Super Student's Three-realms Army

Weird...    

Everything was too strange …    

All in all, before killing this kid, he had to figure out the cause of this matter.    

Thinking of this, the blonde man didn't look at Zhang Xiaofan with any wariness in his eyes. On the contrary, he looked like he was teasing and mocking Zhang Xiaofan like a cat playing with a mouse.    

It was as though he was mocking Zhang Xiaofan for overestimating himself, or perhaps he was mocking Zhang Xiaofan for seeking his own death...    

"I have my own ways of finding you!"    

Zhang Xiaofan explained the situation to the blonde man in front of him before asking in a low voice, "Second question, who exactly are you people and why are you abducting him?"    

"I say, young people …"    

Zhang Xiaofan didn't seem to have any intention of escaping, yet he still asked him a second question. The blonde man was stunned for a moment, and then he started laughing uncontrollably.    

"Why don't you first tell me where you came from, and tell me, young man … don't tell me you have cement in your head?!"    

"You don't want to say, right? "Well, in any case, you'll tell me everything I want to know!"    

Zhang Xiaofan said as he exhaled deeply from his chest.    

"Last one, you must be mercenaries from overseas. You must have killed quite a few people before entering our territory, right?!"    

"Mm?!"    

The blonde man was also stunned by Zhang Xiaofan's sudden 180 degree turn. This jump in his thinking was way too big!    

"Hehe …"    

"Yes, that's right, our Wild Wolf Mercenaries did kill a lot of people before coming to China, and we even killed a lot of Chinese in the Middle East battlefield …!"    

Without waiting for the blond white man to answer first, the black burly man answered immediately. His face revealed a sinister and bloodthirsty smile.    

"Let me think about it, how many Chinese have died in my hands? There's about 25 of them now, right?! "    

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Our Boss, don't look at how amiable he is. He's harmless."    

"But if they really fight, that is called being ruthless. Just last time in the Middle East, he alone killed 72 Chinese people …"    

After saying that, the muscular African man paused for a moment. Then, he pointed to the blond Caucasian man that Zhang Xiaofan had spoken to earlier.    

As he finished speaking, he started laughing out loud, facing upwards, as if he was proud of something.    

However, thinking about it, talking about how many Chinese he had killed in the past in front of a Chinese was a straightforward matter.    

What's more, this Chinese would soon die at his hands, becoming the next Chinese to be killed by him!    

"Hehe …"    

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan's lips cracked open in a smile. Then, he abruptly stopped laughing. The smile on his face was filled with killing intent as he spoke word by word.    

"Yes, very good. Since you've come to Huaxia, then you should leave your life behind —!"