Xiong Zhenqiang instantly had a feeling of going from heaven to hell.

Xiong Youming patted his chest before and promised that he would definitely take a picture of the girl's heart to solve this Xiong family crisis.

Therefore, Xiong Zhenqiang has always had hope in his heart.

Xiong Youming is his most proud son, and he is the future heir of the Xiong family, and he has always been steady and has never let him down.

It's a pity that this time, when Xiong Zhenqiang saw him return empty-handed, and brought a young man like Lin Xuan who was not amazing, he was disappointed.

With Lin Xuan's physique and age, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like he can protect the Xiong family.

In fact, this is not to blame Xiong Zhenqiang, no matter who sees it, it will be this reaction.

After all, Lin Xuan has been honing in the Northern Territory for five years, and he has been killed in the sea of corpses and blood, and his blood is full of blood, and he has long been unable to use the worldly normal.

He looks thin and thin, but he is a martial artist, and he is not comparable to those martial artists in the realm of muscles and bones at all.

However, Xiong Zhenqiang is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and he understands that there is a saying that 'people should not be disgraced'.

Although he looked down on Lin Xuan in his heart, he didn't show it.

"The person who came is a guest, and Brother Lin is sitting inside. ”

The sentence "brother" almost scared Xiong Youming and Xiong Mengmeng to death.

This is a ruthless character, the kind that can knock people out of the wall with a random punch.

As the saying goes, beating people is like hanging a painting!

Xiong Zhenqiang actually called him brother?

And this old brother obviously doesn't look down on Lin Xuan's performance.

Xiong Mengmeng hurriedly said: "Dad, Mr. Lin is very powerful, he was in Ambe just now."

In the box of the tea restaurant, he punched ......"

"Shut up. ”

Before Xiong Youming could finish speaking, he was reprimanded by Xiong Zhenqiang in a cold voice.

"There's no place for you to talk here, get out of the stairs, and don't come down for a while, whatever happens down there. ”

Xiong Mengmeng seemed to be very afraid of his father, and he didn't dare to say much, so he could only go upstairs.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Lin Xuan could see it.

Xiong Zhenqiang vented his dissatisfaction on Xiong Mengmeng, and at the same time to protect his daughter's safety.

Xiong Youming's heart was pounding, and he hurriedly said, "Mr. Lin, please take a seat." ”

Lin Xuan didn't care, and sat directly on the sofa.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and watched the news as if no one else was around.

Xiong Zhenqiang poured tea for Lin Xuan, but was ignored by Lin Xuan.

This made Xiong Zhenqiang feel that his blood had clotted.

Just when Xiong Youming gave Xiong Zhenqiang a wild look, told him that Lin Xuan was very powerful, and let him calm his anger.

Outside the door, a man walked in.

The man was about forty-five or sixteen years old, with a sturdy physique, and was about 185 in height.

He has a very short hair, and between the movements, there is a faint air of fierceness and rudeness on his body.

Seeing the visitor, Xiong Zhenqiang's face was overjoyed and he hurriedly greeted him.

"Master Yiming, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

This person is Master Yiming, a famous boxer in Hong Kong.

Xiong Zhenqiang made two preparations, if he couldn't shoot the girl's heart, at least he would have Master Yiming to help protect the Xiong family.

Xiong Zhenqiang's enthusiastic attitude towards him was similar to when he treated Lin Xuan just now.

It's clear at a glance.

In this regard, Xiong Youming frowned, but he didn't dare to say much about his father.

Lin Xuan on the side looked at his mobile phone to himself, as if what was happening around him had nothing to do with him.

Yiming had an indifferent expression on his face, and he didn't respond much to Xiong Zhenqiang's enthusiasm.

Xiong Zhenqiang stuffed the 10 million check he had prepared early in the morning into Yiming's hand.

"After a while, there will be Master Lao Yiming. ”

Seeing this, Yiming barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and nodded slightly: "Don't worry, I'm here, to keep your Xiong family safe." ”

With this sentence, Xiong Zhenqiang suddenly felt a lot more relieved.

He hurriedly introduced: "Master Yiming, this is my son Xiong Youming. ”

Master Yiming squinted and stared at Xiong Youming, and Xiong Youming was very uncomfortable with that meaningful look.

Out of politeness, Xiong Youming shouted, "Master Yiming." ”

Then, Xiong Youming whispered to his father's ear and said with a little resentment: "Dad, what are you asking him to do?"

Xiong Zhenqiang was stunned in his heart, and scolded: "Shut up, the girl's heart hasn't been filmed, I haven't settled accounts with you yet, but you still care about Lao Tzu?" ”

"This is a major matter related to the safety of my Xiong family, you can't shoot the necklace, only Master Yiming is here, I can rest assured. ”

Master Yiming frowned, looked at the father and son, and said, "Boss Xiong, do you have any other way, don't you believe in my Yiming's strength?"

Xiong Zhenqiang hurriedly explained: "Master Yiming is angry, my son went to bid for the girl's heart for the safety of the Xiong family, who would have thought that the necklace was not brought back, and a helper was brought back." ”

"Helper?"

Yiming noticed Lin Xuan, who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone next to him, and let out a mockery.

"Just him?"

"This ......"

Xiong Zhenqiang instantly felt a little embarrassed, and there was more contempt in his eyes when he looked at Lin Xuan.

"Seeing that he is in his twenties like this, has he graduated from college, Boss Xiong, are you looking for him to give the other party a head?"

"Little brother, are you very poor in money? The old man reminds you that you can make money, but you also have to spend your life. ”

Xiong Youming was quite displeased with Master Yiming's contempt, and he was faintly frightened, but he had seen Lin Xuan's skills with his own eyes.

"Those who practice martial arts only divide by force, regardless of age. As a boxer, you know that boxing matches have always been distinguished by weight, when have you ever distinguished them by age?"

"Xiong Youming, how do you talk to Master Yiming!" Xiong Zhenqiang said angrily.

Yi Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, Boss Xiong, your son seems to be questioning the old man." ”

He squinted his eyes and said, "But a boxer, how can he compare with the old man?"

After speaking, Yiming raised his hands.

His palms were covered with a thick layer of calluses.

"The old man began to practice martial arts at the age of three, practiced iron sand palm at the age of seven, and has been practicing iron sand palms for more than 40 years now. ”

"Six hundred catties of iron sand bags can be slapped away by the old man. ”

"Do you know what that means?"

Yiming indifferently despised Xiong Youming and the others.

Xiong Zhenqiang hurriedly replied: "What does it mean?"

Syllable.

He slapped his palm on the mahogany tea table beside him.

With a bang, the expensive mahogany table was instantly smashed in half.

"It's amazing. ”

Xiong Zhenqiang hurriedly clapped his hands and applauded, "I heard that Master Yiming's iron sand palm has been practiced to the point of perfection, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary." ”

Yiming proudly took his hand back and said:

"Those bodyguards you invited outside the door, the old man can slap one to death with one palm. ”

"Wait for Lin Weixiong's hand to come down, the same palm one. ”

"I'm screaming, it's not a cat or dog that your Xiong family got back casually. “

When Yiming said this, he looked at Lin Xuan on the mahogany sofa, his face full of confidence and contempt.

Xiong Zhenqiang on the side also nodded in agreement.

The slap just now was really shocking, and there were still some worries in his heart, but now it has completely dissipated.

Xiong Youming was also suppressed, and he now completely believed in Master Yiming's strength.

However, at this time, Lin Xuan, who had been sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, let out a chuckle.

In the laughter, it is a mockery and contempt for the clown.

Yiming's face suddenly turned black as the bottom of a pot, and he looked back at Lin Xuan, his eyes full of anger.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lin Xuan said indifferently:

"I laugh at your arrogance, like a frog at the bottom of a well. ”