After 3 days:

Moon Star Rare:

Unfinished buildings on the outskirts of the city:

This is the real estate developed by Du Binghu, but due to the fact that several people have died in the past six months, there have been many situations, resulting in the temporary shelving of the project.

The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, all of which are half a man's height, and you can occasionally see hares and pheasants foraging in them.

Because of the haunting, few people come here during the day, let alone at night.

However, today the sixth floor is very rarely lit up.

There were more than a dozen people in it.

Ten of them were tough guys, all of them wearing black suits, black leather shoes, and carrying silver-white boxes in their left hands.

But if you look closely, your waist is bulging, and you obviously have a guy.

These boxes are full of banknotes, 50 million in total!

But it's not a real banknote!

It's the Underworld!

In front of these ten strong young men, there were two acquaintances, Du Binghu and his right-hand man Taishan.

It's just that the current Taishan, wearing a plaster cast and crutches, looks quite embarrassed.

In addition to this, there are two more.

One is a sturdy old man who is about 50 years old, but he is full of energy. The other is his apprentice, who is in his thirties, with extremely fierce eyes, and at first glance he is a master whose hands have been stained with blood.

These two people are Du Binghu, thugs who were invited at a high price, and they came to see Ning Yuan off.

Those dark banknotes are naturally prepared for him.

Three days ago, in the splendid Emperor Hall, he Du Binghu suffered such a big loss, so naturally he couldn't give up.

In any case, this field must be recovered.

Thinking of this, Du Binghu took out a check from his arms and handed it to the lean old man.

"Master Zhao, this is a cash check for 5 million. After the matter is completed, another 5 million will be given as a token of gratitude!"

The person who is called Master Zhao is named Zhao Jia.

He has been practicing Wing Chun since he was a child, and he has achieved great success so far, and he is an internal martial artist. In the Jiangbei area, it is quite famous.

When Zhao Jia saw the cash check, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he took it casually.

"Well, this matter is wrapped up in the old man, and I promise that it will satisfy you, Boss Du!"

Du Binghu saw that Zhao Jia said casually, and was worried that he would underestimate the enemy too much, so he reminded him:

"Master Zhao, although that kid is not very old, he can really reach out his hand. I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it, there are more than a dozen people under my hands, in front of him, just like a child who has just walked, and he is not vulnerable at all. Just a few faces, and they're all on their stomachs!"

Before Zhao Jia could answer, Wang Hu, the apprentice behind him, suddenly took over the conversation.

"A dozen or so can be regarded as what kind of ability. For ordinary people like this, my master is a first-class master of internal strength, and it is not a problem to fight one against a hundred!"

As he spoke, he also pointed to Du Binghu's men.

Du Binghu's subordinates were all sturdy young men with strong blood, and when they heard the other party's words, they were a little annoyed.

Seeing this, Zhao Jia shouted at Wang Hu with a relaxed smile on his thin face.

"Wang Hu, you've been learning boxing from me for ten years, how are you doing?"

When Wang Hu heard Master's words, he immediately understood.

Without saying a word, his casserole-like fists clenched tightly together, his muscles abrupt, and he swung his fist violently and slammed it towards the load-bearing pillar next to him.

Suddenly, a pit deep at the mouth of a bowl appeared on the concrete load-bearing pillar, which required two adult men to wrap around.

The lime and gravel fell like rain, and even the entire floor shivered slightly.

Seeing this scene, Du Binghu and the others were stunned.

Concrete load-bearing columns, all of which are still the same.

If this is smashed on a person's body, it must not be pierced on the spot.

Moreover, this is just an apprentice.

If the master makes a move, then will it be repaid?

Thinking of this, Du Binghu looked at Zhao Jia's master and apprentice's expressions, and became more and more respectful.

This 10 million is really worth the money!

It seems that that boy is going to die today.

At this moment, a minion hurriedly ran upstairs and said to Du Binghu: "Master Tiger, someone else is here!"

Du Binghu nodded, and then bowed to Zhao Jia's master and apprentice.

"Master Zhao, please leave it to you!"

Zhao Jia smiled lightly and said, "Boss Du's words are serious, it's just a small child, and when my apprentice is alone, I can easily clean him up!"

While they were talking, a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes strode over.

The person who came was Ning Yuan!

At first glance, he saw Wang Hu with a fierce face, and Zhao Jia with an arrogant face.

Seeing this, he already knew it in his heart.

However, there is still no joy and carefree on his expression, like the water of an ancient well, and he can't see the slightest ripple.

He walked straight to Du Binghu, and didn't say any nonsense, just straight to the point.

"Master Hu, are you ready for the ransom money?"

With Zhao Jia's master and apprentice, Du Binghu is also fearless.

"Ning Liheng, I really didn't expect you to be so bold and dare to come here alone!"

Ning Yuan did not tell Du Binghu his real name. It was the Taoist name given to him by the master who stayed, Ning Liheng.

"I've always been bold!"

After finishing speaking, Ning Yuan glanced at Zhao Jia's master and apprentice with slanted eyes.

"But the courage of these two people doesn't seem small, and they dare to come to this troubled water!"

Hearing Ning Yuan's words, Rao is Zhao Jia, who had always been calm, couldn't help but be gloomy.

Wang Hu, who has a fiery temperament, is even more like a crater about to erupt, his eyes are full of anger.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

As he spoke, he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and slammed his fist towards Ning Yuan's front door.

This punch was like a cannonball across the sky.

Ning Yuan still stood with his hands in his hands, not moving like a mountain, but replied coldly.

"Look for death!"

As soon as the words fell, he made a decisive move, raised his five fingers upward, and slapped Wang Hu's fist as big as a casserole very casually.

"Click!"

Ning Yuan's palm looks as light as the wind, but he knows how to overcome rigidity with softness.

On the spot, Wang Hu's fist, which was harder than concrete, was slapped with a comminuted fracture.

Wang Hu let out a terrible scream in the air and retreated again and again.

Ning Yuan took advantage of the victory to pursue, and then came with a whip leg in the air, sweeping towards Wang Hu's cheeks.

"Poof!"

Wang Hu made a 360-degree rotation in the air, blood spilled in the air, and even several teeth were broken.

"Shhh

Seeing such a terrifying scene, everyone present couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Du Binghu, who was arrogant and proud just now, immediately became as cold as a frosted eggplant.

He hurriedly turned his gaze for help to Zhao Jia and shouted in a trembling voice.

"Master Zhao!"