"Zhuo Bufan, if you want to die, don't drag us along! This uncle, please let us go, we have nothing to do with Zhuo Bufan at all. After all, Gao Gui is a woman, and when she heard the other party's murderous name, she burst into tears with fright, and even had a burst of dampness between her legs, and she was scared to pee.

The man in black standing next to him raised the leather whip in his hand and slammed it on her body, "Shut up." ”

Ye Kaihe and Ye Kaihai were so frightened that they didn't even dare to come out, Ye Zimei had long been out of her soul, and even wanted to ask the other party if she needed her to sleep with her and let her live.

Ye Zihu, as the second ancestor, usually does a lot of things outside fighting and brawling, but He has never seen such a scene, and his upper and lower teeth are chattering in fright.

Only Ye Ziqin's face was always cold, and he suddenly said: "It has nothing to do with them, I am Zhuo Bufan's wife, you just leave me behind." ”

The cool voice was still as cold as winter water, but Zhuo Bufan looked at Ye Ziqin in surprise.

He had already agreed to divorce Ye Ziqin, and besides, there was no relationship between them at all, why did Ye Ziqin still admit that he was his wife now!

"Shut up!" Pang Bing's face showed a ruthless color, and with a slap in the air, Gao Gui's head was tilted to the left, and a red palm print was directly made on her face from a distance of three meters.

Seeing this scene, not only Ye Kaihe, Ye Kaihai and others were dumbfounded, but even the bodyguards who followed Pang Bingjie were stunned.

A slap in the air can actually hit a person in the face, I'm afraid this is no longer human.

After doing all this, Pang Bingjie narrowed his eyes, turned his head and continued to stare at Zhuo Bufan: "Don't think that you are the master of internal strength, but I didn't expect that you have already developed internal strength at a young age, if you are given ten years, I am afraid that no one in this Jinling can cure you, but unfortunately you are destined to fall into my hands today." ”

Suddenly, several bright beams of light penetrated through the frosted glass of the warehouse, and several men in black standing in the warehouse instantly showed a look of vigilance, holding down the gun on their waists, and the sound of the vehicle's engine became closer and closer, and then quieted down.

Immediately after, a series of footsteps sounded, and outside the warehouse, more than a dozen men in black suits rushed in, led by a man about one meter eight tall and sturdy, who respectfully walked to Zhuo Bufan's side, "Mr. Zhuo." ”

"Why are you here?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a frown.

The person who came was Chu Tian's personal bodyguard and confidant Jin Hu.

Jin Hu glanced at Pang Bing and explained: "Mr. Zhuo, God knows that Wang Wenwutuo got the blood blade out of the prison, so let us keep an eye on his whereabouts, I didn't expect him to dare to kidnap Mr. Zhuo and your family." ”

"Golden Tiger? The number one warrior next to Chu Tian, hum. Pang Bing was as steady as Mount Tai, and just glanced at Jin Hu lightly: "You don't have the right to speak here." ”

"Pang Bingjie, nicknamed Blood Blade, in my opinion, he is just a robber, and you are so known outside, I don't know why Wang Wenwu will try his best to get you out of prison, thinking that you can bring down our God?" Jin Hu said coldly.

"Is there a place for you to speak?" Pang Bingjie's eyes were cold, and suddenly the whole person arched his back, like a spring, straight to a height of three meters, and slashed at the golden tiger's face from top to bottom.

Jin Hu was taken aback, and hurriedly crossed his hands above his face.

"Bang".

Jin Hu only felt that his arms were numb, as if a boulder fell in his hands, and the whole was directly blown out, and his toes penetrated his leather shoes, and he grabbed the ground hard to avoid falling, and the cement floor was pulled out of two long marks.

Although he was not seriously injured, his two hands had lost his ability to fight, his musculoskeletal muscles had been severely damaged, and he trembled involuntarily.

"Now you know why Master Wu wants me to come out, go back and tell Chu Tian to let him wash his neck and wait for me." Pang Bingjie fell to the ground lightly, put his hands behind his back, and said proudly.

"You ......" Jin Hu glared at each other angrily, and his gaze turned to Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "A little bit of three-legged cat kung fu, even dare to show it to embarrass people." ”

"What are you talking about, it seems that if I don't kill you, you won't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." Pang Bingjie's eyes spit out sharp edges, staring at Zhuo Bufan as if he was looking at a dead man.

Zhuo Bufan was not in a hurry, put his index finger into the teacup, and dipped a drop of crystal clear tea on the nail cover, and the true qi in his body wrapped the water droplets on the nail cover.

"This kind of little trick, as long as the martial artists with small internal strength can do it, what kind of powerful ability is it." Pang Bingjie said with a disdainful face.

"So what do you think?" As soon as Zhuo Bufan's voice fell, the water droplets on the fingernails suddenly popped out, like a bullet out of the chamber, piercing the chest of a man in black next to him, the other party's face was distorted, and blood foam overflowed from his mouth, and he knelt on the ground with a pop.

"Internal strength?" Pang Bingxie's face changed drastically, and his pupils widened.

The other subordinates sent by Wang Wenwu were silent, and killed a person with a drop of water, which was simply the devil.

As for Ye Kaihe and the others, they looked at Zhuo Bufan with a shocked expression on their faces, as if they didn't know him at all, Zhuo Bufan was a waste material in the past, how could he suddenly become a peerless master now, and kill people...... I didn't blink an eye.

Ye Ziqin bit her soft and cold thin lips hard, and there was a complicated look in her dark and deep eyes.

"What I just said still counts." Zhuo Bufan smiled indifferently, then took a sip of the tea on the table, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

On the ground, the true yuan in Pang Bing's body exploded, and the whole person stepped on the ground, and the place where he was standing instantly collapsed, as if it had been blown up by a bomb, and the whole person turned around and rushed towards the door of the warehouse like an off-string arrow.

This place is only less than twenty meters away from the warehouse, and Pang Bingjie almost used all his strength to escape, and his heart is already blue with regret.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Zhuo Bufan's fingers lightly tapped three times on the table, his pupils flickered, and he spit out a mouthful of tea, as if turning into a flying knife to catch up with Pang Bingjie, and directly pierced his back to his chest and burst out of a cloud of blood mist.

Pang Bingjie, who was running, had already stepped on the threshold of the warehouse, and with all kinds of complicated looks such as regret, shock, fear, and disbelief in his eyes, he fell to the ground with a pop.

The entire huge warehouse fell into a dead silence at this time, and Ye Kaihe, Ye Kaihai, Gao Gui, Ye Zihu, and Ye Zimei were like ashes.

Murder is impermanent.

The people brought by Pang Bingjie and the subordinates brought by Jin Hu looked at Zhuo Bufan at the same time with a devilish look, the tea was in the intestines, the embroidery was spit out, and the murder was impermanent!

Jin Hu secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said secretly in his heart: "This is really special for a mouthful of tea to spray you to death!" ”

(End of chapter)