Super System Plundering the Heaven

"Wei Zhentian, return to Ming State!"    

Outside the Martial Alliance headquarters, on a luxury sports car, Ye Yu said in a deep voice.    

"Yes, Master!"    

Wei Zhentian's voice rang out in the car.    

"As soon as possible!"    

"Understood!"    

Boom!    

Wei Zhentian's voice fell.    

The sports car that Ye Yu was riding on suddenly let out a low rumble!    

The exhaust pipe at the back of the sports car slowly opened up and became thicker, like a fighter jet exhaust pipe.    

Boom!    

A blue flame spurted out from the exhaust pipe, and the sports car turned into a stream of light and disappeared in front of the Martial Alliance headquarters.    

Yan... On the highway from the capital to the Ming State, a white Wuling god car was speeding.    

Sitting in the driver's seat were eleven middle-aged uncles who looked greasy.    

Su An was a reporter.    

He was working in People's Voices Life magazine.    

Voices Life Magazine only published some of the daily trifles of the neighborhood or strange folklore.    

To put it bluntly, it was a magazine so small that it couldn't be any smaller.    

It was on the verge of bankruptcy.    

Su An had been working in Crowd Voice magazine for ten years.    

He had witnessed the initial creation of Crowd Music Magazine, its non-existent rise and loneliness.    

This was the last time Su An went out for an interview.    

Su An had already made up his mind. After this interview, he would resign and change to a better job.    

This time, Su An's destination for the Ming State was Mingzhou City and First Central Hospital.    

Although the news of Dean Tan Fenghua's death could not be said to be very sensational, it also caused a huge reaction in the industry.    

Mingzhou City Television Station first reported this matter.    

After that, all the big newspapers and magazines also reported it.    

By the time the crowd came back to their senses, the news of Tan Fenghua's death had long been known by everyone.    

After they realized it later, the crowd was unwilling to give up and sent Su An to Ming State.    

Su An's mission this time was to find the materials at the corners of Tan Fenghua's dead body and then report it.    

Su An held the steering wheel with one hand and held the inferior cigarette between his index and middle fingers with the other. He took a deep breath.    

With a flick of his finger, Su An flicked the cigarette at the end of the cigarette through a gap in the window.    

He allowed the spicy smoke to circulate in his lungs and shoot out through his nostrils.    

Su An sighed and complained in his heart.    

"Sigh! I wonder what the leader is thinking!"    

"The news of Tan Fenghua's death has already been reported everywhere. What's the use of me going to Ming State now?"    

"What should be reported, other magazines have already reported it!"    

"No foresight!"    

"[No wonder the public persisted for ten years and was about to go bankrupt!]"    

"Sigh! It's time to leave. I really can't bear to leave!"    

Sighing, Su An's eyes revealed some confusion.    

Could it be that the crowd was really going to disperse?    

Just as Su An was lost in thought, a black shadow suddenly flashed across his eyes, followed by a sharp roar.    

Boom!    

Waves of air swept over, causing the Wuling God Chariot to violently shake a few times.    

Su An was shocked and felt a chill run down his back.    

He gripped the steering wheel tightly and stabilized the car. Only then did Su An recover from his shock.    

"F * ck! Who is this!? How did he drive!? "    

Su An felt a lingering fear in his heart and couldn't help but curse.    

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Su An looked into the distance and saw the rear end of the sports car that had just sped by.    

"It's driving so fast, I'm in a hurry to reincarnate!"    

Su An muttered hatefully in a low voice.    

Subconsciously looking at the indicator on his car, Su An immediately opened his mouth wide.    

110 mph!    

This was the first speed of the indicator panel on Su An's car!    

Su An rubbed his eyes and looked at the indicator board once again. It showed that the speed of the car was still the same!    

"I don't know..."    

Su An muttered under his breath.    

His car's speed was already at 110 miles per hour. Then, how fast was the car that passed by just now?    

"I'm afraid it's flying too low!"    

As the car gradually approached Ming State, a feeling arose in Su An's heart.    

The interview this time would probably be different from the others!