Chapter 17: My patron

Zhang Xiaoman hesitated in the box, looking at the phone in his hand, his hands shaking.

She could secretly call the police at this time, maybe she could save Luo Chen's life, or call Yang Chao at this time and let Yang Chao think of a solution.

It is excusable for other people not to call, after all, no one wants to provoke Hong Biao for such an unrelated person like Luo Chen.

But she is different, she is still Luo Chen's girlfriend now!

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoman put down the phone in the end because she was afraid that Luo Chen might provoke Hong Biao and then provoke revenge.

After all, at this time, no one wants to get into big trouble, everyone has heard of Hong Biao's legend.

Not ordinary people like them can provoke.

No one in the room chose to call the police or notify the people outside.

"Forget it, this is his own death!" Zhang Hai said such a sentence, and the atmosphere suddenly became more embarrassing.

After Zhang Hai and others entered the box, Hong Biao sneered at Luo Chen.

"I never thought in my life that someone in Tongzhou would dare to provoke me one after another. You deserve to be unlucky today." Hong Biao nodded to the brawny man.

That man is a mercenary, everyone calls him Adao!

Ah Dao had been on the battlefield to kill people. He had a very good killing fist, and he was the number one fighter beside Hong Biao.

Moreover, there was a fierce energy and blood evil spirit in Ah Dao, and it was obvious that the opponent didn't know how many lives were in his hands. Such a person is desperate.

At this moment, Adao understood, and then sneered towards Luo Chen.

"Boy, remember in your next life, this world is not something anyone can provoke casually."

"This sentence is also for you!" Luo Chen sat on the chair but didn't move a bit, waiting for A Dao to come over and start his hand.

A Dao pulled away and moved, and with his wrist, a bright dagger pierced towards Luo Chen, very fast, and it took Luo Chen's chest straight.

He planned to kill Luo Chen!

But Luo Chen showed a playful look. Just when the dagger was about to pierce Luo Chen’s chest, Luo Chen shot like a lightning bolt, squeezing A Dao’s wrist with one hand, and then flipped his wrist, only hearing a creak. Ah Dao's wrist broke, and then the dagger fell off.

But Ah Dao shed cold sweat in an instant. He didn't expect the other party to look young, but his skills were so good and quite fierce.

He feels careless.

But it was not over yet. The next moment, A Dao hadn't seen it clearly, just a bang. A Dao felt as if he had been hit by a rhino. He flew out seven or eight meters away and couldn't get up.

At this time, Ah Dao knew that he kicked on the iron plate today and met the legendary master, otherwise he would not be flattened by his own skill.

Hong Biao was stunned when he saw this scene, obviously he didn't expect such a result.

He knew Ah Dao's skill very well. It was someone who could knock over a dozen ordinary people. It seemed that he had encountered a hard stubble this time.

But then Hong Biao sneered again, as if he didn't care that A Dao was shot and flew out, but showed an expression of watching the show.

"A bit capable, I think how many people can you hit alone? Go!"

All of a sudden, a group of people rushed over.

He didn't believe that the other party could beat dozens of people.

Unless the opponent is the real warrior in the legend.

Obviously, Hong Biao had bad luck. It was not a warrior, but a cultivator who was more terrifying than warrior.

Suddenly the whole hall sounded one after another screams.

In less than a cigarette, all dozens of people were lying on the ground, while Luo Chen was sitting on a chair. From the beginning to the end, Luo Chen sat there and never left.

Hong Biao's face changed, but Hong Biao seemed to have something to do, so even if his face changed, he didn't appear particularly flustered.

After all, Hong Biao can be regarded as a good man in Tongzhou, he has encountered many things, and has a great backing behind him.

"You wait, if you have the ability, you just wait!" Hong Biao took out the phone. He wanted to call someone, and he had to call a master. Obviously he didn't expect that he would meet such an evil person.

"Okay, I'll wait, I see who you can call today!" Luo Chen is not afraid, after all, he is not too afraid of worldly things.

Hong Biao called soon.

In the Ye family's villa, a forty-something man frowned at this moment and walked to the Ye family's study.

"Father, Ahai by your side lends it to me."

"What? Are you in trouble?" Ye Zhengtian was practicing calligraphy.

"Well, something happened to Abiao."

"Go ahead."

Just about to leave, Ye Shuangshuang also came in.

"Uncle San? Something?"

"Well, what happened to Abiao, I and Dad will borrow someone."

"Why don't I go Sanshu, your health is still not well, I will take someone there, anyway, I have to pick up my teacher later." Ye Shuangshuang said.

"Sure, then I will trouble you Shuanger."

But inside Haiyue Xiaozhu, Luo Chen stood up at the moment.

"Waiting for people is always boring, so why don't we do something." Luo Chen sneered towards Hong Biao.

"Ah~" a scream sounded.

"You wait, people will arrive soon, no matter who you are, you're **** dead today."

Although Hong Biao was beaten with blood flowing wildly, his face still looked very vicious.

Because he was convinced that as long as his backer came, then Luo Chen would be dead.

Luo Chen is indeed very good, but Hong Biao still thinks that his patron can clean up Luo Chen, after all, there is no one in Tongzhou who is not afraid of the Ye family.

Not long after, a car came to Haiyue Xiaozhu's downstairs, and then a man and a woman went upstairs.

The woman's long hair is fluttering, and she wears a capable costume to outline the perfect figure, while the man is a bald head.

The bald head is one of Ye Zhengtian's two bodyguards. It is not a retired special soldier, but a master of Xingyiquan.

Although in today's society, everybody sneers at the mention of Xingyiquan, because everyone feels that this kind of ancient martial arts is just garish and does not have much practicality, and it is not as good as boxing and Sanda.

But in fact, it is not. The real Xingyiquan master is definitely not comparable to boxing and Sanda.

Real Xingyiquan is not as simple as strengthening the body, but practicing the skill of killing!

The two quickly went upstairs and stepped into the hall.

Seeing dozens of people falling to the ground, even the bald head was slightly taken aback.

This young man actually has such strength?

But Ye Shuangshuang was more and more convinced of his grandfather's words, as expected, he couldn't look at Luo Chen from a secular perspective.

At this time, Hong Biao saw Ye Shuangshuang at a glance.

"Miss?"