Female President's Bodyguard

Brother Zhu wiped his nosebleed, and stood up unsteadily.

The disappointed rich young men next to them, as if they had received a shot in the arm, applauded one after another:

"Brother Zhu is mighty! Fight that guy for another [-] rounds! Kill him!"

"Are you stupid? Brother Zhu still needs to fight for three hundred rounds? Just three rounds!"

"My surname is Xu, what prestige do you have?"

Xu Qing looked at Brother Zhu in surprise, and when he stood still, he sneered and said, "Come again!"

When he was speaking, Xu Qing had already punched him straight away, the fist was as powerful as a dragon!
But just as Xu Qing's fist was halfway through, the red glow on Zhu's face instantly subsided, and he knelt down on the ground with a puff!
"Brother, please forgive me..."

Brother Zhu's begging voice was no longer the same as before, it was small and weak, like a punctured ball.

Xu Qing heard that it was impossible to withdraw his fist, so he twisted his arm suddenly and hit the stone pillar.

When the fierce fist wind brushed Brother Zhu's scalp, a lock of his hair stood up, and hit the stone pillar with a "bang".

The stone pillar immediately collapsed, stirring up a cloud of dust!
All the people present were in an uproar!
Is this fist made by a human? !

The rich young men were stunned for a long time, until the dust and mist cleared, one of them still ran to Brother Zhu without giving up:
"Brother Zhu, don't play such nonsense with him! Just punch him to death!"

Brother Zhu raised his palms tremblingly, trying to clench his fists, but he couldn't even move his fingers!
Moreover, his whole body was trembling like sifting chaff, his face was ashen, as if he had become a disabled person.

"Damn it, it's useless to play so loudly with the old men every day!"

Kuo Shao saw the situation and was extremely disappointed!
Immediately, he spat at Brother Zhu and was about to stomp him down.

But at this moment Xu Qing suddenly reached out, held Kuo Shao's feet in mid-air, and asked with a sneer:

"Is it your asking price just now?"

When Xu Qing spoke, he had already stepped on the foot that Kuo Shao used to support his body when he stomped people, and at the same time, he held the leg he had already stomped out to press down on him.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Master Xu, it hurts!"

Kuo Shao's face was cramped in pain, and he kept begging for mercy.

This kind of "one-word horse" movement that only professionals can make is simply terrible for a pampered rich kid like him!

Xu Qing sneered and ignored him, still pressing his leg, until a few seconds later, there was a crisp sound of bone breaking from Kuo Shao's crotch.

Kuo Shao actually made a "one-word horse" that even professionals can't do!
The range is so large that both legs are bent out of angle!
Kuo Shao's entire right leg was almost behind his back, screaming in pain, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

This big crotch is completely useless!

Only then did Xu Qing push him back, just hitting several of his companions, and they were mixed together.

"Shoot it out, come back and hit it again in the future!"

Seeing this, Liu Ziyuan was busy directing the security guards to do it.

There was a crackling sound of sticks being thrown in the bar, and the gang of rich young men rushed out with their heads covered.

He didn't even care about the crippled partner, leaving that guy to the security guards, he was beaten with sticks, and then he was carried and thrown into the street after being knocked unconscious.

And Brother Zhu, when he saw the wealthy young men who were commensurate with his brothers before, they publicly humiliated him as soon as he was defeated, he was extremely shocked, and his heart was ashamed.

Seeing that Xu Qing made a move to save him from being humiliated, he stood up tremblingly, and thanked Xu Qing with a hard cupped fist: "Brother...thanks..."

Xu Qing asked indifferently: "Where did you learn this skill?"

Brother Zhu showed bitterness on his face, and said awkwardly and ashamedly: "The skills are not as good as others... I was in danger of being humiliated... I don't deserve to mention my teacher..."

After finishing speaking, Brother Zhu staggered away from the bar with his legs as soft as noodles, leaving Xu Qing and others who were still curious.

Liu Ziyuan saw that all the troublemakers had left, so he walked up to Xu Qing, and took the initiative to plead guilty: "Master Xu, my security is not good enough, you should fight if you want."

Xu Qing took the clothes from him, waved his hands and said with a smile:

"It has nothing to do with you, this kind of stubble, I also have a headache when I meet it.

Hurry up and find someone to come over and fix the pillar, and I will explain what happened tonight to Sister Rong later. "

But after Brother Zhu made a fuss, Xu Qing didn't have the mood to drink any more, and left the bar after confessing a few more words.

At this time, it was nearly midnight, the cold stars were sparse, the moon was bleak, and the noisy city finally ushered in the quietest moment of the day.

Xu Qing walked towards the residence alone under the boundless moonlight, recalling Brother Zhu's physique that was different from ordinary people, he was still full of doubts.

Since he returned to Huaxia, he has encountered quite a few master warriors.

Although Yuan Batian, Han Jiangsheng and others are considered strong compared to ordinary people, they are still ordinary people after all.

Only Brother Zhu today was able to catch his own fist, and in the end he received a kick on the head with [-]% to [-]% of his strength, but only suffered a little skin trauma.

This guy's physique is obviously higher than that of ordinary people.

Xu Qing secretly suspected that maybe it was because of some martial arts skills he had practiced that made him so invincible and resistant to beating.

And what Brother Zhu said when he was parting clearly meant that he still had a teacher.

He is already so powerful as a disciple, so how powerful should his master be?

Xu Qing also wanted to find out the origin of brother Zhu, so the last punch changed his course and left him alive.

After this contest, Xu Qing thinks that he and Brother Zhu are no longer acquainted, and maybe the next time they meet, they will have some clues about his mentorship.

"Old Wei, what you said back then was absolutely correct."

"Huaxia's martial arts are like stars in the night sky, there is no end to them!"

"I used to think that there was nothing wrong with performing missions abroad.

Only when I returned to Huaxia did I realize that the subordinates of those drug dealers and bandit leaders are nothing but shit! "

Xu Qing couldn't help feeling deeply moved, and turned to enter the street, but just as he walked in, he saw a black figure standing guard in front of the stairs of his residence.

The man was dressed strangely, wearing a black windbreaker and a big bamboo hat. At first glance, he looked like a fisherman.

Moreover, he felt very cold, standing alone in front of the corridor, motionless, as if he was another dead man who had just escaped from the coffin.

The bleak moonlight, the hazy night, and the corpse-like breath made the atmosphere instantly strange.

Xu Qing saw that the figure was very strange, and the other party also noticed him, with a pair of eyes shining coldly in the moonlight, staring at him firmly.

Xu Qing smiled secretly, and still walked towards the residence, swaggering past the man.

And that strange guy kept facing the corridor all the time, standing straight and straight, with only a pair of black eyes following Xu Qing around.

Xu Qing smiled coldly, and raised his foot to go up the stairs, but suddenly there was a sharp "hoo" from behind!