Wang Lun saw Lemxi's puzzled look and said: "I like this person's knowledge of major forums, he can stir up an article and create a heat." ”

"I just have a thing that I need him to use the dark web to create the heat I want. ”

Wang Lun did not elaborate.

After he saw that this article had become a hot topic, he felt that the person who was in charge of this matter had ideas and channels, and wanted that person to write an article on the Internet, with the purpose of stimulating and stimulating the puppet king's successor, the green puppet king.

At present, he and the Green Puppet King have not met each other, but they know that the other party is unifying the Extraterritorial Alliance and regaining control of the Array of Extraterritorial Races.

And the other three ancient forces, the Formation King, the Instrument Sect, and the Spirit Sect, still have no heirs, and no one has joined the battle for control of the Formation Eye.

With the information he had, it was impossible to tell whether there were still descendants of these three ancient forces.

The only one who might know the situation was the Green Puppet King.

He wanted that person to choose an identity with the help of the dark web, such as the identity of the heir of the Instrument Sect, scold the Green Puppet King, and then see how the Green Puppet King reacted.

Once this is done, the value he can gain is to get a glimpse of more information about the four ancient forces.

It's good for him, and he doesn't have to lose anything anyway, so it's good to try to do it.

Hearing Wang Lun's request, Lemxi said, "This person's message is here. ”

It's not a big deal to disclose this person's information to Wang Lun, anyway, Wang Lun can only contact the other party on the dark web, the other party is very safe, and he doesn't have to be upset about it.

Wang Lun looked at the person who was operating on the dark web, there was a "+" symbol behind this person's account, he clicked with the mouse, clicked on it and found the hidden identity information.

His real name is Peng Daying, and he should be a Chinese.

"Send him a message for me. Wang Lun said.

Lemxi walked over to the computer and sat down, his hand on the keyboard.

"Contact me, the pay is good, the things you do are thrilling, and the mailbox is ......"

Wang Lun said.

Lemxi's hands moved quickly, crackling out what Wang Lun was going to say, and sent it to the private mailbox of this person named Peng Daying.

Unexpectedly, he used the most secure mailbox in Huaxia today, which is completely limited, with only 200 mailboxes in the world, and is maintained by a separate server and a special person. ”

"The person who uses this kind of mailbox is one of the most successful people in the world, and I didn't expect him to be one of them. ”

Lemxi was a little surprised.

Wang Lun's mailbox is very rare, and people can't register it, let alone use it, there are only 200 of them in the world, which is already a status symbol.

"Alright. He said to Wang Lun.

Wang Lun saw that the private message was sent out, and walked towards the outside of the basement.

Lemxi was stunned and left like this, without any harm to himself?

Just as he was thinking, Lemxi suddenly felt a pain in his forehead, and the man fell backwards and collapsed on the chair behind him.

Wang Lun glanced at Lemxi, who was unconscious, and turned down the switch of the main meter in the basement when he arrived at the door.

Behind him, the computer screen quickly went black, and the basement lights disappeared, leaving Lemsey alone in his chair.

Wang Lun's own hand was very clear about the severity, and after this beam of mana hit Lemxi's forehead, it would make Lemxi sleep in the basement for at least a day and a half.

However, there will be no physical effects on Lemthy during the process.

He wasn't going to hurt anyone, he just didn't want Lemthy to contact that Thompson after he left.

A few minutes later, Wang Lun flew over London Bridge in London at an astonishing speed.

Wang Lun did not plan to take a direct flight from London to New York.

At the ordinary level of a direct flight, the time taken is about seven hours and 40 minutes, and if it is the fastest direct flight, the time can be reduced to about four hours.

That's a lot of time, and it has to be done on special flights with the top airlines.

But Wang Lun still dislikes the slow speed.

He came to London from China by plane, which took some time, and now there are only about two days before the start of the Huaxia Tournament, and he has no time to waste.

The Silver Wing Divine Armor wrapped around him, forming a pair of silver wings of light on his back, and as the wings flapped, his body flew forward at an incredible speed.

Because of the all-round protection of the Silver Wing Divine Armor, Wang Lun didn't even need to use special mana to fight against those strong air currents, and the Silver Wing Divine Armor isolated the air currents first.

Sou.

Wang Lun was as fast as lightning, flying rapidly in the night sky of London, but fortunately, the flight altitude was not high, about 200 meters, and he would only raise the height when he encountered a high obstacle, otherwise he would fly to an altitude of 10,000 meters and hit the plane, and he was afraid that the pilot of the plane would be scared to death.

Two hours later, Wang Lun flew to New York.

At the moment, it is about twelve o'clock in the evening London time.

New York's time zone is five hours behind London, so now in New York, the time is still around seven o'clock in the evening.

Seven o'clock in the evening is not late, especially for a megacity like New York, where many people are still active on the busy streets.

Wang Lun landed on the roof of an office building in Manhattan, New York, and then took the elevator to the first floor and left the building.

Lemxi's address is in this part of Manhattan, but Thompson, the master of the dark web, does not live in high-rise buildings, but in more expensive villas.

Manhattan's villa area, this is the place with the most luxury houses in New York, and it is normal for a villa to cost more than 100 million dollars.

Wang Lun didn't know the specific location of the villa area, so he walked to the street first and stopped a taxi.

Anyway, it wasn't very far from the villa area of Manhattan, and he didn't bother to look through the map and look for it in detail.

Taking a taxi, Wang Lun came to the villa area twenty minutes later.

Built halfway up the mountain, these villas stand out from the crowd in a city full of high-rise buildings.

Wang Lun used a little trick to hide the eyes of the security guards at the entrance of the villa area, and then came to the outside of Villa No. 5.

The large green grass in front of the door, the fence surrounds the villa, the height of the black fine iron fence is more than two meters, and it has a 360-degree monitoring without dead ends, Wang Lun has more than one way to hide the monitoring, but he did not do it.

Wang Lun walked to the iron gate, there was an access control system installed in front of the door, which was very developed, and there were two white men with big shoulders and round waists on duty.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Wang Lun, one of the white men immediately asked vigilantly, warning Wang Lun with a fierce face, as if saying that if you want to find trouble here, get away quickly, otherwise you will look good.

Wang Lun has seen such a scene, it is common for the rich in the West to hire bodyguards, and they are also hired from specialized security companies, and these bodyguards are all very professional and conscientious.

In comparison, the rich people in China will also hire bodyguards, but they will basically be trained to become henchmen, not a simple employment relationship between superiors and subordinates, and generally there will be no bodyguards guarding the mansion all day long, basically a few bodyguards close to each other, and the rich will follow wherever they go.

So now that he was intercepted by two bodyguards at the gate, Wang Lun was not surprised, people ate this bowl of rice.

But Wang Lun didn't ask the other party, "Is Mr. Thompson there?" or something like that, but walked straight forward and rushed straight into the door.

It's just two bodyguards, and he doesn't need to explain to each other the purpose of his visit.

"Stop!"

One of the bodyguards yelled. Is this kid with an Asian face really daring, delusional and looking for death?

The bodyguard didn't interrogate the person anymore, because the person who came was trying to break in, even if he was knocked to the ground and later found out that it was a misunderstanding, he was also out of duty to protect his employer.

Therefore, the bodyguard immediately threw an uppercut at Wang Lun's chin, and the fist was blowing and the speed was extremely fast.

He is not an ordinary bodyguard, he is also a leader in the industry's prestigious security companies, and at a glance he can see that the young man in front of him is neither very tall nor strong, but under his clothes are definitely strong muscles, as long as he works hard, the muscles will be very exaggerated.

This kind of person is much more terrifying than the big guys and muscular men who build muscles in the gym.

He had met such people more than once.

Like top killers, or bodyguards, many of them are of this kind of figure, and they are not obvious, but if anyone thinks that such a person is just an ordinary person, weak and powerless, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

To that end, he didn't hesitate to use an uppercut, a punch that the average martial artist couldn't dodge and would be hit.

He believes that Wang Lun has the strength of an average martial artist.

Bang.

This punch blasted past, but there was a dull crashing sound, and the bodyguard was surprised to find that his fist was blocked by the opponent with a palm in front of his chin!

The palm of the other party's hand may only be three or four centimeters away from the chin, but it doesn't move at all!

With such a huge striking force, he didn't even hit the opponent's palm, causing the opponent's palm to touch his chin.

How terrifying must the strength and strength of this hand be?

The bodyguard couldn't imagine it.

It's so scary.

The World Fighting King can dodge when he meets his own blow, or he can stretch out his palm to block the front of his chin, but the World Fighting King can't be like the person in front of him, who can withstand his heavy punch with just the palm of his hand without moving at all.

It was as if he had struck a wall made of alloy, and the wall was heavy and hard, and it didn't shake in the slightest.

When you think about it, it's not something that humans can do.

But I found it in the body of this person with an oriental face.

The backhand that the bodyguard had prepared, that is, to prevent the opponent from dodging the uppercut, he planned to kick out the spinner leg and sweep the opponent's lower plate, but it also stopped automatically at this moment.

He knew that this blow would not have the slightest effect against the person in front of him.