180. Two Minutes, Those Who Want To Escape Can Start Running Now (1)

"I don't care how you divide it, I want 20% anyway!"

"Grass mud horse, you said that if you want to achieve 20%, who do you think you are? Grandmaster?"

"What do you mean?"

Ma Guoyun sat on a steel chair, listening to the people in front of him arguing endlessly, his temples kept bulging, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly.

Instantly disappeared on the chair.

Waiting to appear, he had already appeared in front of a scar-faced man who was the loudest and most noisy, and he punched hard.

The wind of the fist roared, and the Gang Qi exploded, tearing the air.

"Give it all to me...shut up!"

The scar-faced man's expression changed abruptly, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but he was still hit in the chest by Ma Guoyun's punch. He groaned and stepped back a dozen steps.

The powerful aura belonging to the sixth-level peak warrior was released from Ma Guoyun, and a cold and fierce aura enveloped the audience.

The scene suddenly quieted down, and everyone was quiet, their eyes fixed on the sturdy body in the field, and their expressions were slightly dignified.

"I came up with the plan, I came up with the guy, I am the biggest fist here, I said you can get as much as you can.

If anyone has an opinion, I will not stop you from leaving now. "

Ma Guoyun scanned the audience, his eyes as cold as poisonous snakes swept over each murderer, someone's eyelids were raised fiercely, and a fierce gleam flashed in their eyes, but he didn't speak.

"Since you don't have any objections, then sit down for me and listen to my assignment."

Ma Guoyun said coldly.

The atmosphere on the court froze for a while, and then someone sat down, and others followed suit.

Ma Guoyun's face was cold, the fierce look in his eyes subsided slightly, he turned around and walked back to the chair, and Da Ma sat back on the chair with a golden knife.

At this time, a dull and unpleasant sound, like rough sandpaper rubbing against each other, sounded in the field.

"Brother Ma is right, everyone is here to ask for money, why bother to fight for petty gains and hurt each other's friendship."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a blue suit jacket with a white shirt and a silver necklace came out with a smile

It's a pity that his smile was uglier than his crying, and under the flickering lights he looked like a ghost crawling out of hell.

"Ghost-faced vultures, a whole team of strategic resource vehicles, that's no small gain..."

Someone said lightly.

The ugly middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a hoarse smile: "For a sixth-level warrior, it's really not a small amount.

But if it's for the Grandmaster, it's nothing..."

The man stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, then stretched out two fingers, put them under the cigarette and rubbed them lightly, a ball of flame burst out and lit the cigarette.

The man took a deep breath, expelled the smoke from his lungs slowly, and then said to Ma Guoyun with a smile, "I'm right, Brother Guoyun?"

As soon as the man said the words, the murderers in the field suddenly changed their expressions, as if they suddenly remembered something, and the eyes they looked at Ma Guoyun also changed a little.

"It turns out that Brother Ma asked us to grab the strategic material vehicle to attack the Grandmaster. Let me tell you earlier, then what else do we have to fight for? The big head will definitely let you..."

"That's right, Big Brother Ma will distribute it randomly..."

"Even if it doesn't do any good, I will do it this time, Xu Laosan. Among the thugs like me, it's rare to be able to produce a master! Brother Ma is amazing..."

In a short period of time, the gangsters on the field changed drastically, and each of them became more respectful.

Ma Guoyun narrowed his eyes to look at the ghost-faced man in front of him, he didn't speak, only the icy knife-like light kept flashing in his eyes.

The ghost-faced man looked at him with a smile, took out a cigarette and handed it out.

Ma Guoyun stood up, walked up to the ghost-faced man, took the cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

The ghost-faced man snapped his fingers, the previous flame reappeared, and the cigarette was lit.

Ma Guoyun took a deep puff of the cigarette, the ghost-faced man approached his ear, and said in a low voice, "You want to become a master, so I want to too. So I have to ask for 30%."

Ma Guoyun's smoking action paused for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"good."

He responded blankly, and white smoke rose from his eyes.

Ma Guoyun's eyes were as calm as water, but the killing intent in his heart was rolling in waves.

The ghost-faced middle-aged man in front of him is named Ghost-faced Vulture, and he is the only existence in the arena who is qualified to compete with him in terms of strength.

Not because of anything else, just because of the other party

He is a rare element control talent warrior, and he is already at the pinnacle of level six.

With a majestic stellar energy and flames, even he is extremely afraid.

It is said that this ghost-faced vulture was originally an excellent student in martial arts, but a fire burned his whole family to death. Since then, his temperament has changed drastically, and he has become a gangster.

This guy is famous even in the bandit circle for his cruel methods, and he likes to use fire to burn people alive.

"Since everyone has no objections, I'll make a simple distribution. Don't worry, everyone. I, Ma Guoyun, have always done things properly. I will never let everyone make this trip in vain..

As Ma Guoyun said, he was about to start talking about distribution and action plans.

Just then, a voice sounded outside the factory.

"who?!"

The sound came on and off quickly.

It seemed so abrupt in the quiet field, all the people present were sixth-level warriors with keen five senses, and they immediately looked towards the door in unison.

"There seems to be movement outside?"

Ma Guoyun glanced at it lightly, and said calmly: "It is estimated that the policeman is here, it's no big deal, kill him later, let's talk in another place.

"That's right, we have so many six-levels, are we afraid that a few notes will fail?"

"It's just right that I'm here, I'm holding back my anger, and I just want to vent it out"

The murderers' expressions quickly relaxed.

As Ma Guoyun said, they have people and guys, even if all the policemen in Yanhe City come, there is no need to be afraid, they can kill them out.

"Go and see."

Ma Guoyun gave the younger brother beside him a look.

The younger brother nodded, and walked towards the gate with a grim expression.

The perpetrators stopped talking about benefits now, "It seems that they found something more interesting.

One by one folded their arms, staring playfully in the direction of the gate.

Someone moved his hands and feet, made a clicking sound in his neck, and seemed to be doing warm-up exercises with a casual expression.

0…ask for flowers………

Ma Guoyun's younger brother walked quickly to the gate.

He was about to go to the door.

 …

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the middle of the iron door suddenly protruded inward, and the pure steel bolt blocking the door also became twisted.

The little brother stopped immediately, and the thugs in the factory narrowed their eyes slightly, with a cold breath flowing from their bodies.

The door that was slammed hard quickly became quiet, and there was no movement, as if the people outside had given up.

The younger brother who was investigating the situation took a deep breath and was ready to continue going up.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he saw the big iron door in front of him making a "creaking" sound of being overwhelmed.

The entire door is bulging inwards, the edges are twisted, and the screws are falling apart one by one...

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the entire gate of the factory broke free from the constraints of the frame and flew inward.

The younger brother's pupils constricted, and he had no time to dodge. He was directly hit by the huge iron gate, and flew away for an unknown distance.

The murderers all stood up with a swipe, and the eyes of Ma Guoyun and the ghost-faced vulture also became cold.

Smoke billows from the abandoned factory.

Everyone stared at the position of the gate.

Soon, the dust dissipated, and they saw a handsome boy of eighteen or nineteen striding in.

The young man has calm eyes and a casual posture.

If he wasn't holding a three-meter-long silver-gray gun in his hand, he would almost think he was an ordinary person passing by or running to deliver food.

The thugs who were gearing up were stunned for a moment, and even Ma Guoyun was a little surprised.

They have envisioned many scenes, thousands of troops, surrounded...

But it never occurred to me that the person who walked in at the door turned out to be a youthful young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Hold!"

A gangster scolded, "What the hell, I'm looking forward to it in vain. Is there no one on the note now, you brat with no hair yet?"

"Don't be careless, it may be a bait deliberately released to make us take it lightly."

Ma Guoyun reminded lightly.

"Then I ate this bait, let's see what is hidden behind the fishing line..."

The gangster let out a grin, and strode towards the boy.

His strides were enormous and his speed was astonishing.

In just a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the young man, and he opened his hand to grab the young man.

That scene reminds people of the market stall owner reaching out to grab the chicks in the cage.

All the murderers are watching, but most of the attention is not on this, but staring at the surroundings, always on guard against other enemies rushing in from other places.

"Pfft—"

Suddenly, a strange sound sounded.

When the murderers raised their eyes, their pupils shrank instantly.

I saw that the gangster who had just rushed up had a beautiful light red spear tip emerging from the back of his head.

Then quickly retracted.

The handsome young man casually pulled the spear out of the gangster's mouth, shaking off the blood stained on the gun head.

He took out his phone and lit up the screen to take a look.

Then he glanced at everyone present, and said calmly: "Two minutes. Those who want to escape can start running now.

In the huge field, there was silence for a few seconds. .