The Mightiest Little Peasant

Mobile reading click here

"('')" "()

Late at night, on the top floor of the Miki Building. book

Spacious office with luxurious decor. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, stood a figure, an elderly man, about seventy years old, but he was upright and spirited.

He was wearing a suit, his appearance was a bit fierce, his eyes were like tigers and wolves, and he was very aggressive.

He is the president of the Miki Club and the head of the Miki family, Miki Goro.

As the leader of the Sanmu Club, he was powerful in Dongying, but today, he is frowning and looking worried.

Some time ago, two of his grandchildren had accidents one after another, and he also had three grandchildren, two of whom had an accident and were planted in Huaxia, how could he not be angry.

During this time, he has been using his wealth and power to win over the masters from all over the East, preparing to kill China and rescue his two grandsons.

Unexpectedly, before they set off, people from China arrived.

Cultivators have power beyond ordinary people, not to mention those from the ancient country Huaxia. Although there are many masters gathered in this building, he is still a little worried.

Because he knows that if he is not sure, how can the Chinese people kill the door!

Holding two rings in his hand, he fell into deep thought.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and several figures walked in one after another.

"President, it has been checked. There are no suspicious people who entered the country during this time."

"President, all the fighters in each group are in place, and the weapons have been distributed."

"President, all the masters have arrived and are waiting for you."

After listening, Miki Goro frowned, turned around and said in doubt, "Why not? With so many people, it's impossible to sneak in all of them, right?"

"Really not. We checked all of them, and there was not a single suspicious person. We also checked those immigrants in their 50s and 60s."

One person replied respectfully.

Miki Goro frowned more and more deeply.

Could it be... is this just a joke?

However, these two rings are real, and the people from China should really come.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Go on and ask them to cheer me up. The opponent is not an ordinary person. If there is a slight error, he will die." He scolded sharply.

"Hi!"

Everyone bowed in unison, and then hurried out the door.

Goro Miki turned around and looked out the window again. Outside, the lights are brilliant, like a city that never sleeps.

"Thousands of gunmen, nearly a hundred masters... Amaterasu Shrine, Jiahe, Yihe, all have come, enough, it should be enough, even if all Maoshan has come, it is enough."

He held the ring in both hands and muttered.

However, there was still an ominous premonition in his heart that weighed down on him.

At this moment, under the building, the roads in the square have long been under martial law. Within a radius of 100 meters, there are buses everywhere, and groups of men in black with guns patrol the square.

A little further outside is the police cordon.

However, only the cordon, but not a single police officer.

Even the police would not dare to intervene in such a thing.

Time passed little by little, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn and chilling.

When the dark clouds covered the moon, the world fell into darkness.

In this block, only the Sanmu Building is brightly lit, illuminating the streets in all directions. They even set up spotlights on the bus to illuminate this area.

Under the light, there are faces full of worry.

These gunmen understand that this time they are facing cultivators who surpass ordinary people, and they are just the first wave of cannon fodder.

Their duty is to consume the opponent's strength as much as possible, maybe even under heavy firepower, they can kill a few more, that's even better.

They glanced around vigilantly, looking at their watches from time to time.

As the pointer gradually pointed to twelve o'clock, everyone's mood became more and more nervous and uneasy.

At this time,

Not only them, but the people in the entire building were all waiting with bated breath, waiting for the people from China to arrive and shoot the first shot.

Time seemed to freeze, and every minute, every second, was so long.

Finally, the time has come.

The hearts of the people were also mentioned in their throats.

Their eyes were bright, their guns held up, their fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot at any moment.

But the streets were empty and nothing.

Everyone was startled and a little confused.

At this moment, on the road from the main entrance of the building, a car slowly approached, it was a taxi, and there was music playing in the car. The driver was an uncle, grinning and humming a song happily.

As the car approached, it encountered a cordon pulled up by the police on the outer floor.

The uncle of the driver was taken aback for a moment, turned around, and said to the person in the rear seat: "Hey! It seems that something happened in front of you, I can't get through it!"

In the rear seat, the figure raised his head. I don't know if it was an illusion. The driver always felt that the face was a bit strange and vague, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Then stop here! I'll walk over!" the man said, his tone a little jerky, not like a Dongying native.

He stretched out his hand, handed over a ten thousand, and said in a low voice, "No need to look for it!"

The driver was instantly amused, thinking that no matter who he is, he is a good man with such a generous shot.

He thanked him again and again, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said, "By the way, what are you doing over there, that Sanmu Building is not a good place, underworld!"

The man chuckled lightly and said, "Of course I'm here to make trouble! Kill people!"

When the driver heard this, he was stunned and his eyes widened.

The door opened, and the man walked out, dressed in black, as if blending into the night.

He walked calmly, lifted the cordon, and walked in.

The driver looked forward. On the other side of the street, there was a strong light, and there were vague figures that formed a dense wall of people, all with guns in their hands.

The driver's mouth suddenly opened wide and his eyes almost bulged out.

OMG!

What exactly is the situation?

Is this guy crazy? He is obviously only a person, how dare he come to trouble Sanmu Club, and face the crowd of people in front of him, how dare he move forward?

Did he come to kill, or to die?

He stayed like this for more than ten seconds, then suddenly woke up, breaking out in a cold sweat. Then, he slammed the steering wheel, turned a corner, stepped on the accelerator again, and drove away frantically.

On the street, that figure walked forward calmly.

The crowd in front was agitated, and beams of strong light hit him.

"What's the matter? Who is this man?"

"He's from China? No! Why is there only one?"

The news spread, the whole building was a sensation, and everyone was stunned.

After confirming several times, except for this person, there was no one around, and everyone laughed. (To be continued.)

This book is from Pin\u0026Book#

Source of this book Please visit for mobile reading