In the most luxurious hall on the basement floor of the Pihe Building, there was no joy or anger on Bi Zheng Sheng's face. In front of him lay six corpses, all of them his men, one of whom was his right-hand man.

When he was ordered to come to Luojin to open up the Taiping Ring, the largest black boxing ring in China, Crazy Flower made a great effort. Now his right-hand man is a corpse.

"This person is very strong, except for Tang Sanye, I'm afraid no one here can deal with him. It was the woman with the scar on her face who spoke.

Surprisingly, Bi Zhengsheng didn't get angry, he said calmly, "Tang San is not this person's opponent, if I'm not mistaken, this person's strength is close to the middle of the yellow level." ”

"Ahh

Everyone who can appear in Bi Zhengsheng's house is Bi Zhengsheng's henchmen. Although none of them were martial artists, they knew very well how powerful a real yellow-level martial artist was, and even more aware of how difficult it was to become a martial artist.

The reason why Sheng Ye is Sheng Ye and can gain a foothold in the underground black boxing world is because Sheng Ye is a yellow-level powerhouse. Of course, there is also a stronger force behind the birth of the father.

Bi Zhengsheng's gaze swept over everyone, and said slowly, "It's my mistake, I should let Crazy Flower go over with a gun." Now that this person has been alarmed, it is difficult to keep him except for my own action. Ah Hong, you take your brothers down and settle them down. Wait until I bring him here to avenge my brothers. ”

"Yes, Father. A long-haired young man hurriedly stepped forward to answer, and then greeted at the door, and soon five or six people came and began to move the corpses in the hall.

As soon as several corpses were removed, the mobile phone of the scar-faced woman next to Bi Zhengsheng rang.

The scar-faced woman frowned slightly, took out her phone and was about to turn it off. But when she saw the call on her mobile phone, her face changed slightly, and she immediately connected the phone.

In just a few seconds, the scar-faced woman put down her mobile phone, she looked at Bi Zhengsheng with a solemn face and said, "Brother Sheng, Mr. Huan left Luojin abruptly, Su Minyu's matter has not been suppressed, and the club on the other side is about to be sealed for inspection......"

"Didn't the cat boy go to the scene of the car accident?" Bi Zhengsheng's face was difficult to see, and the Pihe Mansion was his old nest that he had operated for many years. Once the matter broke out, even the power behind him could not protect him from staying in the Pihe Mansion.

This is not what scares him the most, what he is most afraid of is that the underground black fist Taiping Ring in the Pihe Mansion was established by him on orders. Now that he has set up the Taiping Ring because of his carelessness, he has to think about what kind of punishment he is about to face.

"There is a new person at the Luojin Police Station, this person doesn't give our people face at all, he personally took action and found out that Su Minyu was shot and killed instead of in a car accident. Su Minyu was shot dead when he went out at the club on the other side of me, and that person was the first to block the club on the other side of me. Mr. Huan's departure should also have something to do with this person......"

Before the scar-faced woman finished speaking, a large number of police cars appeared on the large surveillance screen opposite the hall.

"Very good!" Bi Zhengsheng stood up with an angry face, staring at the police cars deadly, and after a few breaths, he said, "Everyone withdraw first, go to the border of South Vietnam, and wait for this gust of wind to pass." ”

At this moment, in Bi Zhengsheng's heart, he had already regarded Di Jiu as a dead man among the dead. He has been debuting for so many years, and he has never suffered such a big loss. If he was allowed to see Di Jiu again, if he didn't tear Di Jiu apart inch by inch, he wouldn't be able to get out of this breath.

......

Di Jiu had already left Luojin City, and he sat on the train to Linchuan, looking at the scene of the reverse flow outside the train with some stunnedness.

It's like a dream, so much has happened to him in a short period of time.

Daxingmenlu and Di Jia Di Yue's Martial King Secret made him understand more deeply how narrow his understanding of cultivation was in the past. Dedicated to studying medicine, the purpose is actually just to have martial roots, and then start cultivating martial arts. He didn't know before that there was something more exciting and powerful than martial arts.

After he settled down in Linchuan, the first thing he did was to gather the Daxingmenlu and the Di's Seven Swords to cultivate.

Use Daxingmenlu to gather vitality, and use Di's seven knives to improve strength.

With Di Jiu's current vision, he guessed that the Di Seven Swords were indeed not a cultivation technique, but a martial art. Unlike other martial arts that rely on the cultivator's existing vitality, this martial art can cultivate the vitality at the same time when cultivating.

It's just that I don't know why Di Yue didn't say this, and why his father Di Shi didn't say that Di's Seven Swords was not a matter of cultivating exercises but martial arts.

The sound of the station announcing that Linchuan Station had arrived woke Di Jiu, Di Jiu quickly retracted his thoughts and stood up, grabbed the cloth bag under his feet and carried it on his back, and followed many people out of the station.

......

As soon as he got out of the station, Di Jiu called a taxi to Aibo Hospital.

At that time, Yu Jianfu, the director of Aibo Hospital, left him a business card, and a few words were written on the back of the business card, which could be arranged for an internship in the poison department, and then Yu Jianfu's signature.

Now Di Jiuyi wants to find a quiet place to cultivate, and the matter of finding a job is as simple as it can be.

Aibo Hospital is not very far from the train station, and after half an hour, the taxi stopped in front of Aibo Hospital.

After getting out of the taxi, Di Jiu knew that Aibo Hospital was very big.

Standing at the entrance of the huge gate building outside the hospital, you can see that all of them are high-rise buildings. From the outpatient building to the inpatient building, it is connected.

Di Jiu frowned a little, there are so many buildings, do you want him to go to the outpatient department to find someone to arrange a job?

"May I ask where the hospital's personnel department is in that building?" Di Jiu could only ask the doorman.

Before the doorman could answer Di Jiu, someone behind Di Jiu said, "What are you going to do in the personnel department of the hospital?"

The person who asked Di Jiu was a middle-aged man, and seeing that the white coat he was wearing had the word Aibo on it, Di Jiu guessed that this person should be a doctor from Aibo Hospital.

Someone asked, Di Jiu hurriedly said, "I was approved for a position in Aibo Hospital before, and now I want to report to the personnel." ”

This doctor didn't think so much, although it is difficult to enter Aibo Hospital, this does not mean that Aibo Hospital does not recruit people. In such a large hospital, new people are often recruited.

"Come with me, I'll go to the HR department too. The middle-aged doctor was very enthusiastic and immediately said when he heard Di Jiu's words.

"Okay, thank you. Di Jiu thanked him.

"What discipline are you studying?" the middle-aged doctor walked in front and asked casually.

Before Di Jiu could answer, the middle-aged doctor's mobile phone rang. Di Jiu's ears were extremely strong, and when the middle-aged doctor answered the phone, he could hear it clearly. The call was supposed to be from a nurse, and the patient in bed 19 he was in charge of suddenly had violent convulsions, his face turned purple, and his hands and feet were cold.

The middle-aged doctor seemed extremely anxious when he heard the news, he hung up the phone and rushed to a building on the left.

However, after he rushed out a few steps, he actually remembered Di Jiu, and turned around and shouted, "The personnel department is on the fifth floor of Building No. 7." ”

This person is good, Di Jiu said secretly in his heart as he watched the middle-aged doctor disappear into the back of the inpatient department.

(That's all for today's update, good night friends!)