Mingtong was talking about the Shengwu Order with Jin Zhenkun. Suddenly, the door of the ward suddenly opened and a middle-aged man walked in with a few young men.

"Ah, will... President?" Seeing the middle-aged man, Mingtong was stunned for a moment. Jin Zhenkun next to him was like him.

They never expected that Huang Mingzhong, the president of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, would suddenly appear in front of them.

Especially Mingtong, he asked his disciple to call Huang Mingzhong just now.

However, Huang Mingzhong, who had always been kind, did not look as good as before, and did not even ask about his injuries. He slapped him in the face twice: "Baoman, do you know what you are doing?"

"Ah!" Mingtong was stunned.

Huang Mingzhong's slap made him doubt his life.

"What? It's better to be successful than to lose things. If I had known, I wouldn't have sent you here!" Huang Mingzhong looked at Mingtong coldly, his face full of anger.

"I... President, I am indeed injured and unable to compete for the Holy Martial Order, but... but you shouldn't... shouldn't..." After a while, Mingtong reacted, touched his hot face and said aggrievedly.

"What shouldn't be? Shouldn't you be beaten?" Huang Mingzhong snorted coldly.

"Hmph, I not only want to hit you, but I also want to ruin you!" Huang Mingzhong said again.

"President..."

Before Mingtong could speak, Huang Mingzhong scolded: "Shut up, do you know who you messed with?"

"Ah?" Mingtong was stunned again. He thought Huang Mingzhong was unable to help him compete for the Holy Martial Order because he was injured, but he did not expect that Huang Mingzhong did not seem to be angry because of that.

"Hmph, do you think I blame you for not being able to compete for the Holy Martial Order again?" Huang Mingzhong looked at Mingtong coldly, and then said, "No, compared with the Holy Martial Order, I'm even more angry that you have offended someone you shouldn't have offended!"

"Have you messed with someone you shouldn't have messed with? I...no?" Mingtong was even more confused.

"No? How did you get hurt?" Huang Mingzhong shouted.

"I was injured by a kid, that kid..."

"Bang!" Huang Mingzhong slapped Mingtong on the face again and said in a roaring voice: "Boy? Do you know what that 'boy' is?"

"Ah...you mean, that kid is just 'the person you shouldn't mess with'?" Mingtong was shocked, reacted, and looked at Huang Mingzhong incredibly.

"Hmph, what do you think?" After slapping Mingtong twice, Huang Mingzhong's anger seemed to have subsided a little.

"How is that possible?" Mingtong exclaimed.

"How is it impossible? Humph, were you curious before that you just asked someone to call me and I appeared in front of you? That's because I'm already in Yang City."

Upon hearing this, Mingtong opened his mouth wide: "President, do you want me to be Ming and you are secretly fighting for the Holy Martial Order?"

"Hmph, Shengwu Order? No, I came to Yang City mainly to meet someone." Huang Mingzhong snorted coldly.

Before Huang Mingzhong could finish his words, Mingtong was stunned: "President, you don't want to say that the person you came to meet was that boy, right?"

"Boy? If you really know how scary he is, you wouldn't call him a boy." Huang Mingzhong glanced at Mingtong and said, "His strength can not only kill you in seconds, but also kill me in seconds!"

"Second...kill you in seconds?" Mingtong looked at Huang Zhongming, his mind a little confused.

Huang Mingzhong is not only the chairman of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, but also a master of national martial arts with certain fame throughout the country. He once fought against eight foreign fighting masters and easily won.

He never thought that such a powerful existence would say that someone could kill him instantly?

"Hmph, in addition to his terrifying strength, the most terrifying thing about that man is his identity, his identity..." Speaking of this, Huang Mingzhong's face became extremely solemn and afraid.

Mingtong and Jin Zhenkun listened carefully, waiting for Huang Mingzhong's following.

However, Huang Mingzhong no longer had the intention to continue talking.

"Anyway, that's a terrible existence. If you mess with him, you don't want to die, hurry up and follow me to apologize to him." Huang Mingzhong paused for a long time before saying.

"Tell me... apologize?" After hearing Huang Mingzhong's words, Jin Zhenkun's face showed extreme madness: "President, that not only hurt my disciple, but also scared my son to death. Now I still break my spine. I can't say that I want to become a useless person. Do you want me to apologize? No, it's impossible. It's impossible!"

"You are the number one national martial arts master in Yang City, right?" Huang Mingzhong only looked at Jin Zhenkun at this time.

"President, I am Jin Zhenkun!" Jin Zhenkun said in a low voice.

"Okay, from today on, you are no longer a member of the Wushu Association. Do whatever you should do. I can't control it!" Huang Mingzhong glanced at Jin Zhenkun and said coldly.

Then, he looked at Mingtong.

Seeing Huang Mingzhong's eyes, Mingtong was shocked all over and instantly realized that the seriousness of the matter was far beyond his expectations. He struggled to get up from the hospital bed while coughing up blood: "Will... President, I will apologize immediately, I will apologize immediately!"

"Let's go! Come with me!" Huang Mingzhong said after asking his subordinates to support Mingtong. Then, he decisively left the hospital.

"Ah, Huang Mingzhong, you are a waste. You drove me out of the martial arts association for a boy. You are so cruel." Looking at Huang Mingzhong and Mingtong's departure, Jin Zhenkun was so angry that his eyes were rolling and he punched the hospital bed.

However, due to excessive force, his back made a crack, and his spine broke again, almost fainting. After a long time, he calmed down!

As soon as he eased up, he roared at the disciple beside him, "Go, arrest the woman named Susie for me."

"Master...Master, why did you catch that Suxi?" Looking at the ferocious look on Jin Zhenkun's face, and listening to Jin Zhenkun's cold voice, the people around him trembled, but they were confused.

"Don't be too fucking nonsense. I'll tell you to go." Jin Zhenkun was furious and his face was fierce.

"Go now?" Jin Zhenkun's apprentice became even more confused.

"Yes, go now. No matter what method you use, you must tie that woman to Lao Shan for me!" Jin Zhenkun's fists clenched, and a cruel aura appeared on his face.

Laoshan?

Jin Zhenkun's disciples trembled all over. They were not unfamiliar with that place. Because there were several corpses buried there, those corpses were the ones who angered Jin Zhenkun during their lifetime!

"Why don't you go quickly?" Seeing that the disciple was still standing still, Jin Zhenkun shouted again.

In an instant, the disciples ran out in panic.

After the disciples walked out, Jin Zhenkun turned to another disciple and said gloomyly: "Ah Hua, I asked you to contact the killer, how did you contact?"

"Master, I can summon hundreds of killers with only one word!" The young man called Ah Hua whispered.

"Okay! Very good!" Jin Zhenkun smiled gloomy and said cruelly: "When they tied that woman to you, you immediately contact the killers and let them go to Laoshan to prepare. I want to see the boy named Liu Mang blooming in his head!"

"Yes, master! As long as that boy appears in Laoshan, that boy will have no way to die!" Ah Hua said in a deep voice.

"As long as you catch that woman named Suxi to Laoshan, that kid will definitely go!" Jin Zhenkun said in a serene manner.

......

When Jin Zhenkun was thinking about dealing with Liu Mang, Huang Mingzhong, president of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, led vice president Mingtong to the Su Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.

"President, is that person really that scary?" Along the way, Mingtong still couldn't imagine how a person in his twenties could make Huang Mingzhong so afraid. So he asked a few more questions.

"Terrible?" Huang Mingzhong paused slightly and looked at Mingtong: "It's not just terrifying! That person wants to kill you or me, just like killing a chicken. And after killing, there will definitely be nothing wrong. Do you think this is terrifying?"

"Ah? He...who is his identity?" Mingtong was frightened!

He may not be considered a big shot, but Huang Mingzhong is really a person. In addition to the title of President of the Martial Arts Association, he also has many titles in the province and even across the country. Relatively speaking, he can be considered a person, even the head of a city or the leader of the province respects him extremely. However, such a person, if he is killed by that person, will that person not have anything to do?

What is that person’s identity?

Is this fucking scary?

"Mingtong, seeing that our relationship is so good, I can tell you some information. However, you must keep it confidential. Otherwise, if something happens, I will not be able to protect you!" Huang Mingzhong whispered.

"Yes!" Mingtong nodded solemnly.

Then, Huang Mingzhong whispered in Mingtong's ear.

After a while, Mingtong trembled all over and showed an incredible look: "Then...will he be similar to the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Your metaphor is very appropriate, but the difference is that the Jinyiwei is responsible for the emperor, while he is responsible for the country..." Huang Mingzhong whispered.

Before Huang Mingzhong finished speaking, Mingtong said tremblingly: "Will... President, don't... stop talking, I... I'd better go and apologize quickly. I..."
Chapter completed!