Chen Dahong is in this single room!

Yuan Kong was slightly excited.

According to Xiong Yaowen, this Chen Dahong doesn't know kung fu and has no rules for punching, but he can defeat a peak warrior with his own brute force!

In other words, his strength is at least at the "Master" level.

Yuankong has never seen anyone who has no inner strength and can still stand shoulder to shoulder with the "Master", and has never heard of it in the world.

Yuan Kong really wanted to open his eyes.

"Open the door!" Yuankong said.

"Yes..." The staff hurriedly opened the door.

After a "bang" and "bang" sound, the iron door slowly opened.

"Huh...huh..."

There was a thunderous snoring sound coming from inside, almost bursting one's eardrums.

Room No. 1 is quite spacious and not damp.

Bedding and bedding are all provided, as well as TV, refrigerator and other items, as well as a separate toilet and toilet.

It's almost the same as a hotel room.

After all, he is Chen Dong's father, so his treatment is definitely not bad.

The only bad thing is that the smell of alcohol is so strong that it makes people almost nauseous.

Lying on the bed was a huge man, with layers of iron shackles wrapped around his body, and tufts of black chest hair exposed from his open clothes.

The snoring sound continued, like a sleeping tiger.

Even this man, Xiong Yaowen is no match for him?

"Okay, let's go. I'll call you over later." The staff member of Yuankong's return team said.

"Okay." The staff member ran away quickly.

Putting aside that Yuankong was brought by Xiong Yaowen, the way Yuankong killed people through the iron gate just now was enough to make people frightened. Who dares to stay with him for a long time?

…

Someone started talking, but Chen Dahong still didn't wake up.

"It's interesting..."

Yuankong slowly walked in and came to Chen Dahong's bedside, exuding murderous aura at the same time.

Chen Dahong was still asleep, snoring continuously, occasionally mixed with a few words in his sleep.

"Su Qin... Su Qin... don't leave... don't leave me... I have really changed, I will never drink again... Our son has grown up, why don't you come back?"

Of course Yuankong didn't know who "Suqin" was.

But obviously, Chen Dahong has not changed. He still smells of alcohol and there is a pile of wine bottles under the bed.

Of course, Yuan Kong doesn't care about this.

After he exuded murderous aura, Chen Dahong was still asleep.

Yuan Kong shook his head slightly.

Just this vigilance is not enough...

Yuankong did not intend to kill Chen Dahong immediately. After all, he had not seen Chen Dahong's strength and had not "opened his eyes" yet.

How can an ordinary person compare with a "master"?

"Wake up."

Yuankong stood beside the bed and said calmly.

Chen Dahong still didn't react at all, and his snoring was shocking.

"Wake up!"

Yuankong frowned and suddenly kicked Chen Dahong on the butt.

"Fuck, who?!"

Chen Dahong cursed fiercely and sat up suddenly, the iron shackles wrapped around his body making a clanging sound.

Yuankong didn't speak, but looked at Chen Dahong coldly.

"Monk?!"

Chen Dahong rubbed his groggy eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

A monk with a shaved head, wearing cassocks and holding Buddhist beads was standing in front of him.

"I've been drinking too much lately, why did I see the monk..."

Chen Dahong knocked on his head, shook his head again, and looked forward.

The monk is still there.

"What the hell?!" Chen Dahong's eyes widened: "Where did this monk come from?"

"Amitabha……"

Yuankong put his hands together and silently recited the Buddha's name.

Although Yuankong is not a monk, he has never been shy about others calling him a monk. Instead, he feels complacent and proud of it.

"Hello, Master!"

Chen Dahong quickly put his hands together and bowed in return.

Chen Dahong has always been very polite to these people. He thinks that they are all well-educated people and he does not dare to behave like hooligans.

"Master, are you here to give me some guidance?"

Chen Dahong clasped his hands together again and said respectfully: "I'm really a little irritable recently. Even though I'm in this small room, I can actually go out at any time... But I just don't want to go out! I want to repent and atone for my sins here.

Think about it, reflect on it!

The reason may have something to do with it ten years ago. At that time, I had a beautiful wife, but I didn't cherish it well. I never went to work and only drank and beat people...

Later, she ran away with someone else. I couldn't get over this hurdle in my heart, so I could only rely on alcohol to continue anesthetizing myself. When I went to bed at night, I often dreamed that she was back...

I seem to be in a daze, Master, what should I do?"

Yuankong silently recited Amitabha again, sighed and said: "Donor, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. These tangles in the world are actually just nothing. If they are not brought about by life, they will not be taken away by death... I am not here to give you advice!"

"

Yuankong suddenly reacted and said angrily: "I don't have the time! Your wife ran away, what does it have to do with me?"

Yuankong was almost furious. How could he be led astray by this guy?

Chen Dahong was stunned for a long time before asking: "Then what are you here for?"

Yuankong snorted: "Don't you know what I'm looking for you for? Don't pretend to be confused because you understand!"

"Don't come..." Chen Dahong suddenly understood something, curled his lips and said: "I'm not tired of the earthly life, and I don't want to escape into Buddhism with you. Besides, I can't abide by the rules of Buddhism. I have to drink at least one drink every day.

With seven or eight kilograms of wine, I became a monk and a flower monk..."

As Chen Dahong spoke, he took out a bottle of Erguotou from under the bed, raised his neck and poured it into his mouth "gudong" and "gudong".

During this period, of course, the iron shackles on his body made clanging sounds again.

Yuankong noticed that the iron shackles on Chen Dahong were genuine, weighing at least a hundred kilograms, maybe almost two hundred kilograms.

"I'm not here to persuade you to escape into Buddhism." Yuan Kong said coldly: "I'm here to avenge my disciple."

Chen Dahong asked with a confused look: "Who is your apprentice?"

Yuan Kong thought to himself that even if you die, you will understand clearly, so he said: "Xiong Yaowen."

"Who is Xiong Yaowen?"

"The head of Haibei Company."

"What is Haibei Company?"

"..."

Yuankong didn't answer any more, feeling that it was meaningless.

Yuankong sneered and said, "No matter how stupid you are, I won't let you go."

"I really don't know anything about Xiong Yaowen, Haibei Company..." Chen Dahong picked his nose and said: "But it doesn't matter. I have beaten countless people. You can avenge anyone, so come on

Bar!"

Chen Dahong stood up as he spoke.

The iron shackles wrapped around his body clanked again.

He didn't care how Yuan Kong got in.
To be continued...