At this time, Wendell also felt that something was wrong.
"Who the hell are you?" A low roar came out of Wendell's mouth.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, because Vegeta listened to Motti and Teemo's words, he ordered me to come out and meet the very powerful Count. The Count's name seems to be Wendell. I saw that the Count seemed to be a very capable person, so I asked him to come out and meet him. I don't know if the Count can contact Count Wendell, because Prince Vegeta is still waiting for him on Earth."
"Damn it!"
Wendell looked at Sun Wuben with cold eyes. At the same time, he kept pressing the button on his glasses, but the numbers on the glasses didn't stop at all.
"Why is there a problem with the glasses at the critical moment?" Wendell thought about countermeasures. The more cruel a person was, the more afraid of death they were and the less they wanted to take risks, especially when Wendell's life was so comfortable.
"How can the people of an ordinary planet know the name of Vegeta?" Wendell took a step back.
"Oh, by the way, I remember Motti and Timo describing Wendell's appearance. He is also as tall as you. His eyes are on his buttocks, and the mouth under his eyes is an excretory organ. His mouth stinks of feces, but he likes to pretend to be a gentleman. You really don't know him?" Sun Wuben said with a smile.
"Enough!" The fat muscles on Wendell's forehead twitched, and his eyes were a little red.
"Who the hell are you?" Wendell roared angrily.
"Oh, why is the Count angry? By the way, I think the Count looks very … creative, very similar to the legendary Wendell. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely don't mean to belittle you, it's just that … your face is like a swollen pig's urine. It's really admirable that you can survive … "Sun Wuben said until here.
Buma and Tights couldn't help but laugh, but the two of them moved and hid behind Sun Wuben.
"Sun Wuben, I didn't expect you to be such a person. When you scold people, it's really … I didn't expect you to be such a person. By the way, is this person Wendell's subordinate? " Buma whispered. In fact, based on Sun Wuben's words, Buma's first guess was whether or not the opponent was Wendell. However, when she thought about Wendell's combat power, Buma immediately rejected this guess.
"Eudora, go and experience this gentleman's kung fu," Wendell shouted.
"Ah?" Eudora's face turned ugly. She had been with Wendell for several years, so she naturally knew how terrifying Saiyans, especially Prince Sun Wuben, were. And just now, Sun Wuben had said that he didn't even put Napa, who had a Battle Power of 5000, in his eyes. She, Eudora, was only a person with a Battle Power of 300. If she went up, she would just be throwing away her life. Most importantly, Eudora could see that Wendell's expression was not right.
"Yes … Yes …" Eudora said with a sad face. She slowly moved forward.
At this moment, Wendell suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye that the rolling numbers on his glasses seemed to have stopped. "Are the glasses done?" He looked at it and saw a three-digit number — 923.
"Only 900?"
Wendell was stunned and almost couldn't believe it. He looked at Eudora, who was dilly-dallying, and saw the number 322 appear on the glasses. Wendell looked at Eunice, who was next to him, and this time, the number displayed was 387.
"Haha, it's not broken. The glasses are still good."
Wendell looked at Buma and Tights again. Looking at the pitifully low numbers, he was stunned again, and then he laughed out loud.
"Come back, Eudora," Wendell shouted.
"Yes … Yes!" Eudora took a few steps back and stood behind Wendell. Her forehead was already covered in sweat.
"You should be the experts on Earth, right?" Wendell's voice was carefree. "You have a Battle Power of 900. Presumably, Motti and Teemo were defeated by you. I was going to look for you, but I didn't expect you to come knocking on my door. Humph, you think you can scare me by mentioning Vegeta's name? Unfortunately, unfortunately, you are wrong, ridiculously wrong … "
"Is that so? Who was so scared that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly just now?" Tights' face was full of ridicule.
"Shut up!" Wendell's face was ugly.
Tights turned her face and looked at Sun Wuben. "Wuben, how do you know that this very creative looking fatty is Wendell's subordinate?"
"Don't think too much; he is Wendell," Sun Wuben said indifferently. "Otherwise, do you think I came here because I have nothing better to do?"
"What?" Tights almost jumped up, and Buma's face also changed greatly.
"Sun Wuben, you are … joking!" Buma completely hid behind Sun Wuben and said.
"Joking?"
The corners of Sun Wuben's mouth curled up, and his gaze fell on Wendell. "What do you think, Count Wendell?"
"Yes, I am the famous Count Wendell, and I am also the Count who is about to take over the rule of Earth." Wendell's voice suddenly became cold.
"Impossible!" Buma shouted in a low voice.
"How could this be? We obviously wanted to avoid it, but …" Tights almost cried. She also hid behind Sun Wuben and said with a sad face, "Sun Wuben, you have caused us a lot of trouble this time."
Count Wendell laughed. He stretched out his hand, and the fallen silver sword returned to his hand. "I really can't figure it out. With a Battle Power of 900, you actually have the courage to stand in front of me and be arrogant. I'm afraid you have mistaken my Battle Power."
"That …" Buma revealed half of her face from behind Sun Wuben and smiled flatteringly at Wendell. "This matter has nothing to do with me. It is Sun Wuben who wants to go against you. You guys talk; I will go out and wash my hands first." After saying that, she slowly stepped back. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her.
"Sun Wuben, you bastard, why are you grabbing me? You are courting death, and you want to harm others?" Buma roared.
"Idiot, do you think they will let you leave?" Sun Wuben shouted.
"Very smart!" Count Wendell praised. "Presumably, you already know that this hotel is one of this Count's properties. Without this Count's order, none of you three can leave safely."
"Oh no, oh no, Sun Wuben, you bastard. I invited you to be a bodyguard, but you brought us into the fire pit. Why am I, Buma, so unlucky?" Buma was dejected. With her genius mind, how could she not know that she couldn't leave unless Sun Wuben defeated Count Wendell in front of her?
"Now that things have come to this, there is no other way."
A gun appeared in Tights' hand, and she pointed it at Count Wendell.
"Buma, take out your gun too. Even if you can't hurt the enemy, you can use it to commit suicide," Tights said solemnly. "That's a good idea." When Buma entered the room, she had already seen some of the strange devices and seasonings in the restaurant. With her cleverness, she naturally guessed some terrible endings. Buma also took out her gun.
"It seems that all three of you are ready. Let's begin!" Count Wendell put down the knife and plate.
"Let's begin!" Sun Wuben smiled and put his hands down. Suddenly, his figure moved. As soon as he moved, the numbers on Count Wendell's glasses jumped up. However, Wendell didn't have time to look at the numbers on the glasses carefully because a fist had sunk deep into his flesh-mountain-like belly.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Wendell retreated seven steps in a row, knocking away the tableware with a lot of seasonings behind him.
"Is the appetizer of this pressed pork meatball not bad?" Sun Wuben looked at Wendell coldly. Wendell clutched his stomach, beads of sweat soaking his face.
"He actually hurt me. Does he really only have 900 Battle Power?" Wendell looked at his glasses. At this time, the number on the glasses was 935.
"Since you don't want to make a move, then I will …" Sun Wuben's body appeared in front of Wendell, and his fist fiercely hit Wendell.
"You are too arrogant."
A huge palm grabbed Sun Wuben's fist.
"Regardless of whether your Battle Power is a little higher than 900 or not, I don't have time to play a probing game with you." A ferocious smile appeared on Wendell's face, and then his huge sandbag-like fist directly hit Sun Wuben's face.
Indescribable pain enveloped Sun Wuben. Sun Wuben was sent flying, but his other hand was grabbed by Wendell, so he couldn't fly out at all.
"Peng!"
Punches fell on Sun Wuben's face like raindrops.
"So what if your Battle Power is 900?"
"With a mere 900 Battle Power, you dare to tease me, Earl Wendell? You are really tired of living."
"You've pissed me off. I'm going to eat you, eat you alive …" Wendell punched Sun Wuben with his fists. He was not in the mood to test his strength or fight.
"As long as this Aries is seriously injured, his 900 Battle Power will only be left with the strength to struggle at death's door. When the time comes, I will tie him to a cross, and then I will cut off his flesh piece by piece and dip it in seasoning …" Wendell began to paint a beautiful picture in his mind. For Wendell, the greatest enjoyment was not eating, but looking at the painful and desperate expression of the Aries. That was the most beautiful food in the world.
"Peng!"
Sun Wuben was thrown aside.
"This Aries is already crippled, then next …" Wendell didn't even look at Sun Wuben, who was thrown aside. After taking so many punches from him, he was full of confidence that his opponent was only left with one breath. Wendell smiled and looked at Buma and Tights, who were trembling on the side.
"Don't come over!"
"Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!"
Buma and Tights pulled the trigger, and bullets continuously shot at Wendell. However, Wendell just opened his hands, like two doors blocking in front of him, and then all the bullets hit his open palms.
"It's useless. These bullets are not even enough to tickle me." Wendell shook his head. Soon, Buma and Tights emptied the magazine of bullets.
"What should we do?"
The two women were almost desperate.
"It's all that bastard surnamed Sun's fault. He was so arrogant before. I thought that he had really undergone earth-shaking changes in the past six days and could win."
"It's useless to complain about him. We surrender, Sir Count Wendell. We request to surrender!"
Buma and Tights shouted.
"Surrender …" Wendell smiled, and the fat on his face squeezed together. He looked at Buma and Tights like a cat playing with a mouse. "I have always been very kind to people who can adapt to the circumstances …"
"Hey," a voice interrupted. "Our battle is not over yet."
"Hmm?" Wendell looked at Sun Wuben and saw that Sun Wuben, who was just tired and struggling in pain, seemed to have recovered a lot and was slowly struggling to get up.
"Hahahaha …" Wendell laughed. "I say, after taking so many punches from me, how much combat power do you have left? You dare to argue that the battle is not over. Eudora, go and tie him up. "
"Yes, sir!"
Eudora's movements were very fast. She arrived in front of Sun Wuben in an instant, and a pair of beautiful hands grabbed at Sun Wuben.
"It's none of your business. Get lost." Sun Wuben stretched out his hand, grabbed Eudora's hand, and flung it. Eudora immediately felt an irresistible force, and she flew out.
"Oh, you still have a little combat power." A hint of surprise flashed in Wendell's eyes, and then he laughed. "It seems that your vitality is quite tenacious, but it doesn't matter. The more tenacious you are, the more painful it will be, and the happier this Count will be."
Wendell's fat body, which was like a mountain of meat, suddenly moved. The earth seemed to tremble, and then Wendell arrived in front of Sun Wuben. Then, Sun Wuben's head turned black, and a huge hand that could cover the sky directly grabbed Sun Wuben's head.
"I hate people who are arrogant in front of me the most …"
Count Wendell lifted Sun Wuben up as if he was carrying a sandbag with one hand, and his other hand's fists fell on Sun Wuben like raindrops.
Wendell punched more than ten times in a row, and then he loosened his grip, and Sun Wuben fell to the ground.
"Okay, it's finally my turn …" Wendell looked at Buma and Tights, but …
"Wendell, I forgot to tell you that your fists are actually very weak. Don't tell me that you are so hungry that you have no strength?" Sun Wuben's voice sounded in Wendell's ears.
"What?"
Wendell was taken aback, and then a sharp pain spread from his abdomen to his whole body. He saw an arm sinking deep into the swimming ring of fat on his abdomen.
"Bang!" Sun Wuben pulled out his arm. "Don't you think you are ridiculous? With a mere Battle Power of more than four thousand, you dare to be arrogant in front of me? I hate people who are arrogant in front of me the most. "
"Roar ~ ~"
Wendell's eyes turned red, and endless anger burned in him.
"Congratulations, you've successfully angered me. I want you to die …" Wendell's fan-like palm once again grabbed at Sun Wuben's head. This time, Wendell's attack was filled with anger, and he did not hold back at all. This grab could even crush a ball of fine iron.
A small palm met it.
"Bang!"
The small hand made direct contact with the huge palm, and a piercing pain surged from Wendell's palm. Before he could react, another pain came from his abdomen.
"I said, I hate people who are arrogant in front of me." Sun Wuben once again pulled out his fist from Wendell's abdomen.
"Ah ~ ~" Wendell went crazy.
"Die for me!"
Two fists madly blasted towards Sun Wuben, colliding with Sun Wuben's fist, and then Wendell's mountain-like body flew out.
"Bang!"
Bricks and stones splashed, and a huge light shone in from the outside, and a huge hole appeared in the ceiling.
On a bright red street, Wendell's mountain-like body fell down. He looked at his two fists in pain and horror. Bursts of pain surged from his fists, and a deep fist mark could be seen on each of his fists. When his five fingers moved slightly, it was as if they were cut by a knife.
"Impossible!" Wendell was shocked and woke up from his endless anger.
"Run!"
"He can't possibly have a Battle Power of 900."
Wendell exerted strength in his legs and jumped out of the hole. Then, he fled madly into the distance.
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