Chapter Seventy-Three: If You Have a Gun, You're a Waste!
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Everyone was stunned, this mountain is too sincere.
"Everyone is a person who practices martial arts, and I won't say much about hard qigong and how important the cover door of the iron cloth shirt is, so I declare a discipline, about this matter, when you go out of this door, you must forget it, this is discipline. ā
Uncle Shuai suddenly stood up and said slowly.
Although his voice was not high, everyone felt a deep murderous intent surging on Uncle Shuai, like a yin wind blowing on his face, which made people shudder, and couldn't help nodding yes.
"Besides, who else wants to compete with this person?" Uncle Shuai looked around, his eyes swept over everyone's body one by one.
Hearing this, all the warriors looked at each other, none of them had the interest to step forward, the young man in front of him had already defeated the ghost boy and the mountain, which completely proved his strength, and then he went up, if he wins, he will win without martial arts, and if he loses, he will be ashamed of defeat, and he will be a fool.
Ignoring the cold snort of the deputy team leader on the side, everyone remained motionless, shrinking their heads one by one, preferring to be a turtle with a shrunken head rather than fighting.
Now it's a shame, it's everyone who is ashamed together, so it doesn't matter if it's a shame or not, and if it loses for a while, it's a shame for themselves, how can they calculate this account.
And Shen Jun was also red-eyed on the side, what kind of joke did he make, he actually let Chu Hao win, what kind of martial artist, they are all a bunch of waste.
He didn't even have the courage to fight, if it was under his men, they would all be deserters!
One by one, they have to be pulled over and shot!
Thinking that since he was going to be a colleague with Chu Hao, Shen Jun felt sick!
"In this case, Candle Dragon has officially joined the Dragon Teng group, and everyone is welcome. ā
Ignoring the dissatisfied gaze of the fellow next to him, Uncle Shuai said directly.
Hearing this, everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, finally there was no need to be ashamed, and they couldn't help but let out thunderous applause, I don't know, I thought how much they welcomed Chu Hao.
At the same time, Chu Hao also breathed a sigh of relief, this matter has finally passed, he still has too shallow background, and he almost can't resist the two of them.
"Then disband. ā
With Uncle Shuai's order, everyone suddenly felt light.
Chu Hao walked over and greeted them one by one, in the future, they will all serve rice in a rice pot, and the relationship will naturally be good.
Seeing that Chu Hao was not very old, but he was able to do a good job, everyone was also amazed, and they were quite polite to Chu Hao in their words.
Suddenly, at this moment, Shen Jun suddenly came to Chu Hao's side and whispered: "Don't think that everything will be fine if you join Longteng, the era of martial artists has long passed, no matter how high your martial arts are, one shot can kill you!"
As soon as he said this, Shen Jun regretted it a little, saying it in his own identity was indeed a little too undeserved, but as soon as he saw Chu Hao's triumphant appearance, he was angry and said such a substandard thing.
As soon as these words came out, in an instant, the entire warehouse was silent, and all the warriors were stunned, and they all looked at Shen Jun, glaring angrily, revealing bursts of murderous aura.
Although Shen Jun's voice was not loud, they were martial artists who had practiced martial arts for many years, and they were not deaf and clear-sighted, so how could they not hear Shen Jun speak.
Originally, Shen Jun still regretted it a little, but seeing the murderous spirit of the warriors aroused the anger in his heart, and he couldn't help but say, "Isn't what I said the truth?"
Hearing this, all the warriors were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions darkened, and a few people who were usually quite sharp and sharp-toothed opened their mouths, and they couldn't say anything, Shen Jun's words, although they were not good, but they were indeed as he said.
It's no longer the era of martial artists, but the era of guns, not to mention them, it's just how many dark masters have died under the guns.
Of course, it can also be said that they were surrounded by dozens of guns, and there was no way to escape, so they were killed, but it is an indisputable fact that the national art is not as good as guns.
Seeing that all the martial artists did not refute, Shen Jun's arrogance suddenly rose, quite a bit of a show of power, got cheap, and said obediently: "I'm not saying that what you have learned is useless, but now a person who has just picked up a gun can kill you, so that you, for decades, have practiced three nine times in winter, three times in summer, and all your hard work will be in vain." ā
At this time, Chu Hao suddenly spoke, his eyes narrowed, he looked at Shen Jun with disdain, and said word by word: "Do you know, even if you hold a gun, in my eyes, you are a waste." ā
"You?"
Unexpectedly, no one else dared to speak, Chu Hao actually dared to ridicule himself like this, he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead!
"What are you, say you're a waste, you're a waste!" Chu Hao said with a sneer.
"You! Believe it or not, I shot you!"
Shen Jun was immediately enraged by Chu Hao, and with a flick of his sleeves, the pistol slipped out of the cuff and fell into Shen Jun's hand, and the black muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at Chu Hao's head.
"Shen Jun, put the gun down, you dare to use the gun against your comrades, give me back and lock it up for three days!"
Uncle Shuai, who was already about to leave, suddenly turned his head and said coldly.
It's just how many dark masters have died under the gun.
Of course, it can also be said that they were surrounded by dozens of guns, and there was no way to escape, so they were killed, but it is an indisputable fact that the national art is not as good as guns.
Seeing that all the martial artists did not refute, Shen Jun's arrogance suddenly rose, quite a bit of a show of power, got cheap, and said obediently: "I'm not saying that what you have learned is useless, but now a person who has just picked up a gun can kill you, so that you, for decades, have practiced three nine times in winter, three times in summer, and all your hard work will be in vain." ā
At this time, Chu Hao suddenly spoke, his eyes narrowed, he looked at Shen Jun with disdain, and said word by word: "Do you know, even if you hold a gun, in my eyes, you are a waste." ā
"You?"
Unexpectedly, no one else dared to speak, Chu Hao actually dared to ridicule himself like this, he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead!
"What are you, say you're a waste, you're a waste!" Chu Hao said with a sneer.
"You! Believe it or not, I shot you!"
Shen Jun was immediately enraged by Chu Hao, and with a flick of his sleeves, the pistol slipped out of the cuff and fell into Shen Jun's hand, and the black muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at Chu Hao's head.
"Shen Jun, put the gun down, you dare to use the gun against your comrades, give me back and lock it up for three days!"
Uncle Shuai, who was already about to leave, suddenly turned his head and said coldly.