitable that he was uncomfortable. Volsky adjusted his mood and said with a smile, "Sure enough, it's Mr. Di. Please follow me."

As the head of the Workers' Association, Misseyev naturally lived on the highest floor of the building. Under the personal "escort" of several strong hostile men, he took the elevator all the way to the top floor. After that, after extremely tight defense, it could almost be called the corridor of three steps, one post, five steps and one whistle. Di Changli's look began. In the end, Taiyi was calm, which made Volsky, who had been observing his face, more and more amazing.

"Mr. Di, please."

Volsky stopped in front of an open gate at the end of the floor and asked.

Di Changli nodded to express his gratitude. He stepped in calmly. As soon as he looked up, he saw a huge oil painting portrait hanging on the opposite wall, which was painted with a man in a black evening dress and a cane. The image was very vivid and lifelike.

Di Changli's eyes stayed on the portrait for less than a second and then diverted his eyes, because the person in the painting sat on a chair under the portrait. Undoubtedly, this is the famous king of the villains in Karas.

Because he is sitting, he can't observe the height of Mliesyev, but his appearance is a little too ordinary, his hair is a little gray, and the wrinkles on his forehead are deep. At first glance, he looks like an old man everywhere, and he can't see any fearful characteristics. Behind him stood two beautiful women with a graceful figure and a charming smile on her face. She was extremely sexy. Her eyes kept wandering around Di Changli, as if they were very interested in him and implicitly flirting.

"Mr. Mleseyev, it's not easy to meet you. I'm lucky to have this opportunity." Di Changli walked to the center of the room and stopped to speak first.

"I admit this." Miresiyev looked at him carefully and said with a little smile, "Young man, if you have this strength, of course you will be respected by me. Well, let's talk openly. What do you want to say when you come to me?

"It's very simple." Di Changli said indifferently, "I don't think there is any conflict of interest between us, so I hope Mr. Mlysyev can give up his attention to me, which will not be good for all of us."

"Your tone is very arrogant, young man, is this threatening me?" Miresiyev narrowed his eyes.

"If you understand it as a threat, then let it be." Di Changli said calmly.

"Very good, very good." Mlessyev suddenly stood up. At this moment, he burst out the fierce side of the king of villains. His eyes flashed coldly, as if they were bullets that would be released at any time. He was extremely ferocious and sneered gloomily: "For so many years, all the people who dared to speak like this in front of me have been in this world. Disappeared, young man, do you want to be the next one?"