Chapter 266 I'd rather be a centurion than a scholar
In the box, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.
Under such stern gazes.
Chen Zongheng, but still calm and indifferent, stepped on Ding Zhi, slowly raised his glass and sipped the tea.
That calm and gentle look really seemed like... turning a blind eye to everything in front of me.
"Give you three seconds, let go of my nephew immediately."
Ding Long was wearing a camouflage uniform, his eyes were cold, and his voice was filled with terrifying murderous intent.
"otherwise……"
He did not say what he said next.
However, he has made his position clear!
If he is not released, the consequences can be imagined.
In front of the dining table, Chen Zongheng raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him lightly.
"If you ask me to let it go, I will let it go? Aren't I very embarrassed?"
this.
At the door, the group of soldiers:...
This was the first time that they saw someone who was not afraid of death and dared to speak in such a tone in front of the captain!
Ding Long stood there like a sharp sword, only a few feet away from Chen Zongheng.
He had his hands behind his back and was wearing a camouflage uniform, making him calm and intimidating.
"Do you know...who you are talking to?" Ding Long's voice was very calm, but it carried an unprecedented seriousness.
"Do you know who I am?"
Ding Long's two consecutive questions made the whole air condense with his breath!
People in the martial arts camp are naturally violent and carry the murderous aura with their weapons!
After two rounds of questioning, Ding Long slowly raised his right hand and stretched it to his left shoulder.
Slowly, he dusted off the epaulette on his shoulder.
There is no other pattern on the epaulette, only a large traditional Chinese character, ‘百’, is embroidered with turquoise needle and thread!
The words on the epaulette represent his position!
Centurion!
Under one person, over a hundred people!
The centurion of the military camp is already a top-notch existence in this peaceful society and ordinary city!
Everyone who sees him must bow respectfully to show respect!
Another ancient person once said:
Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City.
It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.
This is an absolutely unparalleled martial arts title!
However, in front of the private dining room table, Chen Zongheng still looked calm.
He took a sip of tea, and then... his eyes lightly glanced at Ding Long.
"A mere centurion, how dare you show off your power in front of me?"
Huh~!
As soon as Chen Zongheng said these words...
The whole place fell into complete silence!
this?!
At the door of the box, the group of soldiers:...
This guy... doesn’t want to fucking live anymore?!
Dare you say... such treasonous words in front of Centurion Ding?!
This is simply!
Ding Long stood there, his face stern, his fists clenched, and filled with an unprecedented anger!
"How dare you insult my rank in the military camp? You have committed a serious crime by being rebellious and unethical!"
"Come here! Get it!" Ding Long shouted!
Then, Ding Long gave the order!
Outside the box door, a group of soldiers in camouflage colors... suddenly rushed in!
A sharp sword suddenly came out of its sheath!
The edge of the sword reveals its murderous intent!
This kind of sword is definitely not a weapon used by ordinary people in the world.
The sword of the martial arts camp has been hammered for thousands of times, cutting iron like clay. It is a true magic weapon in combat!
"Take me?" Chen Zong sat in front of the dining table, looking around with indifferent eyes, and the corner of his mouth... raised a cold and disdainful arc.
"Are you qualified?"
Huh~!
After hearing these words, the faces of the soldiers from the military camp froze?!
"Bold! How dare you do this in front of my husband?!" At this moment, a soldier looked angry and yelled!
However, the soldier just finished speaking.
Chen Zongheng suddenly raised his hand and slapped him in the air!
"Bang...!!" The soldier was directly thrown away by a terrifying force...!
"Poof!" The soldier spurted out a mouthful of bloody blood, and his body was hit hard against a wall behind him. The wall was directly shattered and exploded!
The sky is filled with dust!
All the soldiers present turned pale?!
Damn it!
What means?!
Just now, all of them... didn't see clearly... what happened!
All I saw was that the man volleyed his palm... and slapped the soldier away??
this?!
How on earth did he do it?!
Turn energy into energy?
Damn it... but the real world is not a mythical martial arts world! How could humans... have such a method?!
Everyone at the entire scene was in shock.
Only Ding Long stood there, clenching his fists...his pupils trembled suddenly!
Just now, no one could see clearly... what happened.
But he faintly captured...a trace of the picture!
That's not a mythical martial arts... nor is it... hurting people from a distance.
Rather, the speed is as fast as the human limit!
In the blink of an eye, even... at a speed that was not even noticed by the human eye... he had already flashed out... slapped the person away, and then returned to his seat at supersonic speed.
Everything is done in one go, as fast as lightning!
The speed is so fast that even... not even the group of warriors in front of me can catch it!
At this moment, a drop of cold sweat... slowly seeped out on Ding Long's forehead!
this…!
This kind of speed... how terrifying does it need to be??!
"Who...are you... exactly?"
Chen Zong sat in front of the dining table, stepped on Ding Zhi, and slowly lit a cigarette.
"I...? I'm just a small person, insignificant. Compared with Centurion Ding, I'm insignificant."
"Why, Centurion Ding, do you... want to compete with me in level?"
Chen Zong tapped lightly on the table with his fingers. His voice was calm and his mood swings could not be seen clearly.
But the cynicism in his words was a bit ironic.
The group of camouflage soldiers present were furious when they heard that Ding Baifu was being humiliated. Nearly a hundred of them drew their swords out of their sheaths and were about to rush forward.
But Ding Long stopped his men.
"You will step back."
Ding Long's eyes were suspicious and solemn... staring closely at Chen Zongheng in front of the dining table.
When his eyes glanced at the bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of the dining table... Ding Long was slightly startled?
Then, he looked at Chen Zongheng again...that calm and calm posture??
Could it be??
An idea suddenly appeared in Ding Long's mind?!
Could it be that... this seemingly elegant and fair-skinned young man... is also... a member of the martial arts camp??
Ding Long's eyes were solemn as never before, and he slowly placed his right hand on the handle of the sword on his left waist.
His eyes stared coldly at Chen Zongheng.
"Who are you? If you have the guts... give me your name."
Chen Zongheng raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eye, "Are you...sure?"
Ask him to give his name?
Who in this world dares?
Ding Long's face was cold and stern, and his whole body was like a long sword ready to be fired, ready to come out of his body at any time.
His anger has reached its peak!
"If you have the guts, tell me your identity!"
At that moment, Chen Zongheng... smiled.
He flicked his sleeves and stood up slowly.
"Crack!" A crack... spread from the ground of the leather shoes under his feet... instantly~!
The next moment, there was a "Boom!" sound!
The ground beneath Chen Zongheng's feet suddenly cracked and collapsed!
A huge font... slowly emerges from the ground beneath your feet...!
