"Boom!"

A majestic breath instantly swept through the entire room, and in the space of hundreds of meters, everyone felt their noses tighten, and a feeling of suffocation came from their throats.

In this house, Qin Heng, the director of Dilong Security Co., Ltd., Qiu Haisheng, hated the most, was here.

At this time, his eyes were as calm as water looking at Huang Mao, and the majestic spiritual power released by his body with anger just now was the source of making people feel suffocated.

Under the bombardment of the breath, even the daytime lights above the ceiling dimmed a little, as if they were about to be extinguished.

"What's going on!"

Just now, Huang Mao actually felt a palpitation for no reason, which made him frightened. The kind of energy that seemed to be able to destroy his soul burned Huang Mao's nerves, making him indescribable.

Qin Heng looked at Huang Mao calmly, and did not say any answer, he slowly withdrew the majestic spiritual power on his body with a condensation, and the air around him returned to normal again.

"It's just an ant, dealing with me is the choice you regret the most in your life!" Qin Heng thought coldly in his heart, and there was a strong killing intent flickering under the corner of his eyes.

"Brother Qin, how can it feel cold and cold here, what else do you have to do? If not, I'll send you out of the Nankong Martial Arts Gym? Huang Mao glanced around, and said with palpitations, not daring to stay longer.

"Take me to the application office, I'm going to be a coach!" Qin Heng said calmly, there was still a faint aura surging on the surface of his body, and the aura condensed on Qin Heng's body under anger gathered and did not disperse, although he tried to withdraw it as much as possible, it was still floating on the surface of his body skin.

"You're going to be a coach?"

Huang Mao was stunned, not thinking about what Qin Heng meant by this.

Qin Heng glared at Huang Mao for a moment, and said word by word: "Lead the way!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Huang Mao saw Qin Heng's murderous eyes, like a terrifying murderous aura rushing towards him, his heart jumped suddenly, where did he dare to have any hesitation, nodded again and again and got up to lead the way.

The tenth floor of the Nankong Martial Arts Hall is a place where only senior students or coaches can come.

Huang Mao took Qin Heng here, and then went to the coach's office at the entrance on the tenth floor.

"What's the matter with you?" A man in simple casual clothes asked a little strangely when he saw Huang Mao coming in. The yellow hair in front of him was just wearing the clothes of a low-level student.

"Coach, I heard that you are recruiting coaches, so I want to come and have a look!" Huang Mao looked at the man in pale yellow casual clothes and said politely.

Huang Mao's tone is polite enough, but this does not mean that the tone of the pale yellow casual clothes coach in front of him will be polite.

"Do you have anyone to introduce me?" The coach in the pale yellow uniform glanced at Qin Heng, ignoring the past, and then looked back at Huang Mao and said.

"This ......!"

Huang Mao glanced at Qin Heng, he really didn't have the courage to say that this young man younger than himself wanted to be a coach.

Now Qin Heng was full of anger, and when he saw the yellow hair squeaking, he was even more unhappy, and he didn't pay attention to the yellow hair, and directly stared at the coach in light yellow clothes.

"Are you the coach here? I'm here to apply! Qin Heng said politely at all.

The coach in the pale yellow casual suit was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and immediately shouted: "Where did the rude boy come from, talk to me, I want to call you by you!" Didn't your elders teach you? ”

"What an untutored thing!"

The coach scolded angrily, he first looked at the stall goods that Qin Heng was wearing, and he was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, so he didn't give any face.

The people who can be coaches here are basically gold-collar people with a monthly income of more than 10,000 yuan, and they usually don't give face to civilian students.

"How can you talk like that?" Huang Mao couldn't stand such vicious words from this coach in the first place, he raised his head and said angrily.

"What's wrong with me talking like that? Rubbish! The middle-aged man in the pale yellow coaching uniform snorted coldly and scolded at Huang Mao.

"You!" Huang Mao wanted to scold back.

It's just that the coach in pale yellow clothes couldn't help it at first, his body slammed forward, and he kicked out directly at Huang Mao with the impact.

Huang Mao was taken aback in his spirit, but his reflexes were not strong at all, and this kick was about to kick him in the abdomen, and he could only watch.

"I'll show you who's the shit!"

Qin Heng's cold voice came out, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand and kicked the track in the air, and the kick that flew out was firmly in his hand, and his body did not move a bit.

"How so?"

The middle-aged coach looked at this scene dumbfounded, and couldn't accept that his feet were grabbed hard, you must know that his leg kung fu is not weak, plus the speed of his kicking out......

Qin Heng didn't intend to answer the words of this waste coach, his left leg moved forward a little, his right leg pulled, and the whole person approached the coach's body, his left hand stretched out like an eagle's grasp, directly buckling the coach's neck.

"Huh!" A low sound came from the middle-aged coach's throat, and then he could only feel his neck tighten, and the oxygen that could come in was greatly weakened.

Qin Heng grabbed the middle-aged coach's hand and slowly increased his strength by three points, lifted the middle-aged coach up, and said in a somewhat cold voice: "Who is the waste?" ”

The middle-aged coach puffed out two eyeballs, unable to answer, the kid in front of him definitely surpassed himself in terms of strength and speed.

"Maybe only the red coach has a chance to beat him!" The middle-aged coach looked at Qin Heng's fierce eyes and thought.

There are also three types of instructor levels in the Nankong Martial Arts Gym, light yellow, light red, and red.

Red is the strongest coach, among which only the deputy hall master and above are equipped with red coach uniforms, and the middle-aged man understands when he sees Qin Heng's speed, this kid is only comparable to the deputy hall master of the Nankong Martial Arts Hall in terms of speed.

He couldn't afford to provoke him, and when he thought of this, he regretted that he had provoked such a pervert so much.

"Right...... I'm sorry! The coach in light yellow clothes pulled his neck and said this, it was his character to bully the soft and be afraid of the hard, and now that he had encountered a hard bone, he could only rely on apologizing and begging Qin Heng to let him go.

"Who's the waste now?" Huang Mao obviously felt very happy when he heard that, he glanced at the coach in Qin Heng's hand with a smile on his face and said mockingly.

"I ...... I! The yellow-clothed coach shouted with a red neck, the consequences of his current disgrace were also self-inflicted, and he had nothing else to say.

Qin Heng was about to throw away the coach in his hand, but then he suddenly frowned and looked at the sound in the distance.

The movement on this side obviously provoked other coaches, and there were many coaches on this floor, and in less than five minutes, four male coaches in pale yellow clothes saw the scene on this side and immediately rushed over.

"Let him go!"

Several male coaches ran to Qin Heng's front and back, and when they saw Qin Heng being met by one of the coaches above, they immediately shouted, while also surrounding this kid.

"Where the hell are you from, and how did you hurt people?"

"It's better for you to let him go now, otherwise you'll suffer, but it's no wonder we didn't warn him in advance."

The martial arts practitioners were strong-blooded, and when they saw that their companions were suffering, they reprimanded them.

Qin Heng calmly glanced at the people around him, without a little frightened expression.

"Really? I'd like to see how you make me suffer! Qin Heng said mockingly.

"Kick his leg off!"

I don't know who said this, and then three or four coaches in pale yellow clothes raised their feet at the same time and unleashed a skillful flying kick.

"Ahh

Huang Mao was so frightened that he jumped up, and the speed at which these coaches kicked their legs was very fast, and the four of them were like the flying momentum of the tigers in the mountains, and the momentum was huge.

"It's too weak!"

Qin Heng's cold voice came into everyone's ears, and then I saw him kick out, directly kicking the foot of the person in front of him, kicking him back a few steps, and then kicking him back directly into the abdomen of the person behind him, kicking him to the ground.

The person on the left kicked over, Qin Heng took a step forward and moved, this kick could only be kicked in the air, and the person on the right kicked the target, but he just kicked the coach in Qin Heng's hand, making him let out a scream like a pig.

"Get out!"

Qin Heng grabbed the pale yellow coach's left hand and threw it to the left, and the whole person crashed into the body of the person on the left, and the two fell to the ground at the same time. His figure turned to the man to his right, and one bounced out, his shoulder striking straight into his chest.

"Bang!"

The stability of the horse's steps made Qin Heng's impact knock the person on the right out of the air, and the person fell to a table.

In an instant, the four coaches were cleaned up, which made many of the pale yellow coaches who had just arrived not dare to come up and do it indiscriminately.

This scene told everyone that the young man in front of them was not something they could deal with at all.

"What do you want to do?"

A woman with a height of one meter seven and wearing a red coach uniform suddenly appeared in the crowd, and her fiery red clothes outlined a slender figure on her body.

The red coach uniform is actually a symbol of the deputy hall master, this young girl with a graceful figure is the deputy hall master of the Nankong Martial Arts Hall, this woman's appearance is good, which makes Qin Heng's eyes a little more.

"This girl must be a little older than me!" Qin Heng saw the spirit on this girl's face and guessed.

"I'll rub it, isn't this the Purple Pavilion Master who only has a chance to see at the year-end meeting every year?" Huang Mao was taken aback, he was an eye-opener today, at that time Ren Xian told him how powerful Qin Heng was, he didn't believe it when he defeated more than a dozen people with machetes by himself, but now he really believes it.

"I want to apply for a coach!"

Qin Heng looked at the red-shirted woman in front of him, and a faint aura came out of the other party's body, which was full of a master's aura in his behavior.

"Don't underestimate anyone!"

Qin Heng was rampant on the surface, but his heart was as delicate as water.

"You're going to be a coach? I think you're here to kick the gym, right? The woman in the red uniform sneered, and at the same time her body unfolded, her hands facing forward, and she stood up with a steady stride.

"Want to get your hands dirty?"

Qin Heng's eyes converged, and he stared at the woman in the red-clothed coach uniform without fear and said: "You can do it if you want to, but this is not the place to do it, find an open place!" ”

"Good!" The woman in the fiery red trainer uniform snorted coldly.