Fang Wen's right hand slashed, and the laser gun emitted more than a dozen strong lights, accurately hitting the old-fashioned guns on the hands of the strong men. The high temperature melted the barrel and red light appeared on the stock. The strong men with ferocious faces screamed in horror, and at the same time let go of the gun, holding the scalded palm, jumping up and shouting.

Peterman's face turned extremely ugly, and a pair of bean-sized eyes flashed fiercely. He turned his head to look at Fang Wen, and suddenly stretched his head to Fang Wen. He shouted: "Come on, shoot me in the head. Hahaha, it is said that people killed by laser guns will not hurt. Come on, shoot me in the forehead! Kill me, and then you have to accompany me to death!"

There were dense footsteps around the small room, and Fang Wen's spirit fluctuations swept around, and he found hundreds of strong men surrounding him with various weapons. The ten members of the Shura team in the arena walked closer with numbness, and gradually a red light that looked like wild beasts longing for killing and bloody appeared in his eyes. Peterman laughed proudly, and he stood up, grabbed Fang Wen's right hand holding the gun, pointed the muzzle at his eyebrows, and roared in a low voice: "Come on, pull the trigger, with just one shot, I will die!"

Fang Wen looked at Peterman gloomyly, and he gently tapped the armrest of the chair with his left hand. After three minutes, he asked coldly: "Really fire?"

A wisp of gloomy mental pressure rushed to Peterman's soul. His face turned pale and two stream-like blood springs flowed out of his nostrils. Peterman's fat body kept trembling, and his white flesh trembled, making a slight "slap" sound of flesh hitting. He gritted his teeth hard, and forced a few words out of the cracks of his teeth: "Let's shoot, let's die together."

After pondering for a while, Fang Wen put the laser gun into his pocket. Peterman's body suddenly relaxed, and he was so shaking that he almost sat on the ground. But in almost the blink of an eye, his body tensed tight again. The sparse and soft fat on his body shook violently, and another wave of flesh was rising and falling. Peterman looked at a potion that Fang Wen took out of his pocket with a thin thumb and a long finger, and a light golden light flashing.

"This is~~~" Peterman swallowed suddenly, and he shivered and reached out to grab the potion.

Fang Wen turned his fingers and held the potion in his palm. He clamped the potion and rubbed it slowly, looking at Peterman with a smile: "Do you know this thing? Gene repair solution, and it is a special model within the military. It is extremely purity and is very easy to absorb. This piece can effectively extend the lifespan of a senior citizen for fifty years. For a native, it can not only extend the lifespan of an native citizen for more than 60 years, but also adjust his body, making him healthier, stronger immune system, and even increase the development of a certain degree of brain domain."

Suddenly throwing the potion at Peterman, who was glowing green in his eyes, Peterman hurriedly took the potion, held it tightly, and pressed it on his heart.

"The ten people in the Shura team belong to me, this potion belongs to you. Fair and reasonable, what does Mr. Peterman think?" Fang Wen raised his legs, picked up the teacup and drank it all, and looked at Peterman with a smile.

Taking a long breath, Peterman nodded without hesitation, and he said in a deep voice: "The Shura team members are a family, and their relatives still have forty-seven."

Nodding indifferently, Fang Wen said lightly: "Give me all their identity cards, and they have no relationship with you from now on."

Peterman nodded vigorously, stretched out his right hand and said impatiently: "Document!"

Fang Wen reached out and gently touched Peterman's sweaty fat palm, and said with a smile: "The deal is done. Mr. Peterman is a very wise person. Haha, but..."

Peterman, who had just smiled, suddenly became nervous. He took two steps back with the potion, and his fat face twitched, "But what?"

"Yeah!" Fang Wen shook his head, threw the teacup on the ground, stood up and stretched his waist, then said leisurely: "However, the name of Shura Team. It can be seen that Mr. Peterman has some research on ancient culture. Shura is a synonym for a god, but they do not like to kill. Shura Team should be the Asura Team. Asura, the god of heaven, is the clan name of the demon, they like to kill, and they are so full of murderous aura."

Peterman's mouth twitched a few times, and he smiled dryly and said, "You are so knowledgeable. However, I know nothing about the so-called ancient culture. I heard from some guests that the name of Shura was also mentioned. I think the name is good, so I used it when forming the Shura team. In fact, how can I know what Shura and the origin of Asura?"

"Don't you know the ancient myths and legends?" Fang Wen hugged his hands in front of his chest, tilted his head and looked up and down for a while, and shook his head gently: "Forget it, I'm mine, I'll take it away."

After slapping Peterman's shoulder a few times, Fang Wen walked out of the private room lazily, pointed at the ten strong men of the Shura team and said, "You are my people now. Go put on your clothes, take your relatives with me, and follow me. From now on, you will help me work hard, and I will be responsible for supporting your relatives and you. Well, if you work hard for me, you will be treated a hundred times better than this fat pig!"

The members of the Shura team looked at Peterman at the same time.

Peterman waved his two fat arms exaggeratedly and shouted: "Ah, yes, this gentleman is right. You are free, you are no longer gladiators in my arena. Your relatives are no longer my slaves. Take them away and then follow this gentleman to enjoy their happiness! This gentleman is not a person on the seventh floor underground. I can see the rich atmosphere on him at a glance. He is the upper class. Blessed are you, damn, leave your equipment for me!"

Peterman rushed to the members of the Shura team with great might, kicked them hard, pulled down the battle axe and shield in their hands, and then ordered several subordinates to carry the weapons into a stone house. Then Peterman squeezed out a bright smile on his face, bowed to Fang Wen and said, "Dignity sir, what else do you need? There are thousands of warriors in my arena!"

Bowing was a very difficult task for Peterman. His waist was bent for only thirty degrees, and the fat on his stomach let out an overwhelming moan. He straightened his body panting, and his small eyes blinked quickly and looked at Fang Wen. The expression on his face was undoubtedly on Fang Wen: "Okay, you, the strong dragon crossing the river, leave quickly, I'm not happy to see you again, uncle."

Shrugging her shoulders, Fang Wen took out a few handfuls of chrome coins from his pocket and threw them on the ground, and said lightly: "This is the scalding cost for those brothers, and it will be carefully cured."

After waiting for a few minutes, the ten strong men of the Shura team wore a ragged leather jacket and picked up dozens of haggard and old men, women and young men with a look of slutty face and came over.

Fang Wen hugged Peterman hard, not minding his face full of oil and sweat. He pouted and kissed him on the forehead, slapped his back heart warmly, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Peterman, our cooperation is very pleasant this time. I think we will have a chance to see you again in the future. You are a good person, really!"

He patted Peterman's face hard, slapped the meat bag on his face and made a 'slap' sound. Fang Wen greeted the people of the Shura team and took them away with a swagger.

Peterman's hundreds of vicious subordinates looked at the Shura team with envy, and their eyes kept glancing at the large chrome coins on the ground. The number of chrome coins is about 100, and the denominations are all 500 chrome coins and more than 50,000 chrome coins. This is on the seventh floor underground, not to mention medical expenses, it can simply buy nearly a hundred lives.

"This group of good luck guys." The vulgar middle-aged man came to Peterman and muttered in a low voice: "Boss, are you really letting them go like this? Without the Shura team, the attraction of our arena has dropped a lot! Look!"

Peterman held the potion tightly, and a wise glow appeared on his originally rude and savage face. He squinted his eyes and said coldly: "We can't afford to offend this person."

He weighed the potion and sneered: "Bill, see clearly the logo on the shell of this gene repair solution. The goods specially provided by the military headquarters can only be exchanged for their own merit points. Provoking him? For the sake of a Shura team, there is no need to provoke him! And, you know that I need such a high-grade, high-purity gene repair solution."

Seeing Bill's angrily face, Peterman smiled. He took out a slap instrument from his pocket and threw it to Bill: "Look at the data on the scanner. This guy's body strength has exceeded the maximum calibration of the scanner DD His body strength is 150 times higher than normal people! And his internal strength is at least more than forty Jiazi! Bill, you have internal strength, even if the strength reaches 150 times that of normal people, can it accommodate the internal strength of forty Jiazi?"

Bill's face became extremely ugly. He screamed in horror: "He has already refined Qi and returned liquid. How big is he? Refined Qi and returned liquid! Only he has compressed the true qi, and his body can accommodate so much true qi! Otherwise, even if his strength is two hundred times that of a normal person, the true qi of forty Jiazi is enough to burst him!"

"Yes, a colonel who is as powerful as those monsters, refining Qi and liquid, and is not over twenty years old. He cannot be provoked!" Peterman sneered a few times: "Let's wait to watch the fun. Such people are also geniuses who are paying attention to voters who claim to be gods. Such people will come to our underground seventh floor! It seems that those rioters are having fun!"

Shaking his head, Peterman ordered with a gloomy face: "Report to the elders what happened today, and advise the elders to order the brothers to retract back to their strongholds and stop moving."

Bill nodded, and a trace of sacredness and solemnity appeared on his vulgar face that was completely inconsistent with his honor. He sighed in a low voice: "Those damn rebels, they will implicate us every time."

Peterman shook his head and turned away.

He muttered, "Shura? Ashura? Humph, Bill, this time we selected nine people to reorganize our core team. Well, it's called the 'Nine Heavenly Dragon Team'!"

Fang Wen led the Shura team members to walk endlessly in the market. In his left ear, subtle but clear words were heard from a small earplug.

Fang Wen suddenly laughed: "Nine Tianlong Team? Interesting, this guy, so interesting. Did he deliberately give these plausible names? Well, what scanner can scan my body strength without me knowing it? This is a function that only large medical equipment at the base medical center has. Hehe, it's interesting, so interesting!"

After turning his body suddenly, Fang Wen almost collided with the strong gray-haired man walking behind him. The strong man reacted very quickly. Seeing that Fang Wen was about to hit his body, he hurriedly took a step back.

After touching his nose that was almost in trouble, Fang Wen looked up at the strong man who was two longs taller than him, nodded and said, "Are you the captain of the Shura team?"

The strong man nodded, looked at Fang Wen with a expressionless face, and said hoarsely: "Nangong...Nangong Sha, my name is Nangong Sha. They are my son and grandson." He pointed to the other nine members of the Shura team and introduced slowly: "My sons Nangong Fei, Nangong Yi, Nangong Dun, six grandsons Nangong Yi, Nangong Er, Nangong San, Nangong Si, Nangong Wu, and Nangong Liu."

A ray of light flashed in Fang Wen's eyes and looked at Nangong Sha with pity. Poor people, Fang Wen could almost guess his life journey. When he became a gladiator in the arena, he was called Nangong Sha because he killed countless people, but at that time, he still had some hope in his heart. Therefore, when his son was born, his eldest son was named Nangong Fei, hoping that he could soar into the sky. But when the second son was born, he only hoped that the second son could live a life easier, so he was named Yi. When the third son was born, the word "reach" vividly portrayed his helpless thought of breaking away from the bloody killing life of the gladiator.

Then, when six grandsons were born one after another, Nangong Sha, who had lost all hope, simply named them with numbers.

This is a person who has been wiped out all hope for life. Everyone is just fighting in the arena to support their relatives by instinct.

"Follow me, maybe one day you can restore your original name." Fang Wen glanced at Nangong Sha, took out a handful of chrome coins and threw them to him, pointed to a wine shop next to him and said, "Take your family in and have some rest, eat something, drink some wine, I have something to do."

Nangong Sha took the chrome coin numbly and looked at Fang Wen blankly as if a wisp of flowing water had merged into the sea. He lost his trace after just a few slips. A sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Is it real name?" Nangong Sha's dry lips squirmed gently and said in a low voice: "Can I still restore my real name?"

Fang Wen had already rushed back to Peterman's arena, looking from afar as Peterman took a few confidant thugs onto a large cart dragged by underground lizards, and slowly rushed to another exit of the market. Fang Wen smiled and followed them easily. The Path of Man Chapter 4, The Storm Chapter 4
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