Although Zhao Zhi's words were extremely indifferent, there was already a layer of cold sweat on Zhang Zhanpeng's forehead, if things were really like what the young man in front of him said, the Xiushui Zhang family would be uprooted and no longer exist, and those children of the Zhang family who had already been sent elsewhere were also likely to be hunted down because of this. Since ancient times, banditry is a big crime, the Zhang family has only been in business in Xiushui for more than ten years, the foundation is not too deep, and there are a lot of people who peep into the Zhang family's industry in the dark.

"Our Zhang family really doesn't know any mountain bandits, but I can transfer you a batch of tobacco, the price is easy to say, just think of us as friends" Zhang Zhanpeng still held on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that Zhao Zhi would change his mind. But Zhao Zhi, who was sitting opposite him, just shook his head and didn't say anything, and he didn't even change the action of drinking tea. As time passed, the cold sweat on Zhang Zhanpeng's head became more and more, "boom" and "boom" Two fireworks exploded on the west and south sides of Xiushui Town, and Luo Ying, who had been guarding the window, looked back with joy and said, "Sir, it's done, I see the signal"

"Second Master Zhang, let's go, take us to your Zhang family's house to have a look, I can't wait to meet your Zhang family" Zhao Zhi put down the teacup in his hand and stood up, and Rowling, who had been manicure, also stood up. The opportunity came, and just when Rowling got up, Zhang Zhanpeng, who had been secretly lucky, suddenly launched. Originally, Zhao Zhi and Zhang Zhanpeng sat opposite each other, Rowling got up and took a step to her left, standing between Zhao Zhi and Zhang Zhanpeng, which is why Zhang Zhanpeng chose to make a move, he wanted to grab Rowling as a hostage and force Zhao Zhi to surrender.

"You finally can't help it" Zhao Zhichang laughed, grabbed Luo Lin with his left hand and pulled him behind him, raised his right foot and hit Zhang Zhanpeng's fist hard. With a muffled sound of "Peng", Zhao Zhi took Rowling back two steps, Zhang Zhanpeng's punch was gaining momentum, and Zhao Zhi wanted to take care of Rowling behind him, so he naturally suffered a loss in strength. But Zhang Zhanpeng was not happy, and his fist was swollen and painful when he was kicked by Zhao Zhi, but he endured it and was not discovered by Zhao Zhi.

"Standing by and watching" Zhao Zhi pushed Rowling to the wall, but he untied the front lining of his clothes, this cotton shirt was made by a tailor in Yuanshan Town, the size was just right, but the shoulders were a little tight, and Zhao Zhi would be a little in the way when he punched. "I'm going to make a move, you have to be careful" Zhao Zhi looked at Zhang Zhanpeng who was stepping on the seven-star step and smiled, no matter what kind of kung fu Zhang Zhanpeng practiced, Zhao Zhi corresponded with the mercenary's best fighting skills.

The fighting techniques practiced by mercenaries are not as particular as those of Chinese martial arts, which are all figured out by mercenaries through life and death, and pay attention to killing with one blow. With Zhao Zhi's physical fitness, he has a great advantage in speed, coupled with the power skills and joint skills in the fighting arts, Zhang Zhanpeng, who was born recklessly, is not an opponent at all. It's just that before the two of them really make a move, it's still unknown who wins and who loses.

Zhao Zhi was about to make a move, and the happiest person was not Zhao Zhi, but Rowling who was pushed to the wall by him. On the way out of Shanghai, Rowling was secretly observing Zhao Zhi, but this annoying guy never showed his bottom at all, and Rowling couldn't figure out the depth of Zhao Zhi. Just looking at the convincing of those tall mercenaries to Zhao Zhi, it is not difficult for Rowling to guess what status Zhao Zhi has in the hearts of these mercenaries. At this time, seeing that Zhao Zhi was about to make a move, Rowling, who had been aggrieved all the way, widened her eyes and waited to see Zhao Zhi show her true skills, at least she knew that Zhao Zhi was not a mouthful.

"I don't know" Luo Ying, who was leaning against the window, glared at Luo Lin with some contempt, looking at the foreign woman's expression, she was actually doubting her husband's ability, which made Luo Ying a little dissatisfied. If I told this foreign woman about what my husband took him to Xiao Zhangzhuang to do, I am afraid that even if I can't scare her, I will have to scare her half to death. Luo Ying couldn't help pouting in annoyance, pulled out a pistol from her back and held it in her hand. Luo Ying didn't want to sneak attack Zhang Zhanpeng, he was just just in case, the reason why the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, Luo Ying knew since he was a child that there were four people in the room, and he was undoubtedly the weakest one, so he needed to protect himself from being sneak attacked.

Zhao Zhi's posture was a little strange in the eyes of Zhang Zhanpeng and Luo Lin, Zhang Zhanpeng was an authentic routine posture, his feet were separated and his body was slightly heavy, and his single palm was clenched into a fist on his waist in front and back. But Zhao Zhi just stood loosely and casually, raised his hands in fists in front of his jaw and head, his body slightly chested, and his elbows covered his ribs. In Zhang Zhanpeng's view, Zhao Zhi's posture is full of flaws, especially Zhao Zhi's lower plate and chest and abdomen, which are simply empty, and those who practice martial arts regard it as a taboo.

"Ha" Zhang Zhanpeng suddenly rushed towards Zhao Zhi, this living room is only so big, even if Zhang Zhanpeng has kicked the coffee table and chair aside, it still looks a little cramped. It's just that in the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhanpeng and Zhao Zhi fought back and forth, but in Rowling's opinion, Zhang Zhanpeng's offensive is more than Zhao Zhi, and Zhao Zhi, who has been secretly explored by her, is just blindly defending, and there is no sign of gaining the upper hand, but Zhao Zhi has not shown signs of defeat for the time being.

Whether the shoes fit or not, only the person who wears the shoes knows, Rowling is watching Zhao Zhi is at a disadvantage, but whether he has the upper hand is only known to Zhang Zhanpeng. Seeing that Zhao Zhi was just blindly defending, in fact, Zhang Zhanpeng was the one who should complain about it, Zhang Zhanpeng knew the power of his fist, but he had already punched more than a dozen times, but he didn't even have Zhao Zhi's side. Either Zhao Zhi was pushed away with his hands and feet, or he was hit in the joint by Zhao Zhi when he punched and lost his strength, so a fist without strength would not be able to kill a chicken, let alone a big living person like Zhao Zhi.

The two sides fought for about 2 or 3 minutes, and Zhao Zhi had already figured out Zhang Zhanpeng's routines and techniques, and then kicked out a kick to force Zhang Zhanpeng back. "I've had enough, now it's time for me to make a move" Zhao Zhi took off the short coat that was torn by Zhang Zhanpeng's tiger claws, and in a hurry, the whole person threw himself into Zhang Zhanpeng's arms. The trick that Zhao Zhi is about to use is a bit like Judo, this kind of trick is performed in close quarters, and the emphasis is on close-quarters force, supplemented by joint skills to defeat the enemy.

The fight has changed, Zhang Zhanpeng, who has a big waist and a round waist, has been held by Zhao Zhi, and after a few consecutive knees, Zhao Zhi grabbed Zhang Zhanpeng's neck with one hand, and passed through his crotch with the other hand. "Peng" Zhang Zhanpeng was slammed on the floor by Zhao Zhi, and even Luo Lin, who was standing by the wall a few meters away from them, felt the vibration of the floor, "You lost" Zhao Zhi raised a foot and stepped on Zhang Zhanpeng's chest, and leaned over to look at Zhang Zhanpeng, who had lost his combat strength, with a cold face.