When Brother Hu's gaze swept over Zhang Hu's bandaged shoulders, his eyes suddenly shot a fierce gaze, and the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly, no longer like a gentle gentleman, no longer a successful person galloping in the shopping mall, but a fierce beast that chooses people to eat, and a hegemon who truly controls the life and death of others.

But in the blink of an eye, the momentum on Brother Beard's body receded like a tide, and he slowly turned around again, facing the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

"Who did it? It's hard that they don't know that you Zhang Hu is messing with my beard?" Brother Hu Zi overlooked the bustling Hanglin City, and asked in a flat tone, but there was a majesty that could not be questioned in the flat tone.

Since Brother Hu Zi changed his career to enter the business world, some of his subordinates who worked hard with him in the past followed him to be active in shopping malls, and some stayed to take care of things on the road, and Zhang Hu was the one who continued to stay on the road.

"It wasn't the Taoist's doing. Zhang Hu shook his head and said.

"Oh, it wasn't the Taoist who did it!" "Brother Hu was a little surprised.

"It was a young man who looked like a college student, and he swept away eighty-two people, including me, Zeng Quan, and Zeng Li. Zhang Hu said with some wimp.

This time, Brother Hu Zi was really surprised, and couldn't help but turn around, I don't know how the others are skilled, but Zhang Hu and Zeng Quan Zeng Li have followed him, and he knows how well they are, not to mention that even if those gangsters are bad, the number of seventy-nine people is still a little scary.

"Tell me about it!" asked Bearded Brother with interest, sitting back in the leather swivel chair behind the large desk.

"Yes!" Zhang Hu replied respectfully, and then slowly explained what had happened.

"You said that the iron rod and knife slashed at him like it was slashing on a steel bar, and it made the sound of gold and iron striking?" Brother Beard's originally calm face finally changed greatly, and the whole person couldn't help but stand up from his position.

"It's true, not only that, but we checked the watermelon knives afterwards, and some of the blades were rolled. Zhang Hu replied, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of fear.

"Could it be that someone has really practiced the golden bell jar!" Brother Hu Zi muttered to himself with a shocked expression, and he couldn't help but walk around the empty office, his hands flicking his beard back and forth.

"Is the Golden Bell Jar really so powerful?" Zhang Hu asked with some doubts, he is also a practitioner, so he has naturally heard of the name of the Golden Bell Jar.

Brother Hu Zi stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window again, and said in a deep voice: "The golden bell jar is hard and strong on the outside, it is masculine and strong on the inside, and it is practiced to the extreme that if a golden bell covers the whole body, it can not only withstand punches and kicks without any damage, but even ordinary swords can't hurt them, and even more can reach the level of protecting the body, and even ordinary bullets can block some." ”

"Ahh

"Even if you haven't practiced to the extreme, you have already practiced to a very high level. Strange, the golden bell jar is an extremely difficult hard qigong to practice, how can he practice it at such a young age as if he had a golden bell hood?"

"Is there no way to do it?" Zhang Hu hesitated for a moment, and asked a little unwillingly.

Brother Hu Zi didn't answer, his slender eyes just looked into the distance, revealing a strong fighting intent, and he said in a deep voice for a long time: "Check first, see what this person is from." ”

When Zhang Hu heard this, the pair of tiger eyes couldn't help but light up, and then bowed down and said, "Yes, Brother Huzi, I'll go and check." ”

Brother Hu waved his hand without looking back, and Zhang Hu retreated lightly when he saw this, and then carefully brought the door to the door.

After Zhang Hu left, Brother Hu Zi hooked a very cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "It just so happens that I have made a big breakthrough in cultivation recently!"

Yu Ziqing didn't know that he had attracted the attention and interest of Brother Beard, the boss of the community with a large number of underground forces in Hanglincheng, and he was staying alone in the laboratory to process the batch of urgent samples.

Working overtime until nine o'clock in the evening, I finally finished the sample pre-treatment, and the next step is tomorrow's instrument testing. However, Yu Ziqing did not leave in a hurry, but meticulously sorted out some bottles and cans on the experimental table.

Sometimes Yu Ziqing feels that doing experiments and cultivation actually have something in common, they can't be sloppy at all, they need to be taken step by step, and they need to be meticulous, just like the current tidying up the experimental table seems to be a very small thing, but if it is not dealt with in time, it is very likely that some high-concentration things will remain on the table or some utensils, which will easily bring stains to the next experiment.

After everything was taken care of, Yu Ziqing carried the shriveled shoulder bag and swayed back slowly.

From a distance, Yu Ziqing saw the lights on in Ah Zhen's steamed bun shop, although it was a little far away, but his extraordinary hearing still faintly heard the whimpering sound of a woman and the scolding of a man.

Yu Ziqing's face couldn't help but change slightly, and he quickly ran towards Ah Zhen's steamed bun shop.

"Stinky bitch, Lao Tzu asked you to raise a little white face, let you cuckold Lao Tzu, no money! Every day I say that I have no money, it turns out that I raise a little white face! I damn it, I fuck your ancestors!" In the bun shop, Zhu Lizhen's bastard husband was grabbing Ah Zhen's hair and pressing her to the ground, and the other hand kept hitting her face, leaving bright palm prints, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Zhu Lizhen's face was full of tears, her feet kicked on the ground, and her hands were desperately scratching her head, trying to break the bastard man's hand, but it made her scalp hurt even more.

"I didn't, I didn't! let go, you're not my husband, you're a bastard!"

"Fuck, you still dare to be hard-mouthed, and dare to scold Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will trample you to death!" The bastard man stepped on Zhu Lizhen's moving arm, and the pain made Zhu Lizhen's whole body spasm.

"Xu, Xu Sheng, Lao, Lao Tzu didn't come here to see, to see you beating your wife, hurry up and ask where that little white face is, where is it?" A stammering voice sounded in the bun shop, it was Brother Luoya.

In addition to Brother Bucktooth, there is also a chicken coop and a green-haired boy.

"Did you hear that, stinky bitch, tell me where that little white face is? Lao Tzu is going to kick out his testicles so that he will never touch a woman again in his life!"

"No, I don't, I don't have anything to do with him, you can't trouble him!" Zhu Lizhen exclaimed almost hysterically.

"No, do you think Lao Tzu is an idiot? How could he appear at the door of the store at such a late date and come forward for you!" Xu Sheng scolded angrily, and was about to kick Zhu Lizhen when he found that Zhu Lizhen's eyes were staring out in horror, and then screamed: "Ziqing, run!"