"I'll be ready in a while, take stock of the accounts of the North District, and I can't let this Lin Ze take too much money away. "Wang Qianjun is peerless.

Chen Cheng, the manager of the North District, smiled on the side, but scolded angrily in his heart, "Lao Tzu's own North District, what do you have to do with taking stock of the accounts?" But Chen Cheng, the manager of the North District, of course did not dare to disobey Wang Qianjun now, and now he still pointed at Wang Qianjun.

Of course, as for Lin Ze, they no longer cared, and when they saw that trembling old Zhao actually climbed the steps with his hands and climbed into the ring, these people simply laughed crazy!

However, for Wang Qianjun and Chen Cheng, the manager of the North District, and others, the trembling and shriveled old man Lao Zhao in front of him is still one line stronger than the first two people sent by Lin Ze. At least this old man dared to go on stage, unlike the first two guys, who automatically admitted defeat without even going to the ring.

The current Wang Qianjun and Chen Cheng, the manager of the North District, and others have already thought about how to divide the spoils. There is no suspense in this competition in their eyes. As long as the Flying Tiger kicks down, the old man will definitely have broken bones and tendons, and there will be no place to bury him.

The Flying Tigers felt like the world had become the same. That Lin Ze is the former boss of this city that never sleeps, and he doesn't look like a fool. But looking at his arrangement, even fools are better than him.

He could hear it clearly from the ring, the first two were the chefs in the back kitchen, and now the one who climbed into the ring tremblingly was an old man who played a shift.

The Flying Tiger didn't know how to feel in his heart. But anger was the first thought for him.

The first two cooks did not come to the stage, and their two brothers did not have a chance to kill them. Now this old man dares to come to power. He made up his mind that the Flying Tiger would kill the thing.

Lao Zhao's thought in his heart was that since Lin Ze had enough money, his old life would be handed over to him. If the strong man in front of him is killed, he will be killed, anyway, he knows that his boss Lin Ze has money, and with so many people witnessing, he will not cheat. If he dares to cheat and not give this money, his old Zhao will die, and he will not let Lin Ze go as a ghost.

Lao Zhao's eyes were a little terrifying, it was a kind of spirit that looked at death and suddenly went home.

Anyway, this old life is also explained here, and Lao Zhao Xin said that he would die. Lao Zhao stood in the ring, trembling. At this time, there was a sudden wind in the sky, and the wind blew on Lao Zhao's sleeves with some strong and intense feelings.

The Flying Tiger didn't care what the ambition was fierce, he looked at his boss Wang Qianjun at the bottom and kept glaring at him. knew that Wang Qianjun meant to kill this old man's dog.

To do this kind of thing, the Flying Tiger is of course proficient, and there is no psychological shadow at all. It would have been a breeze for him to kill the old guy. It only takes a light kick to send him back to the West.

"Old fellow, this is your initiative to come to power, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless. The Flying Tiger thought, this old Zhao in front of him is more or less a dying person. I had to say hello to him.

"Young man, I don't blame you, you hurry up and let me die a happy death, I don't want to suffer!" Lao Zhao said that the ambition was intense.

Off-the-field, Lin Ze's little brother couldn't bear to cover his eyes. This scene is really poignant.

Lin Ze showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart that this Flying Tiger is still too capable of pretending, as if you are sure of winning, you kick Lao Zhao and I'll take a look?

The Flying Tiger in the ring seemed to hear Lin Ze's heart. He knew that he would be able to fight quickly, and his boss was still waiting. As for this Lao Zhao, he can't be blamed for the Flying Tiger, it can only be said that this Lao Zhao's own life is not good. A brain-dead boss lost his life in vain.

The Flying Tiger doesn't want to talk nonsense, hurry up and solve this old guy's life.

The Flying Tiger stretched out his big feet, which were size 45 and wore shiny leather shoes. kicked Lao Zhao in the chest.

Lao Zhao hurriedly closed his eyes, thinking in his heart, farewell, this lovely world, farewell, my son. Daddy is all for you!

At this time, Lin Ze officially launched the Rubik's Cube.

The Flying Tiger that flew into the air didn't use all his strength. In his opinion, it only takes fifty percent of his strength to kick this old Zhao to death. But when he flew up this kick, he felt the sudden strength of his whole body as if it were rapidly decreasing.

And this pair of feet still rushed to Lao Zhao's chest with the same inertia.

The Flying Tiger didn't know what the situation was, but this kick had already kicked Lao Zhao's chest.

Accurate, not bad at all. This kick was kicked on Lao Zhao's chest.

All the younger brothers under Lin Ze covered their eyes, this picture was too beautiful, they didn't dare to look at it.

Wang Qianjun and Chen Cheng, the manager of the North District, and others were excited, and this kick down, it was not only the old man who kicked to death, but the Flying Tiger also kicked his North District back.

Wang Qianjun clenched his fists excitedly, this was the moment he was looking forward to.

But......

Wang Qianjun was stunned, and Chen Cheng, the manager of the North District, was also confused. Everyone was stunned.

Lin Ze was a little bold, opened his fingers, and looked at the ring. Immediately dumbfounded.

The flying foot of the Flying Tiger kicked extremely hard, and everyone thought that Lao Zhao would fly out quickly, at least forty or fifty meters away. Then he was in pain all over his body and vomited blood and died. But what they are seeing now is ......

The Flying Tiger's foot kicked on Lao Zhao's chest, and Lao Zhao didn't move at all. The Flying Tiger kicked back seven or eight steps, and one of them didn't stand, but fell on all fours.

When the bottom saw this, they immediately let out a burst of exclamation.

Lao Zhao was waiting to die with his eyes closed, when he suddenly felt the feeling of a mosquito landing on his chest. He seemed to itch a little, and then he heard an exclamation.

Lao Zhao didn't feel good in his heart, it must have been that person who made a move. This is my last time in this world.

Lao Zhao suddenly had a feeling of wanting to open his eyes, and he really wanted to take one last look at the world.

Lao Zhao plucked up great courage and opened his eyes. saw a scene that made him confused.

The Flying Tiger lies on all fours on the ground.

"What is this baby doing?" Old Zhao Zhen didn't know what was going on, what kind of exercise was this? Could it be the legendary toad skill of this Flying Tiger?

Although Lao Zhao has no culture, martial arts novels and storytelling simulcasts are the standard for them to play more. Seeing this scene, Lao Zhao couldn't help but think of the legendary martial arts toad skill.

But logically speaking, toad gong is practiced on the stomach. How does this Flying Tiger practice on his back?

"I'm going crazy!" Lao Zhao was stunned.

looked at the thing on the other side lying there, not getting up. Lao Zhao Xin said, this is not good. If you don't come up, how can you compare? If this competition doesn't go on, who will give me the 2 million?

Lao Zhao couldn't help but feel a sense of anger in his heart, I originally wanted to die, so I got into this ring. Now I don't even want my life, you don't want my life quickly, what kind of toad skills do you practice from there?

Lao Zhao felt that he was really not respected, and walked in front of the Flying Tiger in three steps and two steps. Seeing the Flying Tiger lying on the ground, trying to turn over and stand up, but couldn't stand up, Lao Zhao became even more angry in his heart.

"This baby is really not good, you can't even stand up, how can you kill me, no, you have to get up and beat me to death!" Lao Zhao was really angry and roared at the Flying Tiger. All his hopes in life are in this ring, and 2 million is enough for her son to marry a daughter-in-law and buy a house in the city. If he has a child in the future, his old Zhao family will have a queen.

You, the Flying Tiger, can't even get up on your stomach now, do you want my old Zhao to be the last to do?

Lao Zhao remembered the painful experience of his son who was not married in his thirties, and he was really angry, and grabbed the collar of the Flying Tiger.