Although Mr. Hong has always been steadfast in his vows, he is still uneasy and does not dare to show it in front of Mr. Hong.
Mr. Hong smiled disdainfully: "It's just a small trick!"
After he finished speaking, he grabbed an iron spoon on the tea table and waved it, and a cold light flashed through it.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and a light-transmitting hole instantly appeared on the villa's security door.
Zhuang Sheng's eyes suddenly widened. This was the first time he had seen such a powerful master with his own eyes.
From their position, they were fifteen meters away from the security door. When the iron spoon was in Mr. Hong's hand, it penetrated the security door instantly like a bullet.
The security door of the banker's villa was made of special alloy materials, but it was unbelievable that it was penetrated by an ordinary iron spoon.
"My apprentice can also do this!"
Mr. Hong looked proud. Although he did not respond to Zhuang Sheng's words, he told him with practical actions how powerful his apprentice was.
Only then did Zhuang Sheng come back to his senses, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said quickly: "Mr. Hong, it's me who worries too much!"
Time passed by, and it had been two hours since Mr. Hong's apprentice left, but still no one came back.
Even Mr. Hong felt something was wrong.
"Mr. Hong, why hasn't Brother Zhao come back yet? Why don't you give him a call?"
Zhuang Sheng asked cautiously.
Mr. Hong frowned, with a bit of displeasure on his face: "What? It's only been two hours, and you can't wait any longer?"
"No, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to have someone prepare meals for you when it's dinner time."
Zhuang Sheng was shocked and quickly explained.
Mr. Hong snorted: "You should have someone prepare it first!"
"yes!"
Zhuang Sheng quickly left the villa.
After Zhuang Sheng left, Mr. Hong dialed his apprentice's phone number.
I called several times in succession, but no one answered.
"Mr. Hong, it's not good!"
At this moment, Zhuang Sheng, who had just left, rushed in with a look of horror on his face.
"What happened? You are so rude!"
Mr. Hong said angrily.
"Zhao, Brother Zhao, is back!"
There was still fear in Zhuang Sheng's eyes.
Before Mr. Hong realized what was going on, he sneered: "Isn't it normal for him to come back? Do you want to kill someone for your banker and still stay outside? Let him come to see me!"
"Zhao, Brother Zhao, he, he is dead!"
Zhuang Sheng swallowed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and stammered.
"What?"
Mr. Hong suddenly stood up, his face full of shock.
He knew best what kind of strength his disciples had, and the disciple who was sent out to kill Liu Chen was his most proud disciple, who completely inherited his martial arts.
But now, Zhuang Sheng told him that he was dead!
"Dead? Who is dead? Tell me again!"
Mr. Hong's figure flashed, and he came to Zhuang Sheng in an instant, grabbed his throat, and lifted him up with one arm.
Zhuang Sheng's face turned pale, his pupils were full of fear, his throat was strangled, and he couldn't breathe smoothly. How could he speak?
With a "bang", Zhuang Sheng was thrown aside by Mr. Hong.
Mr. Hong gritted his teeth and said: "If you dare to lie to me a word, I will kill you!"
Soon, Mr. Hong saw a corpse, which was his most proud disciple. His chest was a mess of blood and flesh.
The apprentice's head was tilted to the side and his neck was broken. Obviously, this was the fatal blow.
His eyes were still wide open, filled with despair.
