Chapter 67 Hit someone in the face

The woman who beats people looks like twenty-eight or twenty-nine. She wears a plain white dress, her eyebrows are picturesque and amorous, but her face is full of fierceness, as if the whole world owes her money. A pair of beautiful phoenixes stared at Rakunov fiercely. The fierce light flashes, and they are a little green! Even if she suddenly turned into a werewolf the next moment and came up to bite Lakunov, Lakunov would never be too surprised.

Women in white are followed by a large group of people, including 30 or 40, 90% of whom are women. They range from teenagers to their thirties, but the oldest one looks like they are in their early thirties. On the contrary, the six men behind this group of women are quite old, and the youngest looks more than 40. I'm old, and my face is full of drug residue.

What shocked Rakunov was that the other badges on the chests of these uninvited guests were at least green - that was, most of the women standing in front of them were blue badges, and the women in white hung on their chests were red badges!

"Who are you and what are you going to do?"

As a Russian, Rakunov is also a very violent and cruel role in his heart. Otherwise, he can't suppress these little skills in the business group. There are business representatives of all sizes standing behind him. However, although the other party may not have more people than himself, they are all high-level, and one can beat ten people on his side. If it becomes a problem, it is estimated that it is too likely to do it directly. Since it is hard, it will naturally be soft. From the level of political and diplomatic laws and regulations, these things are originally to solve problems in inconvenient situations, such as the current situation.

"Mr. Qu, I want to protest to your association. This kind of behavior of your mages is a serious provocation to the dignity of our Russian Association of mages. I want to file a complaint with the International Court of Arbitration. I want to protest to the International Federation. Are you... Mr. Qu, Mr. Qu?"

Lakunov shouted with foam and was talking excitedly, but as soon as he looked up, he just pulled him soft and hard bubbles, hoping that he could send someone to help solve the completion of the hostage incident. Unexpectedly, no one even noticed when he left. I heard that this mage Qu Chengquan was born in the ghost school and is the best at hiding. Now it really lives up to its reputation! When the real ghost is gone to the extreme!

The diplomatic means of hope are gone, and Rakunov has to lower his voice and say, "You can't do this to me. I am the representative of Russia, representing the dignity of the Russian Association of Mages. By doing so, you are challenging our whole Russia, you..."

The woman in white came forward with a foot.

Rakunov looked bad. He put his hands on the ground and flew back on the flat ground. He followed his buttocks to the ground and flew up. His left hand was about to take out the magic wand, and his right hand wanted to take the magic weapon. As soon as his hands were half outstretched, his face was already heavy. The guy who had just taken out threw it out his hand and flew six or seven meters upside down. He heard a loud bang, smashed the hotel glass and fell into the lobby, like a gourd rolling against the ground and rolling out of the ground before stopping.

The service staff in the lobby were scared into a mess by this change. Some ran to find the manager, some called the police, and some bravely wanted to come forward to help poor Mr. Lakunov up, but they only took two steps and found that they could not move, and their bodies were completely out of control and had a strong sense of numbness. He surged up quickly along his ankle, and soon passed his head on his neck, and he heard a series of muffled sounds, all of which fell to the ground.

In fact, not only the service staff in the lobby, but also the idle people in the whole hotel are in place at the same time, not waking up.

All that can stay awake at this moment is the members of the Russian trade group and those aggressive women!

Rakunov only felt that half of his kicked face was numb and unconscious. His whole head seemed to have penetrated into a group of wasps. He stood up blankly and felt that something was flowing out of his nostrils. He raised his hand and wiped it. In front of him, his hand was bright red.

Seeing that Lakunov was praised, the members of the Russian trade group who had just got on the bus were in an uproar and shouted angrily and ran down from under the car.

The women flashed out their short sticks, some were pulled from the back, and some were taken out from the bottom of the skirt. They raised above their heads, shouted, rushed to the door of the bus, and the Russian mage who pulled down cut his head and hit him in the face! The Russian mages in the car were shocked. They hurriedly took out their magic wands and waved the spells. But as soon as they read two sentences, they heard the ping-pong cracks, the windows were smashed, and more than a dozen small columns were thrown in. They bombarded, and the blue water-like blue rang all over the car.

Breaking grenades!

Since Chengshi Company developed this thing, it has quickly become popular in the whole magic world and has reached the point of short supply.

This thing is easy to use. Whether you are fighting or a war duel, it can come in handy. Throw one out, and you don't want to perform any spells within ten meters. The rest depends on who is hard enough. For a mage whose spell is not as good as his opponent, it is definitely a supreme weapon! What about your strong spells? I have a broken grenade in my hand. You can't use anything. Be good and fight with me.

When the broken grenade is blown up, any spell is equivalent to Bai Nian. After the big and small beauties who swun the sticks under the car beat the six or seven Russian mages who rushed out of the car so that they couldn't get up, they refused to give up. They shouted and rushed to the bus and beat them with sticks. Although these Russian mages are not at a high level, they are typical mages. Although the spells are not very powerful, hand-to-hand combat is definitely not as strong as that of mice. Under the stick of the evil woman, the Russian mages were beaten to cry, and the blood flew in the compartment. The situation was unbearable.

At this time, Rakunov, as the head of the regiment, had just regained consciousness and could barely stand still. Seeing the tragic situation in the carriage, he was very angry. He stared at the woman in white who was walking slowly and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you treat us like this!"

The woman in white said coldly, "My name is Zhuo Xiufang, and He Ruifeng is my son!" He stretched his hand aside, and the young woman who had been following her immediately handed over a stick with a thin fist.

He Ruifeng's mother?

Rakunov had a big accident. He had heard of the most domineering woman in the three northeastern provinces before. It is said that this woman has been in charge of the Jade Girl School since she was 26 years old. It has been more than 40 years. In this way, she is at least in her early 60s, but she is less than 30 years old, which is really well maintained!

However, now is not the time to consider Zhuo Xiufang's secret method of maintaining. As soon as he heard that the other party reported his house, Lakunov's heart immediately sank. He Ruifeng died because of the monsters they sold. Zhuo Xiufang came to settle accounts!

"Don't hit me, we signed the memo!" Rakunov shouted, waved his hand and retreated. He accidentally tripped over a fainted clerk and fell to the sky, but he did not forget to explain, "I have told him that this cat demon is not familiar with it. It is very dangerous, but he has to want this one, and we can't stop it!" What happened later has nothing to do with us! Mr. Ling signed the memorandum of understanding, making it clear that any problems that occur after the purchase of cat demons are no longer related to the company!" He took it out of his pocket and raised his hands above his head to ask Zhuo Xiufang to have a look.

Zhuo Xiufang held the stick in her hand with a blank face and walked to Lakunov. It seemed that she wanted to see the memorandum of understanding clearly, but she immediately swung the stick and smashed the memorandum of understanding to pieces. It fell heavily on Lakunov's forehead. At that time, her skin was full of flesh and blood flowed.

Rakunov looked up to the sky and fell down. He only felt that his mind was like getting on a high-speed train. He slid quickly to the bottomless abyss. In a daze, he faintly heard Zhuo Xiufang's roar, "My son is dead! You son of a bitch!"