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When Brother Beard glanced at Zhang Hu's bandaged shoulder, his eyes suddenly shot out fiercely, and his whole aura suddenly changed. He no longer looked like a gentle gentleman, no longer galloping.
Successful people in the shopping mall are ferocious beasts who choose others to eat, an overlord who truly controls the life and death of others.
But in the blink of an eye, Brother Beard's momentum subsided like a tide. He slowly turned around again and faced the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
"Who did it? Is it possible that they didn't know that you, Zhang Hu, were messing with me, Huzi?" Brother Huzi asked in a calm tone, overlooking the prosperous Hang Lincheng, but there was an unquestionable majesty hidden in his calm tone.
Ever since Brother Huzi changed his career and entered the business world, some of his subordinates who worked hard with him in the past have been active in the shopping mall with him, and some have stayed to take care of things on the road. Zhang Hu is the one who continues to stay on the road.
"It was not done by Taoist priests." Zhang Hu shook his head and said.
"Oh, it wasn't the Taoist priest who did it!" Brother Huzi was a little surprised.
"It was done by a young man who looked like a college student. He killed eighty-two people including me, Zeng Quan, and Zeng Li." Zhang Hu said a little cowardly.
Brother Beard was really surprised this time and couldn't help but turn around. He didn't know how skilled the others were, but brothers Zhang Hu and Zeng Quan and Zeng Li had both been with him. He knew very well what their skills were, and even more so.
What's more, no matter how bad those gangsters are, the number of seventy-nine is still a bit scary.
"Tell me about it!" Brother Beard sat back on the leather swivel chair behind the large desk and asked with interest.
"Yes!" Zhang Hu responded respectfully, and then slowly told what happened.
"You said that the iron rod and knife hitting him were like cutting on steel bars, and they made the sound of gold and iron hitting him?" Brother Beard's originally calm face finally changed a lot, and he couldn't help but stand up from his position.
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"It's absolutely true. Not only that, we checked those watermelon knives afterwards and found that some of the blades were curled." Zhang Hu replied, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Is there really someone who has mastered the Golden Bell Mask?" Bearded Brother said to himself in shock. He couldn't help but walk around in the empty office, his hands habitually moving his beard back and forth.
"Is the Golden Bell Shield really so powerful?" Zhang Hu asked with some doubts. He was also a practitioner, so he had naturally heard of the name of the Golden Bell Shield.
Brother Beard once again stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window and said in a deep voice: "The golden bell is a hard skill that is strong on the outside. It is masculine and strong on the inside. When practiced to the extreme, it will be like a golden bell covering the whole body.
Not only can they withstand punches and kicks without any damage, even ordinary swords can't hurt them, what's more, they can reach the level of Gangqi body protection, and can even block some ordinary bullets."
"Ah! So he has practiced to the extreme!" Zhang Hu couldn't help but said with a look of shock.
"Even if you haven't practiced it to the extreme, you have already practiced it to a very high level. It's strange that the Golden Bell Shield is a hard qigong that is extremely difficult to master. How could he be so young that he can practice it to the point where he looks like he has a Golden Bell Shield body?" Brother Beard said with a look on his face.
Doubtfully.
"Is there nothing we can do about him?" Zhang Hu hesitated and asked reluctantly.
Brother Beard did not answer. He just looked into the distance with his slender eyes, showing a strong fighting spirit. After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Let's check first to see who this person is."
When Zhang Hu heard this, his tiger eyes couldn't help but light up, and then he bowed and said, "Yes, Brother Beard, I'll go check it out right now."
Bearded Brother waved his hand without looking back. Upon seeing this, Zhang Hu quietly stepped back and then walked carefully to the door.
After Zhang Hu left, Brother Beard had a cold smile on his lips and said to himself: "It just so happens that I have made a big breakthrough in my cultivation recently!"
Yu Ziqing did not know that he had attracted the attention and interest of Bearded Brother, the boss of one of the most powerful underground societies in Hang Lincheng. At this time, he was left alone in the laboratory to process the batch of urgent samples.
After working overtime until nine o'clock in the evening, the sample preprocessing was finally completed, and the next step was to install the instrument for testing tomorrow. However, Yu Ziqing did not leave in a hurry, but meticulously tidied up the bottles and jars on the experimental table.
Sometimes Yu Ziqing feels that doing experiments is actually similar to practicing cultivation. There is nothing sloppy at all. It needs to be done step by step and meticulous. Just like organizing the experimental table now seems to be a very small thing, but if it is not dealt with in time, it will be very serious.
Some high-concentration substances may remain on the countertop or some utensils, which may easily cause contamination in the next experiment.
After everything was taken care of, Yu Ziqing slowly walked back carrying his shriveled shoulder bag.
From a distance, Yu Ziqing saw the lights on at Azhen's Steamed Bun Shop. Although it was a bit far away, his extraordinary hearing was still able to faintly hear a woman's whimpering and a man's yelling.
Yu Ziqing's expression changed slightly and he quickly ran towards Azhen's Steamed Bun Shop.
"Smelly bitch, I asked you to raise a pretty boy and cuckold me. You have no money! You say you have no money every day, but it turns out you are raising a pretty boy! Damn it, I'll fuck your ancestors!" In the steamed stuffed bun shop, Zhu Lizhen's bastard husband was looking at me.
He grabbed Azhen's hair and pushed her to the ground, and kept hitting her face with his other hand, leaving bright palm prints and blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
Zhu Lizhen's face was filled with tears, her feet were kicking on the ground, and her hands were scratching her head desperately, trying to break the bastard man's hand away, but it only made her scalp more painful.
"I didn't, I didn't! Let go, you are not my husband, you are a bastard!"
"Damn it, you still dare to speak harshly and scold me, I will step on you to death!" That bastard man stepped on Zhu Lizhen's flailing arm, causing Zhu Lizhen's whole body to convulse in pain.
"Xu, Xu Sheng, I didn't come here to watch you beat your wife. Quickly ask where that pretty boy is?" A stammering voice sounded in the bun shop, it was the buck-toothed brother.
In addition to the buck-toothed brother, there is also a chicken coop and a green-haired boy.
"Did you hear that, bitch, tell me where that pretty boy is? I'm going to kick his testicles out so that he can never touch a woman again in his life!" That bastard man, Xu Sheng, slapped Zhu Lizhen again.
Slap, curse.
"No, I don't. I have nothing to do with him. You can't cause trouble for him!" Zhu Lizhen shouted almost hysterically.
"You still said no, do you think I'm an idiot? How could he show up at the door of the store and stand up for you if it wasn't so late that day?" Xu Sheng cursed angrily, and when he was about to kick Zhu Lizhen, he found Zhu Lizhen's hands
Mu Zheng stared outside in horror, and then screamed: "Ziqing, run!"