Outside the window, outside the Syndicate Building, Yang Qi was bombarding the alloy baffle with punch after punch. Because the Syndicate Mansion is like a crystal cluster, Yang Qi easily found a place to stay. Using one hand and two feet to stabilize himself, Yang Qi pinched his right fist and smashed it down at the junction between the two boards, and in the strong sound, the four-centimeter-thick alloy plate continued to deform.

took off her coat and shoes, Yang Qi's upper body is now only wearing a vest, and her whole body is still wet, especially slender and graceful. But in the dizzying sky, in the strong wind that wanted to blow people away, Yang Qi smashed the alloy plate with a fist and a fist like a blacksmith striking iron. Although the specially made security door is so thick and strong that it makes her rutted, this board is only four centimeters thick, and it is the best breakthrough now.

"Drink!" puffed up, and with a punch, the junction of the alloy plate finally creaked and cracked. The fifth layer of Dragon Elephant Gong - the realm of leaving paw prints, the original effect is to punch on the two-centimeter-thick iron plate to leave a mark without hurting yourself. But Yang Qi's effect is stronger than that described in Long Xianggong, it didn't take much effort to break through from the inside to the outside in the underground biochemical factory just now, and now although it has been used from the outside to the inside for a while, it is not too difficult.

After smashing two more punches, smashing the gap a little wider, Yang Qi reached into it, grabbed the edge of the alloy plate, and lifted it outward. "Ah——!" All the strength was exerted, and the alloy plate turned and deformed in the crunching sound, and the solder joints at the joint cracked one by one.

This alloy plate, which is not much thinner than the Xinhua dictionary, is much harder than a steel plate of the same thickness. It is smelted and sintered by the composite of multiple plates, and there is a special stress structure inside. Ordinary bullets aren't enough to tickle it. Even the aircraft cannon had to work hard to knock out its durability. This level of protection is laid throughout the building. The syndicate also spent a lot of money and a lot of work.

But now, such an alloy plate was smashed by Yang Qi with his bare hands, and it was lifted up little by little. Grabbing the corner of the prying with both hands, Yang Qi stood sideways on the wall and pulled out with all his might. Like a can slowly being pulled apart, the alloy plate curls up. If this scene is placed on the earth, it is enough to shock the entire world. Even in Steelteste. It's enough to be jaw-dropping. With a bang, the entire alloy plate was finally completely torn off and thrown into the wind.

The dazzling light then shot into the office, and in the next moment, there was a bang, and Yang Qi had already broken through the glass and rushed in.

In the office, Yang Qi and the syndicate were far away from each other. There are no men, no spoilers, just two powerful leaders. The office was wide, but it wasn't too far away for both of them.

"Monsters, monsters. You're a monster!" the syndicate screamed hysterically, then nervously laughed, "Deal with monsters." Only by monsters. As he spoke, the bottle in his hand fell to the ground. That bottle has been drunk and there is not a drop left.

Snap, the bottle shattered, stabbed, and the syndicate's clothes swelled. With the sound of crackling bones, the syndicate's body broke through its original limitations and began to grow. This pure chaebol, who was originally powerless, had the aura on his body rising all the way, and the first, second, and third layers of the dragon elephant had broken through the fifth layer of the dragon elephant and marched in a higher direction.

But Yang Qi's expression has always been very calm, and she has not panicked at all. She didn't interrupt the syndicate's change, she just watched quietly, and there was even pity in her eyes.

"What kind of gaze are you?" Yang Qi's eyes seemed to burn the syndicate, and he roared wildly: "I can feel the infinite muscle strength, you are weak now, I am the strongest, I am stronger than those test bodies, and I am stronger than you! Kneel, kneel in front of me immediately, I can leave you a whole corpse, or I will ...... I'll just ......" The syndicate was suddenly speechless, and he wanted to twist his head in confusion, but he couldn't twist his neck. "How...... couldn't say a full word, and the syndicate panicked, he didn't understand what kind of magic he had fallen into.

"See for yourself, your pathetic look. Yang Qi pointed to a mirror in the office, and the syndicate found that he couldn't turn his neck, and it was difficult to turn around, desperately turning his eyes but couldn't see it. Yang Qi sighed and shook her head, took off the mirror, and placed the pestle directly opposite the syndicate. At the sight of the mirror, the syndicate's eyes widened. He wanted to scream, he wanted to go crazy and destroy everything, but he couldn't.

I saw that his body had indeed expanded, and his muscles had indeed increased, but strangely only the muscles of the torso had grown. The abs, pecs, and trapezius muscles were all incapacitally enlarged, but the problem was that the bones of his torso didn't expand with it. The sound of bones just now was just because of the sudden increase in weight. The whole person seemed to be wearing a huge flesh-colored vest - or rather in a huge jar.

The muscles swirled down to him, imprisoning his thighs and preventing him from stepping. It spread to the sides, squeezing his upper arm, leaving him with his arms flat. And the worst thing was that it spread to the scum, burying his neck and entire chin, making him unable to open his mouth. As the growth continued, the muscles even blocked his nose, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"I'm too lazy to kill you. Yang Qi stopped looking at the syndicate, turned around and walked to the door of the office, and began to study the security door that was more than a foot thick. When she finally got the button and opened the door with a bang, only a few knocks were heard, and the syndicate actually got up and running.

If you can't move your thighs, use your knees and calves. If you can't move your upper arms, wave your elbows and forearms. The syndicate's eyes were bloodshot to the point of bursting, presumably the over-strengthened heart muscle that gave him too strong blood pressure. There were a few clicks, and the metacarpal bones of his feet were crushed by his own weight, and they broke one by one.

But in the midst of near-death pain and madness, the syndicate didn't stop. He ran and rushed to the target. What he was staring at was not Yang Qi, but the mirror that reflected himself. The self-proclaimed beauty collector's syndicate must not tolerate in this life is the monster in the mirror, the pathetic, twisted, failed, dying - himself.

Snap, the mirror shattered. Smack. The glass behind the mirror was also shattered. Although Yang Qi also broke it when he came in. But the syndicate's collision area is obviously much larger than Yang Qi's. And the back of the glass. It's the emptiness. Syndicate, fell.

When the Morning Star Gang, who had been scolded by the Syndicate, finally organized a little manpower to come to the entrance of the Syndicate's Xiamen, a mountain of meat that could not be seen as the prototype fell from the sky and smashed the concrete floor. Knock, click, pop, indescribable sound mix, shattered bones and splattered blood, staining the minions of the morning star on their heads and faces, and dyeing dozens of square meters of nearby square meters into the color of hell.

Bang la blah. Someone manipulated the mechanism, and the alloy plate of the syndicate building was put away. Ten minutes later, Yang Qi led the people who had no one in the world to walk out of the main gate. There were casualties in this battle, and Shawty and Pierce even needed two vixens to hold on to their feet. But at this moment, the people of Morning Star only felt that a group of invincible killing gods were walking in front of them. They didn't need to raise their guns, they didn't even need to open their mouths to speak, it was enough to terrify the larger Morning Star.

The minions staggered back, then screamed and fled. Yang Qi found the only part that was still intact in a cloud of red debris: the Syndicate's head. The strange muscles killed him, but also protected the integrity of his skull during the fall. Of course, this makes no sense to himself. The only function of this hideous and painful head is to pay tribute to his companions. "Now, we can have a funeral. ”

Three days later. A beautiful cemetery in Queens, where a group of people gathered. A tombstone was erected here with the name of Chung Do-sung. There is no body of him, so only a well-dressed mound can be erected. According to the tradition of his hometown, Yang Qi placed the syndicate's head in front of Zheng Daocheng's tomb as an offering, and then patted Xiao Ti on the shoulder and turned away.

The others also dispersed in this cemetery, not only Zheng Daocheng, but also those who died in other battles. If you follow the rules of Steel Testicle City, the dead people will not even bother to burn the graves, let alone the graves. The final destination is not a small box, but a garbage dump on the outskirts of the city. But at Yang Qi's insistence, the war dead had the right to engrave their names on the stele. So everyone goes where they want to go and remembers those who need to be remembered.

And Xiao Di, who was covered in bandages, sat alone in front of Zheng Daocheng's tombstone, muttering something in a low voice, as if she wanted to say everything for the rest of her life. The others didn't hear it clearly, and Yang Qi deliberately didn't listen, so no one knew what she said. It's just that after finishing speaking, she got up quickly, limped to Yang Qi, and shouted out the title she had never called before: "Boss." ”

At this moment, Xiao Di let go of everything in the past and wholeheartedly became the first hall master in the world.

"Don't call me boss, you know, I actually don't like this title, it seems very unclassy. ”

Xiao Tiwaner: "You won't let me call me the Queen too, will you?"

Yang Qi also smiled: "I'll pardon you whatever you want." ”

"Call it whatever you want...... Xiao Di thought for a while: "Aren't you called Yang Qi, just call you Qiqi." ”

As soon as Qiqi said the word, Sister Fox, who was standing not far away, immediately turned around, looked innocently with big eyes and asked, "What are you looking for me?"

Yang Qi immediately had a black line: "Change it, it's not good to have the same name." ”

"That's called Yang Yang?"

"Hey, why do you keep using overlapping words, you're not a child. ”

"That'...... Qi Yang Yang?"

"It's almost a pleasant goat! No, no, absolutely not!"

"This doesn't work, that's not good, you still say let me call whatever I want, it's pure nonsense!"

"Ah, drink little girl, say you're fat, you're still panting? Come on, come on, we have to talk about this stubble......

The two of them talked and walked into the distance, and everyone who had no one in the world followed closely. The syndicate has fallen, and the morning star is like a plate of loose sand, and there is no longer half of the enemy in sight on the road to dominate Queens. This gang, which was established less than two months ago, has completed a feat that others have not been able to accomplish in a few years or more, and has officially gained a firm foothold in Steel Testicle City, becoming a powerful party that dares to wrestle with anyone who is powerful. (To be continued......)

PS: It's hot and stupid, it's completely unworkable. There was no air conditioning at home, and I was about to become a salted fish. If you don't see the second watch at night, then there are two possible reasons. One, I'm dying of heat. Two, I'm seriously thinking about the follow-up plot, but it's too hot to think of.

I saw a classmate asking: Why is the fifth layer of Long Xianggong so good, and the tenth layer of the Dharma King is still so frustrated, doesn't he have to cry?

Because there is nothing involved in the plot in this question, in order to save everyone's money, I will not be in the text, and explain it directly here: His Holiness is also very good, and he just didn't have alloy plates in his time, otherwise I will tear it down for you. Ten dragons and ten elephants, even if they are folded into ten elephants, they should be played upside down. The fifth layer of the dragon elephant doesn't mean that it penetrates the alloy plate with one punch, it would be too ridiculous. The key is not to hurt yourself. Ordinary people can smash iron plates with a hammer, but Yang Qi touched the slight change and spent a long time, and it is not an exaggeration to dismantle a board. It's just that the main line of the martial arts world is in the internal strength, and it is often described in an elegant and freehand brushwork, so everyone underestimates the golden wheel.