President of Melee Soldier Wang Qiao

In the courtyard of the Zhao Family.

Zhao Siming was sitting upright in the living room, with a cigarette in his hand, his hands were shaking slightly, his face was ugly, and his eyes even seemed a little cloudy.

Sitting opposite him was an old man with a gray beard. He didn't appear to be aging at all. Instead, he looked radiant, with a youthful aura that didn't match his age.

"This Zhang Shutong really has the skills to move the city's Deputy Director Song." Zhao Siming gritted his teeth, and then said: "Fortunately, I have some friendship with him, so I won't be too passive."

"It's just a fledgling young man, nothing to be afraid of." The old man smiled lightly, his eyes soft, calmly picked up a glass of water on the table and took a sip, and said: "Even if he knows a little kung fu, what can he do?" If he dares to come, I dare to let him go and never return."

Hearing what the old man said, Zhao Siming breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the tea on the table. Before he could speak, a puppy from outside hurried in, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said: " Master, that man is here, and he brought two girls over, threatening to kill him directly."

Zhao Siming's hand trembled, the tea almost came out, and he looked at the old man with embarrassment.

The old man just smiled and continued to drink tea with his head down.

"He is looking for death. There are 40 thugs in my yard, and there are more than a dozen masters lurking. There are various traps. It is hard for him to kill him."

"Yes, yes." The person who reported the letter nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Siming waved his hand helplessly, and let the man back out, then looked at the old man, and said in a deep voice, "I really don't understand what kind of tricks he played, and he even brought two women."

"I guess I want to bring two women here to show off my prestige and show off my abilities. I have seen this kind of people a lot. To put it bluntly, I just want to pretend to be aggressive." The old man with white beard said indifferently. "And my big apprentice is still outside, he can't enter the house at all."

Zhao Siming can only apologize, but since he spent a lot of money to invite someone to sit in charge of him, he should believe that he has this ability.

Through the window, you can see the courtyard outside. The depth of the hospital is 30 meters. During this period, there are security guards, secret sentries arranged by him, and some experts specially invited here to deal with Zhang Shutong.

He must not be killed.

Two minutes later, the man from just now hurried in again, his expression a little more panicked than before: "Master, he beat all the security guards to the ground, and his attack was tricky and vicious. We are not opponents at all."

Zhao Siming waved his hand, and after making people back off, he walked to the window alone. Except for the bright lights, no one could be seen outside.

The old man sat on the sofa drinking tea calmly and ignored him.

A few minutes later, the man ran in for the third time, lowered his head and secretly wiped the sweat from his brow, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, he has already broken through the second line of defense and pulled out many secret whistles we hid. .”

"Go and have a look again." Zhao Siming sighed a long time, his eyes were a little dazed.

These secret sentry recruits are all veterans, are those vigorous and ruthless brats, and they didn't last for a few minutes before their authority collapsed? !

"No hurry." The old man rarely said a word: "If my apprentice doesn't make a move, I won't feel at ease with the money."

Zhao Siming turned around and sat opposite him, still feeling ominous in his heart. "There is still the last level on my side. It was guarded by the four major bodyguards before. Now that they have left, I have recruited four new people. It is said that they are all first-class masters."

"Wait and see." The old man said leisurely.

Zhao Siming let out a breath of foul air, and leaned heavily on the sofa, hoping that his last line of defense could withstand it.

A few minutes later, the same buddy rushed in scrambling all the way, and said with a wail: "Master, he also tore through the last line of defense. We were defeated, and we couldn't resist him at all. It's like a devil. It can't be stopped at all."

After finishing speaking, the little brother who reported the incident fell to the ground in a slump, describing him as dead.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Zhao Siming murmured, "All I found were masters, how could it be so vulnerable?"

Zhao Siming's body was a little soft, and he told himself over and over again that it was impossible.There are so many masters, and he spent so much money to invite them here, but they can't match the bravery of Zhang Shutong who is single-handed.

"It's useless." The old man muttered, but he still drank his tea unhurriedly: "My big apprentice is still outside, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

"So many people have failed to do anything to him, can your apprentice do it?" Zhao Siming had no idea in his heart, and after this incident, he was almost scared out of his wits.

He was alone and brought the two wives with him, tearing apart his carefully arranged light and dark whistle one by one, even a few masters fell apart in an instant.

How could such a tough man not be afraid? !
"Don't worry. With him here, even ten Zhang Shutongs won't be able to call in." The old man stood up, patted Zhao Siming on the shoulder, and said with a slight sarcasm in his tone: "Anyway, you are the head of the Zhao family. It's not appropriate to be so frightened by such a trivial matter."

Zhao Siming smiled bitterly, is this a trivial matter?He was about to enter his house from the door.At this moment, he suddenly had the urge to call the police.

But Zhao Siming, who claims to be a high society, can't afford to lose this man. If outsiders know that his house was broken into by an unknown young man, and there are countless deaths and injuries, it will stop him from moving forward.Then how would he face the people around him, how would he face those old friends in the same industry.

"Then, I wait for the good news?!"

"Wait quietly, my eldest apprentice will come to see you soon with his head in his hand." The old man smiled lightly, stroked his beard, which was not too long, and said softly: "The two girls he brought over should Not bad, I took it all."

"Old Guo is always strong." Zhao Siming gave him a thumbs up.

"Do you want to go together?" Old Guo asked back.

"If Qin Yitian comes with me, I will keep it for my son. The remaining woman, Mr. Guo, will be spoiled casually. She should be Liu Lin, the queen of the night scene."

"Liu Lin? I've heard of it. She's a very beautiful doll. I like it." Mrs. Guo clicked her lips, and there was a strange light in her eyes.

Before the two of them could celebrate the upcoming exciting event, they looked at the door at the same time, and their expressions changed suddenly.

Zhao Siming's mouth trembled in fright, and he shivered.

At the door, a young man came lightly, with a smile on his face, and every step he took was very calm.

He, holding a person's leg with his right hand, dragged a person over like a dead dog.