Wang Zheng pushed the door in, this is an elegant study, behind the mahogany writing desk, a middle-aged man in his forties, is holding a brush to write. There was also a person standing next to him, this person's name was Feng Wu, who was a personal bodyguard invited by Boss Li at a great price, I saw that the contours of his face were as sharp as a knife, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a resolute face, gloomy and tense, and his whole body exuded a cold air, and he was a person who practiced martial arts at first glance.

Feng Wu had already heard movement outside, but he didn't want to disturb Yaxing, who was writing by the boss. When Boss Li saw someone break into his study, the expression on his face suddenly turned cold. Boss Li saw that Wang Zheng was still carrying the stunned blue hair in his hand, and said in his heart, how did this person come in? Do I have a spy here?

"Young man, I don't care how you got in, this is my private residence, you are trespassing on a private house, I have every reason to ask someone to beat you out." Boss Li looked at Wang Zheng and said with an indifferent expression.

Wang Zheng let go of his stunned blue hair and pushed him aside. Sitting on the couch by himself, he picked up the cigarette on the coffee table and lit one. Wang Zheng has quit smoking for a long time, and today, here and now, in this situation, Wang Zheng wants to light a cigarette.

Wang Zheng took a sip, his head was a little dizzy,, don't suck it. The cigarette he had just smoked was thrown in the ashtray by Wang Zheng, but it was not extinguished, and a trace of green smoke was so curling, and Wang Zheng didn't pay attention to Boss Li's words at all.

Boss Li was a little angry, "Young man, don't be too arrogant." Thinking to himself, the young man now is too rude, crazy and boundless, he turned around and glanced at Feng Wu, Feng Wu understood. shouted at the bodyguards who didn't dare to come in outside the door: "Is the boss feeding you to come to see the excitement?" ”

As soon as more than a dozen people outside the door heard Feng Wu's reprimand, they rushed towards Wang Zheng with the weapons in their hands. Wang Zheng stood up, punched, kicked his legs, as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell to the study and squeaked and screamed. Dealing with garbage enemies, needless to say, broken legs and broken arms. More than a dozen people didn't even touch the corners of Wang Zheng's clothes, and they lost their combat effectiveness.

Huang Mao squatted in the corner of the study, his legs trembling, watching everything that happened in front of him. Wang Zheng seems to be wearing gold chain mail, a purple crown of phoenix wings on his head, and stepping on lotus silk and clouds, the Monkey King who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace. Fight to defeat the Buddha?

Wang Zheng turned around and glanced at Feng Wu and hooked his finger at Feng Wu. Meaning, it's your turn, don't grind, there's no time to waste spitting on you. Boss Li, who was sitting next to him, was directly ignored by Wang Zheng. Boss Li's face was relaxed, he had seen Feng Wu's power, young man, you are still too crazy.

Feng Wu frowned, moved his muscles and bones, and seemed to want to fight Wang Zheng for three hundred rounds. Feng Wu came to Wang Zheng's side, squinted at Wang Zheng, and coldly stretched out his fist and hit Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng looked at Feng Wu's punch and thought to himself, the strength is okay, the speed is too slow. Wang Zheng also stretched out his fist in an instant, and pointed it at Feng Wu's fist. only heard a "snap" sound, and Feng Wu took three steps back. Wang Zheng also took a step back.

Feng Wu clenched his numb fist, shouted "Ah", and stretched out his fist again to hit Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng felt a burst of contempt in his heart, stupid, still fist, don't your fists hurt? With his head sideways, he dodged Feng Wu's fist and stretched out his foot to kick Feng Wu's knee.

"Ah", Feng Wu shouted, jumping on one leg and taking a few steps back. glared at Wang Zheng fiercely, and said in his heart, it's too despicable, Lao Tzu is fighting against you, what kind of leg do you have?

Wang Zheng stretched out a finger and shook it at Feng Wu. Feng Wu was furious, and he was ashamed. Holding on to his injured leg again, he stretched out his fist and smashed it at Wang Zheng.

I saw Wang Zheng clenching his fists, exerting ten strength, towards Feng Wu's fist. When the two fists were together, Feng Wu thought to himself, he was finished, his arms, fingers and bones were broken, and Gaba Gaba was broken into several sections. This arm is estimated to be useless, Feng Wu fell to the ground, looking at Wang Zheng with his mouth open, his eyes were full of incredulity, how could it be?

"Hurry up and get treated, your arm will really be useless if it's too late." Wang Zheng finally spoke, reminding Feng Wu that Wang Zheng didn't want people who had been practicing for so long to be abolished by themselves.

Feng Wu woke up like a dream, stood up forcefully, and looked at Boss Li with dull eyes, "Boss, I'm sorry, I'm not good at learning, I can't protect you, Feng Wu don't say goodbye, boss, take care." Feng Wu has seen the current situation clearly, he is not Wang Zheng's opponent at all, no matter how strong he is, I am afraid that he will be here, Feng Wu is a bodyguard for Boss Li, itself is to make money, there is no need to put his life into it.

Feng Wu turned around and walked towards the door, and when he passed by Wang Zheng's side, he whispered: "Brother, where my duty lies, thank you for showing mercy to your subordinates just now, we will meet later."

"There will be a date later".

When Feng Wu came out of the room, Wang Zheng yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?" Shut up for me, whoever is making a little noise, I'll scrap his limbs". In an instant, the people on the ground who had broken arms and legs were all quiet, and the yellow hair in the corner of the wall hurriedly covered his mouth, for fear of making a little noise.

Wang Zheng bypassed the writing desk and came to Boss Li, stood beside the sitting Boss Li, and looked at the brush words that Boss Li had just written. Fake Sven, fake elegance. It's not good to be your nouveau riche, pretending to be a cultural person. Wang Zheng just stood like that, and did not speak.

At this time, Boss Li was already sweating with fright. I've already begun to think in my heart, as long as I can spare my life, no matter who sent you, I'll give you whatever you want. Boss Li knows very well in his heart that his life is the most important, as long as he can live, he can give up everything. I'm willing to take hundreds of millions, no, all my belongings in exchange for my life.

Boss Li's heart was trembling at this point, for fear that Wang Zheng would give him a punch coldly. Then you're done playing. Thinking of this, he hurriedly stood up, gave up his seat, and looked at Wang Zheng with a flattering expression, "Big brother, you dissipate your anger, you sit."

Wang Zheng felt a burst of contempt in his heart, sat down very shamefully, stretched his feet on the table, held his cheeks with his hands, and looked at Boss Li like that, without speaking.

Boss Li hurriedly came to the table and stood there respectfully, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake. I've been wondering who sent this? Who have I offended lately? What exactly does he want? Boss Li really wants to ask Wang Zheng, who are you? What are you looking for from me? If you want money, I'll give it to you.

Wang didn't speak for a few minutes, and after a few minutes of silence, Boss Li sweated like rain, and the people on the ground were even more miserable, suffering from both physical and psychological pressure. In these few minutes, it seems that centuries have passed, and the whole room is filled with an aura, oppression, and fear.

"Lai Guanglin is your cousin?" Wang Zheng finally spoke.