"Even if you want to trick people, you have to look at the strength!"

Huang An sneered, in this area, he is the Emperor of the Earth, who dares to pit him?

Zhang Daoran ignored him, lying on the recliner, I don't know when there was an extra book in his hand, and looked at the book leisurely: "You are free, move the table and walk into the store, or lie on the table and enter the store, you are destined..."

Looking at the confident Zhang Daoran, Huang An frowned. Glancing at his subordinate brothers, Huang An groaned slightly: "Xiaodao Chief, since you have confidence here, won't it be that the table itself is connected to the ground, or you glue it?"

Huang An didn't move the table immediately. Instead, he walked over to the table and swiped his hand across the table, his arm easily running across the table, and there was nothing else unusual on the table.

Huang An was even more puzzled, where did Zhang Daoran's confidence come from?

Moving the table, maybe Zhang Daoran on the table moved his hands and feet. But the table is only seventy or eighty centimeters high, and it can't jump on it, and can't pass over it?

No matter how bad it is, get under the table, this is all done.

The simpler the matter, the more complicated it actually became, but Huang An became more and more cautious: "Am I supposed to suspect that there is a mechanism on your table? Standing on the table, or getting under the table, there will be knives coming out and hurting people?"

"Master Huang, don't be so careful, this table looks very ordinary, and it's a little old, and it's second-hand at first glance. No matter how you look at this table, there is no way to have a mechanism..."

The little brother beside Huang An was a little suspicious. Did the boss of his own family carefully go a little too far and move the table directly, or jump directly on it, cross the table and enter the store, and the conditions are not casual?

Even if he asked this arrogant Taoist priest to get out of here, he would have nothing to say.

This little brother sneered, stood in front of the table, and stretched out his hand to move the table: "Huang Ye wait and see, this kid is too confident, just a table, at most, only thirty catties, can he move it?"

It's just that as soon as this little brother stretched out his hand, he was stopped by Huang An. He looked at the leisurely Zhang Daoran coldly: "Little Daoist, you haven't answered my question yet." ”

Zhang Daoran didn't raise his head, but waved his hand gently: "Your little brother has already given you the answer, this is just an ordinary table, at most it is only more than thirty catties, it is sycamore, and it is also second-hand." Not to mention that you strong men, even if you are a primary school student, you can move... This table, if there is a mechanism, even if the poor road loses, you can rest assured..."

Zhang Daoran's words gave Huang An a reassurance.

A smile appeared on Huang An's face, feeling that this little Taoist priest was too confident, and he was a little stupid with confidence. Since it was a table that could be moved by elementary school students, he thought he could stop the footsteps of these strong men?

"This little Taoist priest, I don't know what the background is, and I don't know the origin, is it a Taoist priest of Huayang Temple..."

Huang Anxin was full of coldness: "Even if you have a background, you have to follow the rules here... The table moves away, and you get out of here. ”

"Xiaohu, you go and move the table, let's go in and chat with this little Taoist..."

Huang An smiled and ordered a younger brother at hand.

"Gotcha..."

Xiaohu is a strong man with a height of nearly two meters, wide and fat, and he stands there like an iron tower. The sun is scorching, this little tiger is shirtless, the muscles on his body are bulging high, and he is very powerful at a glance.

He is Huang An's subordinate, and his strength is second only to the most capable younger brother of several Huang An's subordinates. He also understood that Huang An was still a little cautious, and sent him out to give this little Taoist a dismount.

Huang An has a good face, and he must declare his existence with the most beautiful victory.

Xiaohu stood in front of the table and glanced at Zhang Daoran, with a sneer on his face: "Little Taoist, do you say that you want to move the table directly, or move a gap so that we can go in?"

"Whatever you want, you can move the table away, or move the table away and smash it..."

Zhang Daoran glanced at him lightly, and his voice was indifferent.

"Smash it, don't let me accompany you..."

Xiaohu's voice buzzed, this table was like a foam board in his eyes, and he didn't look at it at all. If he really moved away, he was very confident and smashed the table directly.

"I don't want you to accompany me..."

Zhang Daoran smiled: "You are very polite and know some rules, not bad..."

Xiaohu was furious in an instant, he was a ruffian, when had he ever talked about the rules? This little Taoist priest, who looked like he was only in his twenties, actually spoke to him in a tone of admiration for his juniors.

"Hmph..."

Xiaohu stretched out two palms the size of a futon, supported the table, and strained his arms: "Look at me smashing your rotten table..."

"Drink..."

Xiaohu exerted a little force, the muscles of his arms were raised, and he shouted, he wanted to use his greatest strength to lift the table, and then throw it out directly.

"Huh?"

Xiaohu's face changed, although he didn't do his best just now, but in order to seek results, he threw the table out directly, and he also used a lot of strength. The strength he used just now, even if it was a man of 100 catties, he had to be directly lifted up by him, and then thrown out directly.

But the table, not moving!

"There's something weird about this table..."

Xiaohu's eyes widened and he muttered.

"Xiaohu, what are you doing, Huang Ye is waiting to go in..."

The man who had been guarding Huang An's side looked at Xiaohu standing there, seemingly straining, but the table didn't move, and he was a little annoyed: "Hurry up and move the table, don't play..."

Huang An also nodded, Xiaohu is his right-hand man, but this Xiaohu, who is only twenty-one or twelve years old this year, likes to play treasure and play tricks on others.

But at this time, it is the time to save face, and you can't play treasure. If it weren't for his identity, Huang An would have kicked the table open.

"I didn't play a treasure..."

Xiaohu felt wronged, but he understood very well that the boss couldn't wait and was not satisfied with his approach.

Xiaohu took a deep breath, this time his face became a little solemn, and he secretly said in his heart: "I have already told you, this table is strange... But you didn't hear it. ”

But this sentence can't be said out loud, once it is said that the table is weird, then the boss will have no face.

"Drink..."

Xiaohu took a deep breath and shouted, like a weightlifter, moving his hands and feet. Then I stood in front of the table, patted the table, and listened to the sound and there was nothing special, it was an ordinary table, not a metal table, painted with a layer of camouflage paint ...

Xiaohu pressed his body against the table, still not moving.

His face gradually became solemn, and he squatted down, his arms slowly raised as if they were holding a mountain. The muscles on his arms bulged one flesh pimple after another.

On Xiaohu's arms and forehead, the green tendons are exposed.

Sweat rolled down, his face turned red, and then turned purple: "Get up..."

But the table, as if welded to the ground, still didn't move.

Xiaohu's eyes were red, and his whole body muscles were struggling to support him. He didn't spare any strength, he didn't leave a single thing, he was even ready to do it with all his might...

"Smack..."

Xiaohu, who was holding the table with all his might, leaned back, fell to the ground, rolled his eyes, and fainted directly...