Ma Ran, sitting next to Su Qiangwei, tapped on the armrest.
Even though it was a very slight sound, everyone's attention instantly shifted away from Su Qiangwei.
Everyone's gaze imdiately focused on Ma Ran, even Demon Child Zhang Kuang, who was holding Leonard Baholi's head.
"The Martial God's speech just now does not represent the stance of the Chinese Side."
"The actions of the Demon Child only represent the Blood Lotus Dynasty of Cangming Star."
Having said that, Ma Ran waved his hand, indicating that he had finished speaking and that everyone should carry on with what they were doing, not to mind him.
Leonard Baholi let out a heartrending scream, drawing everyone's attention.
"Ahhhh... Let go! Let go! You lowly peasant!"
Su Qiangwei nudged Ma Ran's arm and giggled, activating "Unity": "This guy is really miserable, today's sunflower seeds are exceptionally delicious! Oh? By the way! Your reaction just now was really strange, not like your usual deanor at all."
"Speak up! What are you hiding from ?"
At such a critical mont, with Ma Ran's usual style, it would be impossible for him to make such a statent that sells out his teammates.
Aside from Su Qiangwei, so foreign Extraordinary Ones could also tell that there was sothing unusual, but they weren't as quick to react as Su Qiangwei. It might take them until returning ho, after hearing their think tank's analysis, to realize where the oddity lay.
Upon hearing this, Ma Ran's tone remained calm, his lips moved slightly, and his Inner Qi flowed, with a voice sounding in the girl's ear.
"I made a promise to the Demon Child."
"He is willing to help kill two people."
Ma Ran knew that Leonard Baholi was one of the many traitors within the Earth Faction.
He originally planned to let Little Walnut take him out after so ti.
But after considering it for a long ti, Ma Ran found that he couldn't tolerate it any longer.
The longer this person lived, even by a second, it made him feel nauseous.
However...
So people can be killed by the Demon Child, but not by the Prophet.
Among the two people on the death list, one of their nas was definitely Leonard Baholi.
"I knew it! Ma Ran, you're the fattest (no mistake)! But..."
Su Qiangwei didn't hesitate to praise him, but her focus was slightly peculiar: "Was that just now... Secret Transmission? Is it one of the small features of Twelfth Rank of Inner Qi?"
Ma Ran shook his head: "Once you cultivate to Ninth Rank of Inner Qi, with a little research, you can use it."
"It's just a small ans of preserving information."
The inhuman scream interrupted their conversation.
"Help! Ahhhh! Lowly... Let go!"
Leonard Baholi's heartrending screams gradually turned into wails.
He usually insulted too little, and at the critical mont, all he could muster were "lowly peasant" and a bunch of "ah ah ah," utterly lacking character.
Under the iron grip of the Demon Child, Leonard Baholi felt like nothing more than a stinky little brother, his once-proud superpower was utterly useless.
The desperate sense of powerlessness gripped Leonard Baholi tightly!
Originally, he still cared about saving face, but now he didn't care about anything and directly cried out for help.
"Ah, here it cos again, that familiar, superior essence."
The Demon Child's long red hair floated in the air without wind, seemingly stirred by hearing the words "lowly peasant," causing the hand's applied force to increase slightly.
Just as rescue personnel were about to intervene...
BANG!!
A sound like a waterlon bursting echoed indoors.
Red and white matter scattered all over the place.
A thick bloody odor filled the air on the scene.
Leonard Baholi's headless body collapsed to the ground.
In the room.
Under everyone's gaze, the young man with red hair and blood-red eyes, naked from the waist up, narrowed his eyes slightly.
He tilted his chin slightly, and the crimson red in his eyes seed to beco even more intense.
Zhang Kuang wasn't concerned about the ss; he scratched his head with blood-stained hands, staining his smooth long hair with a tinge of crimson: "Turns out he was just a small fry."
"Couldn't even withstand half my strength."
As he spoke, the Demon Child looked towards President Huang Weiguo with a very complex expression, smiling brightly like a sunny young boy: "Old man, sorry for the trouble I caused you."
"Otherwise, I could go to this 'Lun Nade·Bahuoli's' country right now."
"Wipe out everything up and down, and there shouldn't be any trouble for you."
Old Huang hurriedly stood up, urging: "No need!"
"Please don't!"
The Demon Child pouted and his gaze unintentionally fell on Ma Ran, staring for a while.
A mont later, he turned his head, with his right hand in his pocket and his left holding a bottle of white liquor, guzzling it down.
The old butler, who had originally been following Leonard Baholi, sohow had pointed his gun muzzle at the Demon Child, released the safety, and suddenly pulled the trigger.
BANG!
An orange bullet departed from the dark muzzle, landing precisely on the Demon Child's left eye.
Without a trace, the Demon Child pressed the bottle down, slightly deviating the bullet's trajectory, without even blinking.
CLANK!
The sound of tal collision echoed indoors.
The bullet fired by Leonard Baholi's old butler failed to penetrate the cornea of the Demon Child's eye...
Not even causing a single scratch.
The bullet itself, due to the impact, turned into shredded tal pieces.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The old butler fired all the bullets in one breath.
The Demon Child held seven small alloy brass pieces in his hand.
"Though you interrupted my drinking..."
The Demon Child's face revealed a smile like a vicious dog; he tossed one brass piece into his mouth and chewed it like fried peanuts, swallowing it down: "Not a bad snack to go with a drink."
"I won't kill you."
As he spoke, a suffocating arrogance seized the old butler.
His gaze t the Demon Child's, showing a look of terror, as if seeing the most frightening thing in the world.
Groan...
Leonard's old butler made a rattling sound from his throat, his eyes rolling back, foaming at the mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.
dical personnel quickly arrived and after so resuscitation efforts, declared that the man was completely dead.
Old Huang just felt his scalp tingling.
What happened to not killing?
He couldn't bla the Demon Child.
After all, the Demon Child didn't even touch him with a single finger.
One can only say the old butler was too weak, unable to withstand even a glare, scared to death on the spot.
The Demon Child squashed Leonard Baholi like an ant, and the Extraordinary Ones present quickly regained their composure after the initial exclaim, with no one stepping forward to request an exit at this ti.
Obviously, the participants were not fledglings who hadn't seen blood before.
After today, the relationship between the Cangming Star Blood Lotus Dynasty and the Earth Indian side went from "strangers" to "slightly hostile."
In just two minutes, the Indian side called.
They condemned the Chinese side, requesting certain compensations.
During the entire process, President Huang Weiguo did an excellent job of balance, appearing neither stingy nor allowing the other party to gain much, having a good grasp of the "asure."
The strangest part was that throughout, the Indian side never ntioned Cangming Star, Blood Lotus Demon Sect, or Demon Child Zhang Kuang.
They dared to demand compensation from the Chinese side because, as the host, the Chinese side indeed had an obligation to ensure the safety of the guests.
They didn't dare to babble in front of the Demon Child because...
The Demon Child was the type of person who could casually ntion "wiping out a nation" in front of representatives from all over the world.
Even if he lacked the capability to actually destroy a country, with such martial strength, whether for assassinations or beheadings...
Just thinking about it is terrifying!
It doesn't matter how many civilians die.
If the high-status big shots get hurt, that would be too unfortunate!
"..."
Ma Ran's gaze was calm, as if everything that happened today had nothing to do with him.
He perfectly embodied the aning of the word "spectator."
To be honest, the Indian side's reaction was also within his expectations.
In the view of the Indian side, ordinary lives have always been just numbers.
Before and after the City of Sails' Battle of the Demon Mountain, the beneficiaries at least went through the motions of face-saving projects.
But the Indian side could not even bother grasping the fig leaf handed to them by others.
We were never fellow travelers.
"Prophet."
A white man sitting on Ma Ran's right leaned over to whisper, asking, "Did you foresee Leonard Baholi's death? You're too calm."
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