In the most luxurious hall on the basement floor of Bihe Building, there was no emotion or anger on Bi Zhengsheng's face. Six corpses were lying in a row in front of him. These six people were all his men, and one of them was him.
His capable men spend a lot of money.
When Zheng Sheng was ordered to come to Luojin to open Taiping Arena, the largest black boxing arena in the country, Kuanghua worked hard. Now his right-hand man has become a corpse.
"This man is very strong. I'm afraid no one here can deal with him except Mr. Tang." The woman with scars on her face was the one who spoke.
Surprisingly, Bi Zhengsheng did not get angry. He said calmly, "Tang San is no match for this person. If I read correctly, this person's strength is close to the mid-level yellow level."
"Ah!" The woman screamed in surprise, and everyone in the hall looked at Zheng Sheng in surprise.
Everyone who can appear in Bi Zhengsheng's house is Bi Zhengsheng's confidant. Although they are not warriors, they know very well how powerful a real yellow-level warrior is, and they know even more how difficult it is to become a warrior.
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The reason why Mr. Sheng is Mr. Sheng and the reason why he is able to gain a foothold in the underground black boxing world is because Mr. Sheng is a yellow-level expert. Of course, this is also the reason why Mr. Sheng has the support of a stronger force behind him.
Bi Zhengsheng glanced at everyone and said slowly, "It was my mistake. I should have let Kuanghua bring the gun. Now that this person has been alerted, it will be difficult to keep him unless I take action myself. Ah Hong
, you take the brothers down and settle them down properly. Wait until I bring him here to avenge the brothers."
"Yes, Sir." A young man with long hair hurried forward and responded, then greeted at the door. Soon five or six people came and began to move the bodies in the hall.
As soon as the corpses were moved away, the cell phone of the scarred woman next to Zhengsheng rang.
The scar-faced woman frowned slightly and took out her cell phone and was about to turn it off. But when she saw an incoming call on her cell phone, her expression changed slightly and she immediately connected the call.
In just ten seconds, the scar-faced woman put down her phone. She looked at Zheng Sheng solemnly and said, "Brother Sheng, Mr. Huan left Luojin unexpectedly. Su Minyu's matter has not been suppressed. The Bian'an Club is about to be sealed."
examine……"
"Didn't Mao Zai go to the scene of the car accident?" Bi Zhengsheng's face looked ugly. Bihe Building was his home base that he had been running for many years. Once things got into trouble, not even the power behind him could protect him from staying there.
River Building.
This is not what scares him the most. What he fears most is that he was ordered to build the underground black boxing Taiping Arena in Bihe Building. Now because of his carelessness, the Taiping Arena has been set up. What he has to consider is
What kind of punishment will you face soon?
"There is a new person in the Luojin Police Station. This person does not give our people face at all. He personally took action and found out that Su Minyu was shot and not in a car accident. Su Minyu was shot when he went out to my club on the other side. That person was the first
I will block my club on the other side. Mr. Huan’s departure should also have something to do with this person..."
Before the scar-faced woman finished speaking, numerous police cars appeared on the large surveillance screen across the hall.
"Very good!" Bi Zhengsheng stood up with a sullen look on his face and stared at the police cars. After a few seconds, he said, "Everyone evacuates first and goes to the South Vietnam border. We will wait until the gust of wind passes."
At this moment, Zheng Sheng has already regarded Di Jiu as the dead among the dead in his heart. He, Zheng Sheng, has never suffered such a big loss after so many years since his debut. If he is allowed to see Di Jiu again, he will not regard Di Jiu as a dead person.
It was torn apart inch by inch, and he couldn't breathe out.
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Di Jiu had already left Luojin City. He was sitting on the train heading to Linchuan, looking at the scenery outside the train in a daze.
It was like a dream, so many things happened to him in a short period of time.
Da Xing Men Lu and Di Yue's Secret of the Martial King made him understand more deeply how narrow his understanding of cultivation was. He devoted himself to studying medicine, but his purpose was just to have martial arts roots and then start practicing martial arts.
.He had no idea before that there was something more exciting and powerful than martial arts.
After he arrived in Linchuan and settled down, the first thing he did was to gather Daxingmenlu and Di's Seven Swordsmen together to practice.
Use Daxingmenlu to gather your energy, and use Di's Seven Swords to enhance your strength.
From Di Jiu's current perspective, he guessed that Di's Seven Swordsmanship was indeed not a training method, but a martial art. Unlike other martial arts that rely on the practitioner's existing vitality, this martial art can be practiced at the same time.
vitality.
I just don't know why Di Yue didn't tell this matter, and why his father Di Shan didn't tell him that Di's Seven Swordsmanship was not a practice but a martial arts.
The announcement that Linchuan Station had arrived woke Di Jiu up. Di Jiu quickly recovered his thoughts and stood up. He grabbed the cloth bag at his feet and carried it on his back, following many people out of the station.
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As soon as he left the station, Di Jiu hailed a taxi and went to Aibo Hospital.
At the time, Yu Jianfu, the director of Aibo Hospital, left him a business card. On the back of the business card, he wrote a few words that he could be arranged for an internship in the poisoning department, and then there was Yu Jianfu's signature.
Now Di Jiu wants to find a quiet place to practice, and finding a job can be as simple as possible.
Aibo Hospital is not very far from the train station. Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of Aibo Hospital.
After getting off the taxi, Di Jiu realized that Aibo Hospital was very big.
Standing at the huge gatehouse outside the hospital, you can see all the tall buildings. From the outpatient building to the inpatient building, they are connected together.
Di Jiu frowned a little. With so many buildings, should he go to the outpatient department to find someone to arrange work?
"Excuse me, which building is the hospital's HR department in?" Di Jiu could only ask the doorman.
Before the guard could answer Di Jiu, someone behind Di Jiu said, "What are you going to do in the personnel department of the hospital?"
The person who asked Di Jiu was a middle-aged man. Seeing that the white coat he wore had the word Aibo on it, Di Jiu guessed that this man should be a doctor from Aibo Hospital.
Someone asked, and Di Jiu quickly said, "I applied for a position at Aibo Hospital before and was approved. Now I want to report to the human resources department."
The doctor didn't think that much. Although it is difficult to get into Aibo Hospital, it does not mean that Aibo Hospital does not recruit people. For such a large hospital, new people are often recruited.
"Come with me, I'll also go to the Human Resources Department." The middle-aged doctor was very enthusiastic and said immediately after hearing Di Jiu's words.
"Okay, thank you very much." Di Jiu thanked him.
"What subject do you study?" the middle-aged doctor walked in front and asked casually.
Before Di Jiu had time to answer, the middle-aged doctor's cell phone rang. Di Jiu's ears were very strong. When the middle-aged doctor answered the phone, he heard it clearly. The call should be from a nurse.
The patient in bed 19 he was responsible for suddenly had violent convulsions, his face turned purple, and his hands and feet were cold.
The middle-aged doctor seemed extremely anxious when he heard the news. He hung up the phone and rushed to a building on the left.
However, after he rushed a few steps, he actually thought of Di Jiu and called back, "The Human Resources Department is on the fifth floor of Building 7."
This guy is good, Di Jiu thought to himself as he watched the middle-aged doctor disappear from the inpatient department.
(That’s it for today’s update, good night, friends!)