When he was about to get off work in the evening, Qian Fatzi sent Zhao Yingxiong's address, Long Qing glanced at it, wrote down the address, and then deleted the information.

After getting off work, Long Qing drove to Zhao Yingxiong's residence.

Zhao Yingxiong lives in a villa area, and Long Qing drives around in a car. The security of this villa area is not very strict, at least the perimeter fence is only three meters high, and there are no anti-climbing measures such as power grids on it.

Long Qing stopped the car, and then climbed the fence on a densely wooded ground. After leaning on the wall and looking around, after confirming the location of the camera, Long Qing flicked his fingers, and a stone flew out, knocking the lens of the camera to pieces. Subsequently, Long Qing jumped off the fence lightly and quickly advanced from the blind spot of the surveillance.

After going around for half a circle, Long Qing finally found Zhao Yingxiong's villa. This is a three-story single-family villa covering an area of about 200 square meters. The villa was brightly lit, and it was clear that the people inside had not slept yet.

Long Qing glanced around, jumped slightly, jumped more than three meters high, and stretched out his right hand to grab a bulge on the second floor that was more than five meters above the ground. Then he pulled his hand, and his body jumped up again, and his foot stepped on the bulge. The window of the balcony was open, and Long Qing glanced inside, and landed on the balcony with a slight click.

There was no one on the second floor, Long Qing landed on his toes, and came to the staircase on the second floor as dexterously as a cat. Looking down carefully, Zhao Yingxiong was sitting on the sofa downstairs, and there was a man and a woman beside him, the woman was about forty or fifty years old, her body was a little bloated, and she should be his wife. The man was in his twenties, and it looked like his son. It's just that this son is different from Zhao Yingxiong's serious and upright dress, with long brown and yellow hair, and the hair on his forehead almost covers half of his face. There is also a hint of purple at the tip of the hair.

"Lao Zhao, my son finally came back, why don't you have a smile at all?" the woman complained with some dissatisfaction.

Zhao Yingxiong frowned: "I've been working a lot lately!"

"You know work, we already have so much money, enough to live for the rest of our lives, what do you need so much money for? Sooner or later, you will be satisfied if you break down your body!" the woman said with some dissatisfaction.

"What do you know, long hair and short knowledge!" Zhao Yingxiong snorted coldly, "Do you think that I can live the rest of my life peacefully by washing my hands now? How many people are waiting to see my Zhao Yingxiong's jokes and eat me in one bite! Believe it or not, if I announce my retirement today, the police will come to arrest me with a large number of my black materials in a few days!"

The woman said with some disbelief: "No, now it's all a society governed by law, and there is no evidence, what can they do to you!"

"So you have long hair and short knowledge!" Zhao Yingxiong said coldly.

"Mom, you don't care about Dad's business, just enjoy your life as a noblewoman!" said the young man, brushing the hair on his forehead.

Zhao Yingxiong glanced at the young man, and his face showed a hint of displeasure: "I have already asked you to cut your hair, why are you still like this." ”

"This, uh, forget, tomorrow will be reduced!" the young man hurriedly said.

"Don't mess around with your fox friends all day long, learn from Shifeng, learn more about business, and when I get old, the martial arts hall will be handed over to you to take care of!" Zhao Yingxiong said.

"Dad, you should rest early!" the young man said quickly.

Looking at his son's perfunctory attitude, Zhao Yingxiong was not angry, but he also knew that the reason why his son became like this was because he was busy with business and neglected discipline, and now it is not easy to let him know his way back.

"When I'm busy with this, I'll take care of him again!" Zhao Yingxiong thought to himself.

After sitting downstairs for a while, Zhao Yingxiong stood up and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

Pushing open the bedroom door and turning on the light, Zhao Yingxiong turned around and closed the door, then turned around, and suddenly, he was stunned, because there was a person sitting on a chair in front of the window.

This person raised his head and smiled lightly, and said, "Director Zhao, long time no see!"

"Why are you here?" Zhao Yingxiong asked angrily.

Long Qing smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I just came to talk to you!"

"You are trespassing on a private house, I will limit you to get me out within ten seconds, otherwise I will call the police immediately!" Zhao Yingxiong said inwardly.

Long Qing smiled and said, "You can try, whether you call the police quickly or die quickly!"

When Zhao Yingxiong heard the word death, a trace of fear appeared on his face, but then he returned to normal, and said in a deep voice: "Coach Long, there is no grudge between you and me, if you want to say that there is, it is also a business matter, why is it so?"

Long Qing said lightly: "Yes, in business matters, you can send someone to plot against me and send someone to make a rumor about me?"

Zhao Yingxiong laughed dryly: "You may have been sowed discord by someone, I, Zhao, have sent someone to spread some rumors, but I have never sent someone to plot against you!"

Long Qing smiled coldly: "You don't know it yourself, and I don't need to give you evidence." Before, you sent someone to deal with me, but I let you go, thinking that you would be restrained, but I didn't expect you to dare to do something to me, am I really a mud bodhisattva?"

Zhao Yingxiong walked a few steps to the side and said with a dry smile: "It's all a misunderstanding, Coach Long, whatever compensation you want, I can give it to you!"

Long Qing stared at Zhao Yingxiong without saying a word, and at this moment, Zhao Yingxiong moved to the side of a cabinet, quickly pulled out the drawer, and took out a dexterous small pistol and pointed it at Long Qing.

But at the moment when he pointed at Long Qing, he found that Long Qing, who was originally seven or eight meters away, suddenly appeared in front of him for some reason, not even a meter away from him. And, with one of his hands on his small pistol.

Zhao Yingxiong was shocked, and subconsciously pulled the trigger. However, Long Qing's right hand on the pistol instantly became stronger!

Click! Crackle! The entire dexterous little pistol was directly held by Long Qing into a piece of broken iron!

Then Long Qing's five fingers were scattered, and these pieces of broken iron fell to the ground. Zhao Yingxiong only had one pistol handle left in his hand.

Zhao Yingxiong looked at his hands blankly, looking at the broken iron pieces on the ground. I could barely believe my eyes. Now he finally knew why his old friend would persuade himself not to mess with this person after failing to deal with Long Qing. Because the person in front of him is not a person at all!

How can a man have such strength and speed? This is simply a humanoid monster!

Zhao Yingxiong, as the director of the martial arts hall, has seen countless masters, but he has never seen such a master. It's not a human being anymore!

Zhao Yingxiong regretted it incomparably, why did he provoke such a person!