Qian Ming knew very well that the two people in front of him were not good people.
But he didn't know where he had offended the other party to make the other party set up such a large array to attack him.
"It doesn't matter who we are," one of the shadows said coldly, "Hand over the Shinto Talisman in your hand!"
"Shinto Talisman Summon!"
I see!
In an instant, Qian Ming figured out the pass. It turned out that he was not an enemy, but was summoned for the Shinto Talisman.
"You two are indeed very well-informed. Yes, I got the Shinto Talisman, but whoever would hold that thing in my hand, I would have used it long ago!"
Qian Ming snorted softly.
He was not afraid of the two of them. Although the other party did not take action, he was sure that the other party must not have reached the Qi refining stage.
Qian Ming had been in constant contact with his mentor at the Qi Refining Stage all day long, and he had experienced the spiritual pressure of the Qi Refining Stage monks, which was incomparable to him.
However, his body now feels numb, and his eyes are a little dazed.
What the other party said just now is not accurate. The anesthetic in the bullet has taken effect.
After hearing Qian Ming's words, the two people opposite him first frowned and then looked at each other.
"Since you toasted and refused to eat, don't blame us for being rude!"
As soon as he finished speaking, one of them rushed towards Qian Ming's door.
Before anyone arrived, Qian Ming felt a strong wind pressure coming towards his face.
Late stage of bodybuilding!
Like him, the other party is also a monk in the late stage of physical training.
Seeing this, Qian Ming endured dizziness, turned his fingers into swords, and stabbed the opponent directly in the eyes.
laugh!
The speed of this sword finger is extremely fast, the last strike comes first, and it goes straight towards the incoming person with a pair of moves.
The visitor's expression changed, and at the critical moment, he turned his head.
The sword finger grazed his brow bone and stabbed it, leaving a half-inch deep wound on his brow bone. Blood gurgled from the wound.
The two of them broke up as soon as they touched each other.
With one move, the attacker actually suffered a hidden loss.
He wiped the blood on his brow with his left hand, stretched out his tongue and licked it, and sneered: "Students from Penglaixian Academy are really good at it."
"You actually know my identity?"
Qian Ming staggered a little.
Anesthetics are becoming more and more effective.
Obviously, the other party also noticed that something was wrong with Qian Ming's state and began to delay.
"That's right. Do you want to know how we learned that you have the Shinto Talisman in your hand?"
Even though he knew that the other party was stalling for time, Qian Ming couldn't help but stop and listen. This was what he was most curious about.
It stands to reason that not many people except the people in the academy and those in charge of connecting with the academy from the Penglaixian Academy are aware of this matter.
Even the top leaders of the Extraordinary Association probably don't know about this little thing.
How did the other party know?
Also, who is the other party? Is there a traitor in the academy?
For a time, Qian Ming thought of a lot.
"You have placed someone in our academy? If my guess is correct, it should be a certain student!"
Qian Ming gasped.
When the two of them heard this, they were shocked, then stopped talking and rushed towards Qian Ming together.
When Qian Ming saw the two men charging towards them, he did not choose to fight forcefully, but retreated while fighting.
He backed away and said, "It seems I was right!"
As he spoke, Qian Ming swayed, dodged a punch, and received another slap. Taking advantage of the gap, he reached out and pulled off the mask of the other person.
"Americans!"
He recognized the other party's origin at a glance.
"Quick! Attack with all your strength, otherwise things will change if you wait too long!"
Seeing that his identity was exposed, the leader said anxiously.
Immediately, the two men attacked more rapidly, not caring about their own injuries, and started attacking with all their strength.
Qian Mingben had been shot, and the bullet in his arm contained a powerful anesthetic.
Coupled with the two crazy attacks in the late stage of physical training, they finally couldn't hold on any longer and were caught by the opponent and punched in the chest.
"Wow!"
The punch was so hard that it directly broke the ribs on his chest and pierced his internal organs.
Qian Ming was seriously injured instantly.
"Ahem..."
While coughing up blood, he said, "The college will not let you go..."
When the two heard this, their expressions became tense.
Immediately, the two walked to Qian Ming's side and squatted down.
One person locked his throat while the other groped him.
Soon, a golden talisman came out from the lining of Qian Ming's shirt.
Seeing this Shinto talisman, Qian Ming struggled violently.
"Give it back to me..."
Before he could finish his words, his throat was pinched tightly by the person holding his throat.
"If you don't want to die, shut up!"
Before the two left, they kicked Qian Ming hard on the knees respectively, destroying his legs.
"Walk!"
After destroying Qian Ming's legs, the two men immediately retreated without stopping, leaving Qian Ming alone lying on the ground wailing.
Ten minutes later.
A figure flew over and saw that it was Chen Mo.
"Qian Ming!"
Chen Mo's eyes turned red when he saw Qian Ming's miserable condition.
At this time, Qian Ming only had one breath left.
Chen Mo immediately took out a pill from his pocket, opened Qian Ming's mouth, and fed him to take it.
After a while, Qian Ming woke up, his eyes dull.
"The Shinto Talisman Summon...is gone."
"What?"
...
United States.
Rockefeller Center.
Inside Old John's office.
The personal doctor had just finished examining Old John's body, and his assistant brought a phone.
Old John struggled to wave.
The personal assistant walked quickly to him, leaned down, and handed the phone to his ear.
"Hello!"
"Sir, I got it!"
"Okay... okay, okay, haha, cough cough cough!!!"
When Old John heard the news, he immediately coughed excitedly.
Seeing this, the private doctor hurried over and said anxiously: "Mr. John, you can't get excited."
"Go away!"
Old John waved his hand excitedly, "Quick! Help me up and help me into the wheelchair!"
Who knows, after hearing this, the private doctor immediately stepped forward to stop him.
He stopped several assistants and said sincerely: "Mr. John, given your current physical condition, I don't recommend you..."
"You're fired! Get out!"
Old John glanced at the doctor coldly.
The private doctor felt a chill running down his spine and straight to his forehead.
He had never seen his boss show such an expression. In his impression, the boss had always been a humble and gentle person.
However, as John Crofeller's personal doctor, he knew how terrifying the power the old man in front of him held.
It is no exaggeration to say that it would be no more difficult for the other party to crush him to death than to crush an ant to death.
The doctor did not dare to dissuade him any more and watched as several assistants in black suits helped John to the wheelchair.
As soon as he got into the wheelchair, John ordered: "Have the driver prepare the car for the Liberty League, and hurry!"
"Yes, sir!"
The assistant responded respectfully and immediately took out his cell phone.
Several other people pushed John out of the office.
The personal doctor stood in the office, watching John leave, and then looked at the various instruments beside the hospital bed, somewhat confused.
Is the boss crazy?
Choose to go out at this time!
Don't you know that his current body can't withstand the bumps at all?
The private doctor slowly walked out of the office with a puzzled look on his face. After all, he had been fired.