Frightened and Furious

On the spacious road in Xiangjiang, a jet black stretched Rolls-Royce drove past.

Because it was the second day of junior high school, there were cars everywhere on the road.

After all, Xiangjiang is Xiangjiang, known as the city of the Four Asian Tigers. The per capita living standard of this city in the 1990s was even better than that of European and American countries in the 1910s and 20s.

I can’t say that every household has a car, but it’s not much different.

The second day of the Lunar New Year is a day to visit relatives, so the roads will naturally be crowded.

But Luo Ji, who was driving, didn't feel this way. After all, he was driving an extended Rolls-Royce. Even if he didn't recognize the Rolls-Royce logo, most people would stay away from it because of the extended version.

open.

In modern society, if you want to survive, you must understand a truth.

Money is not everything, but money can solve 99% of things in life.

A stretched version of a sedan is enough to make most people feel intimidated.

In the car, on the orange leather sofa, Chen Changqing held a glass of ice milk in his hand, and next to him was an ancient book by Zhuangzi that he had read nearly a hundred times, although there were still many things he couldn't understand.

But whenever he has time on weekdays, Chen Changqing will take it out and read it twice.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Chen Changqing always feels that when reading this ancient book by Zhuangzi, his thinking and attention will be highly concentrated.

On the other side, May's pretty face showed a bit of worry:

"Axue, do you think Mr. Hong doesn't like me?"

After the words fell, Axue held May's arm and comforted him: "No, you have seen the old man, he is very nice."

May opened her mouth, her expression a little more tangled:

"I've met a few times, but the problem is..."

Indeed, she had met Mr. Hong, and she had known him earlier than Axue.

But before Chen Changqing made a statement, the Ni family supported May and Mr. Hong supported A Xue, although they both knew it well.

No matter who he supports, Chen Changqing will ultimately make his own decision.

But the problem is that the authorities are blind to the onlookers.

Just like when A Xue went to Ni's house to celebrate the New Year this time, dare I say she didn't feel panic at that time?

As for May's mood at the moment, Ashue knew very well, so she comforted her:

"Don't worry, Sister May, the old man will agree with you, besides, there is me, right?"

Although she was very nervous, she was a rising star in the political and legal department after all. After taking a deep breath, May looked at Ashue seriously:

"You have to help me then."

Ashue patted her chest and promised sincerely:

"Don't worry, Sister May, I will definitely help you."

Drinking water does not forget the man who dug the well. Xue knows that she is a woman with capital. With her pretty face, perfect body proportions, and strong work ability, she is enough to make 99% of the men in the world fascinated by her.

But my own boss is not included in this list.

Coupled with Chen Changqing's terrifying physical strength, after getting the boss, Ashue had no intention of monopolizing it.

On the other side, Chen Changqing in the car did not pay attention to the conversation between A Xue and May. At this moment, he was concentrating on reading this ancient book by Zhuangzi.

But the next moment, when Chen Changqing had some realization.

I felt an inexplicable palpitation in my heart, and there seemed to be a roaring sound in my ears.

Subconsciously, Chen Changqing's eyes narrowed and he instinctively looked out the window:

"Did you hear that?"

May was stunned and looked at Chen Changqing with a confused look:

"What?"

Although Ashue next to him didn't speak, his eyes looked equally confused.

Staring out the window, there are cars on the wide street.

Chen Changqing's gaze seemed to pass through tall buildings.

Although he didn't know what happened, following a whim, Chen Changqing frowned, and his expression became more solemn and uneasy: "Luo Ji, drive quickly, I have a bad feeling."

In the driver's seat, as Chen Changqing finished speaking, the taciturn Luo Ji nodded, and then stepped on the accelerator.

And on the other side,

The Hong Ji Milk Tea Shop on Wutong Street has been washed away by the years, and the neat wooden floor has a touch of yellow with vicissitudes of life.

As soon as he hit the ground, his clothes exploded.

The old man had a pair of tiger eyes and clenched fists as big as casseroles. A terrifying and ferocious aura filled the air around him, giving the impression that he was like an evil tiger walking down the mountain. Under the loose skin, there was a thick backbone.

keel.

As the muscles tightened, there seemed to be infinite power rising inside the old man's body.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the sound exploded from the tip of his tongue.

Like a thunder in spring, in an instant, most of the people on Wutong Street subconsciously raised their heads and looked up at the sky. This loud shout made people subconsciously think that it was a thunder that exploded in the sky.

Chen Changqing first learned Hong Quan, but later fought in Neon.

Chen Changqing blazed his own path and created his own Evergreen Boxing. Although his boxing technique was derived from Hong Boxing, it was fundamentally different from Hong Boxing.

On the other hand, look at the old man here.

He has been practicing Hong Quan all his life. Although the master has his own way, the essence of the old man's boxing is still Hong Quan.

Dragon, snake, tiger, leopard, crane!

He punched out a fist as big as a casserole. Although he looked middle-aged and obese, the muscles in the old man's arms were as tight as steel wires. The fierce punch and the shrill sound of breaking through the air were like a hunting tiger in the mountain stream!

The distance between the two people should not exceed five steps.

Although Mr. Hong is not a great master, the speed of his fist at this moment can reach 340 meters/second.

The distance of five steps, the time of 0.01 seconds.

Normal people can't react at all. In addition, Hong's fist is powerful and heavy, and the punch is unparalleled. Even if he is also a master, it will be difficult to resist this punch.

However, the next moment, what Mr. Hong did not expect was.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the bearded Mr. Guo struck back and grasped Mr. Hong's fist with a thick palm. It seemed to be an understatement, and there was no even shaking of the body.

In an instant, the old man was shocked and subconsciously shouted:

"You are the Grand Master!?"

Mr. Hong knows how powerful his fist is.

The gap between a grandmaster like him and a great grandmaster is not that big. What they lack is just enough energy and blood to evolve their own path, compared to newcomers who have just been promoted to grandmaster.

Old masters like Mr. Hong are stronger.

Since Mr. Guo, the bearded man, blocked his punch so easily, it meant one thing - the opponent's strength was far greater than his own!

Even so, knowing that the other party is most likely a grand master,

The old man did not retreat, but instead threw a second punch ferociously.

It's a pity that this kind of punch speed that reaches the speed of sound is too slow in Big Beard's eyes. In less than a second, after seven or eight fights, under the absolute strength gap, Mr. Hong was locked with Big Beard's arms.

Ignoring Mr. Hong who was still struggling in his hands.

The bearded Mr. Guo turned his head and looked out the window, thinking for a moment with a sickly look on his face, and then he shook his head:

"Why bother?"

As he spoke, as his arm exerted force, an unstoppable force pushed out along the bearded palm.

"Bang!"

His body was like a cannonball. Mr. Hong subconsciously wanted to grab the opponent, but the force was too strong. The terrifying force directly tore off the muscles of Mr. Hong's arm.

"Boom!"

The window was broken, and Mr. Hong was thrown out with drops of blood.

The two-finger-thick door panel cracked directly, and the sharp wood slag tore his clothes. Under this terrible force, the old man flew a dozen meters away, and his back hit a telephone pole.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the iron telephone pole was dented by the smash.

My arms were shaking, and there was a sharp pain in my abdomen, as if my internal organs had been torn apart.

With a sound of "Wow", a mouthful of blood spit out from the old man's mouth.

After patting the dust behind him, the bearded man, who was 2.4 meters tall, had a thick frame but was thin, walked out of Hongji Milk Tea Shop. He seemed to sense something, and looked up at the street entrance.

There was a black extended-length Rolls-Royce that had just driven in.
Chapter completed!