"Mr. Zhao Qiang, can you tell us how you met Miss Tang Tang?"
"Okay! It was a sunny summer day, and I was walking on the street paved with bluestone bricks. Suddenly, my eyes lit up. A woman wearing a floral cotton dress came across from me, as graceful as a dragon.
Wanruo Youlong... Oh my god! So beautiful! We passed by each other, and when I turned around to look at her, she happened to turn back and smiled at me. The smile burned my face..."
"...Mr. Zhao Qiang, are you sure this is how you and Miss Tang Tang met?"
"Yes!" Zhao Qiang nodded and said.
"But...why do I feel so Qiong Yao-esque?" Yuan Feiyue said with a wry smile.
"Hey, I'm not knowledgeable anymore. This is Xi Juan's style. I just watched it yesterday."
"...What are Mr. Zhao Qiang's usual hobbies?"
"My hobbies are very broad. Normally... wait, let me answer the phone." When Zhao Qiang was about to answer, the phone in his pocket rang. He picked it up and looked at it, and the smile on his face became suspicious. "Hey, talk.
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"..."
"Hello……"
"..."
Zhao Qiang called twice but no one responded, and then he heard Lianhua's voice coming from the microphone, "Gee, my name is Lianhua, handsome guy. I think we have a misunderstanding, let's talk about it, don't do anything yet! That's too rude.
Already..."
Zhao Qiang hung up the phone and said to Yuan Feiyue with a smile: "Sorry, I have some urgent matters to deal with and cannot be interviewed. By the way, to answer your last question, my usual hobby is killing people."
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It is very beneficial for a man to be handsome. At least he can win the favor of women quickly. Looking at the fierce fight between the people in the private room, Sister Hong felt a little anxious. Lang Yixin was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and he was also
A man with the most unique temperament. From the bottom of her heart, she did not want him to conflict with the "Princes".
And that girl Lotus made her love talents even more. As long as she packaged it a little bit and gave her a meaningful or catchy name, she became famous. What's more, the two of them just killed a child, and the one who will follow
A pervert who burned his good sister Aqiao to charcoal after seven years.
But she couldn't and didn't dare to plead for them. Her life was given by this man from the "Prince's Gate", and everything she had now was also given by this man. The man who climbed up from her belly was neither a thousand nor eight hundred.
, she sees men very clearly.
Although this man looks gentle and gentle on the surface, his cunning and viciousness are unimaginable. If he can manage this club well, so can others. Therefore, beyond ability, loyalty and obedience are the key to success.
It is the best sacrifice to that man.
When Dou Ning rushed over, Lang Yixin still stood on the spot without moving. But his body was very tight, and his hands were gathering strength. He looked at Dou Ning who was getting closer and closer with stern eyes, his face still full of emotion.
That calm expression. Other people's facial expressions are ever-changing, but Lang Yixin only has two, one is angry, and the other is expressionless. The two are less than one person apart, in front of Dou Ning's fist.
He stretched out his fist and hit Lang Yixin's head with a Thai uppercut. Lang Yixin's heart was moved and he swung out his fist full of strength like a rabbit.
"Bang!"
The two fists smashed together hard. Lang Yixin staggered back two steps, while Dou Ning took four or five steps back before standing up. In the first move, Lang Yixin won half the battle. Dou Ning was secretly surprised, no wonder
The momentum of the "Xuanwu Sect" is increasing year by year, and it is overwhelming the "Prince Sect". They are full of perversions.
The last time I fought against Zhao Qiang, the master of the "Xuanwu Sect", his speed was beyond human ability. I, who have always been good at speed, couldn't do anything in front of him. But today, Lang Yixin's explosive power was even more astonishing.
He accelerates by taking a run-up, and he can still push himself back while standing still. His fist strength and wrist strength are far inferior to his own.
Understanding the gap between himself and the opponent, Dou Ning no longer took advantage of the situation, and started to engage in guerrilla fighting with Lang Yixin, using his own speed advantage to attack the opponent. Lang Yixin had already received several punches, and Dou Ning's clothes were also stained.
There were a few more cuts. The two of them fought with fists and kicks, and they had a great time.
Dou Ning was able to fight Zhao Qiang for a long time, so his skills were naturally extraordinary, and Lang Yixin was even more perverted. Both of them were speed-based opponents, but Lang Yixin was stronger than Dou Ning, and Dou Ning was slightly faster than Lang Yixin.
One chip. The two were evenly matched, and it was difficult to tell the winner.
Lianhua was a bit overwhelmed when she met Ren Ya. After all, she was a woman, and she was more restricted in martial arts. Except for Lan Xin, the super being, the other female disciples in the sect were not as skilled as the male disciples. Ren Ya was "
One of the five gods of the "Prince Sect", he has unparalleled strength in martial arts. In addition, he was humiliated in front of Zhao Qiang last time. He even attacked with hatred, forcing Lotus to retreat step by step.
"Ah, I don't want to fight, I don't want to fight..." Lianhua shouted as she stepped back.
"Do you think this is a movie? Stop when you say stop? I don't have the habit of pitying women." Ren Ya shouted excitedly. He could feel that the woman couldn't withstand his slashing and slashing, and every time she blocked it,
Her brows will jump in pain, and her strength is gradually disappearing. In a few more rounds, she can be chopped down by the knife. Although it is a bit cruel to such a little beauty, but... not killing her is cruel to yourself. Woman
They are human beings, and their revenge is more terrifying than that of men.
Lianhua's hand became more and more sore, and the dagger was unable to stop the attack of the machete in the red-haired man's hand. Lianhua had already retreated to the window, with no way to retreat. Ren Ya smiled ferociously and raised the knife forward, with an excited expression on the red-haired man's hand.
Against the background, it looks like a person with constipation, extremely ugly.
"when!"
After trying his best to block another blow, the dagger in his hand finally lost control and fell off. Knowing that success was in sight, Ren Ya slashed at it again with no mercy. Lianhua shouted loudly: "Lang Yixin..."
With no way to retreat, she turned around and ran, exposing her back to others. Lianhua had no choice but to raise her palms, ready to rush into the man's arms and catch the knife at close range. Ren Ya's knife did not cut down, but when he did,
Halfway through, he felt a chill on his back, and then a sharp pain came over him. Before he could turn around, another heavy palm slapped his body away.
Although Lang Yixin was ruthless on the surface, he was always paying attention to the situation on the Lotus side. Hearing her cry for help, Lang Yixin knew that her situation was dangerous. After punching Dou Ning a few times, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards Ren Ya.
. Ren Ya, who was completely unprepared, was scratched on his back and then slapped away with his palm. This was also the most actions he had done in the shortest time.
While Lang Yixin slapped Ren Ya away, a strong force came from his back. He felt dizzy and suffocated in his chest. He also received a solid punch on the back, and it was Dou Ning who chased after him. Lang Yixin staggered.
He rushed towards Lianhua, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, all over Lianhua who was stepping forward to hug him.
"Yixin, how are you?" Lianhua asked anxiously.
"I'm fine." Lang Yixin wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said expressionlessly. There was no trace of pain on his face. If it weren't for his pale face, he would look like an uninjured person.
Are you really okay? Yixin, don't scare me." Lianhua looked at Lang Yixin's face and asked nervously.
"...If you don't shake it so hard, I think I will be better." After Lang Yixin said this, he turned back to Dou Ning, who was approaching him with a smile on his face, with his fists clenched tightly.
Holding the hand, the pupils turned crimson in an instant. Although the crimson color is not as obvious as at night in the daytime, it is still enough to make people palpitate. Sister Hong did not expect that this handsome and handsome young man would have such a beast-like look in his eyes, like
It's like being brought from hell.
Dou Ning, who thought he was sure of winning, couldn't help but become cautious again when he saw the other person's eyes. Just now, the Golden God specifically mentioned his red pupils and Boming Fist. If he was careless again and was beaten into a pig's head in front of the Golden God,
, then I will have no shame to hang out in the "Prince's Gate" from now on, I will be completely embarrassed.
"Stop it, everyone." A man's voice suddenly sounded in the private room.
Dou Ning, who was preparing for the second round of fighting, turned around and saw an extremely weird scene. The golden god of the "Prince Gate", the man sitting on the mahogany chair, had a gun pointed at his head, while
The person in his head is Amon, the manager of the "Hong Kong Club".
What's going on?
Not only Dou Ning was dumbfounded, but also Lang Yixin, Lianhua and the others looked puzzled.
Which play is this being played in?
Countermeasures?
Bitter meat scheme?
Honey trap?
Idiot plan?
"Amon, are you crazy? Stop it." Also puzzled is Sister Hong, who has been staying in the "Hong Kong Club" since it opened. From a low-level employee to a manager, she has always been kind and polite.
How come Amon, who is so versatile, suddenly does such a stupid thing?
"Sister Hong, I'm sorry, I have to do this." Amon didn't look back, and he didn't dare. His finger pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the head of "Prince Gate" Jin Kaile Zhengrubin, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
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"Why? Do you know who you are pointing the gun at? Put down the gun and apologize to Master Le Zheng, hurry up!" Sister Hong said anxiously. She has already lost a good sister today, and she will be extremely cooperative if she loses this one again.
Amon, who has a tacit understanding, will have nothing to miss in Hong Kong from now on.
"Sister Hong, I'm sorry, I'm from the Xuanwu Sect." Amon said seriously. As soon as he said this, the whole audience was shocked. "The people from the Xuanwu Sect have such strong infiltration capabilities? Is it infiltration in the early stage or bribery in the later stage? If so
If they penetrate early, their ambitions will be too strong.
"What do you want?" Lezheng Ruibin, who had a gun pointed at his head, was not afraid at all and asked calmly.
"Let them go." Although Amon did not say who they were, the target was already obvious.