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The biggest mistake of Wang Ling and Tang Yong was that they were too confident.

When they confirmed that only Chen Shuai and Zhao Bingning came to the negotiation site, without even bringing a symbolic guard, these capitalists already arrogantly believed that the other party was already a piece of fat on the chopping board that had lost the ability to resist. meat.

This also directly led to the fact that there was not even a search of the two of them.

Tang Yong and Wang Ling were so confident that even if Zhao Bingning was wearing a recording pen, it would not have any influence on the outcome of the negotiation.

Therefore, when Chen Shuai faced Zhang Zhe's stormy attack and slowly took out a set of silver needles from his body, everyone's faces looked like fools.

Wang Ling smiled all over his face:

"Hey, this kid must be crazy. No one thinks that these martial arts masters can be killed with an embroidery needle, right?"

Zhang Zhe also didn't pay attention to the silver needle that seemed to break when touched:

"Haha, what are you going to do? Do you want to come and give me acupuncture? Serve me well, maybe it will save you some pain!"

However, when Zhang Zhe was only five steps away and could pour all his martial arts on Chen Shuai in the blink of an eye, he suddenly stood in place as if he had been frozen.

"Zhang Zhe? Do it? What are you hesitating for?"

Wang Ling urged anxiously.However, at this moment, Tang Yong behind him widened his eyes, and gradually began to sweat on his forehead.

"The needle... the needle in his hand is missing..."

In the next second, the muscular Zhang Zhe was like a deflated ball, his body went limp and he fell down.

At this moment, a cold silver needle like dry ice was inserted into his neck.

"Do you want me to do acupuncture? Hehe, I'm just a little worried. With your ability, you still can't support it."

Chen Shuai chuckled lightly.

He could tell at a glance that Zhang Zhe, an impetuous person, even if he had been educated by the sect, would find it difficult to calm down and practice penance.

The so-called martial arts practice is not just the pursuit of exercise and skills, self-cultivation is the ultimate goal of martial arts practice.

How can an impetuous person nourish his body, nature, and spirit?
"It's just a reckless man who has learned a little bit. I dare to show off here. However, frogs like you, I'm afraid, can only treat such three-legged cats as guests."

Now Chen Shuai understands why he feels that those disciples of Huyang Martial Arts School are at best better than the fighters in the frontier in terms of fighting skills, and they are slightly better in skills, yet they can win the incomparable favor of these aristocratic families.

After all, in this era of extremely fast-paced life, there are temptations everywhere, and there are very few people who can really calm down and achieve the unity of man and force, or even the realm of harmony between man and nature.

Seeing Chen Shuai's calm expression, Wang Ling was so angry that his teeth itch.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant. If it weren't for the absence of other masters from my Wang family, you wouldn't have the chance to be arrogant!"

Chen Shuai chuckled, stretched out his hand slightly, and pulled the silver needle back from Zhang Zhe, who had lost consciousness, as if fetching something from a distance.

"I don't think you all heard what I just said. I said, you can't compete with this kind of competition, you can't beat it, you can only use this kind of indecent method, calling you garbage, it is an insult to garbage the vocabulary."

Chen Shuai's eyes turned, and he suddenly glanced to the side, the heads of other families who were a little flustered at the moment.

"You...don't come here!"

The middle-aged man shivered when he saw the cold light flashing in Chen Shuai's hands from time to time.

Even the diners hired by the second-rate family with a lot of money are so vulnerable in front of this silver needle. If it were him, wouldn't he be smashed to pieces every minute?

"Why are you standing there? Hurry up!"

However, the followers of these small aristocratic families didn't even have a chance to meet in front of Chen Shuai, and before they had time to say a word of cruelty, they were thrown to the ground in an instant.

A group of people rushed forward, but they couldn't slow down Chen Shuai's progress.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man who was "stalked" by Chen Shuai was even more frightened, fell off his seat, and ran away rolling and crawling.

Chen Shuai walked to his original seat very naturally, picked up the seat, brought it to the negotiating table, and helped Zhao Bingning to sit down.He said to Tang Yong and Wang Ling who were full of vigilance:

"Two Patriarchs, dare to ask, now, can we start negotiations properly?"

On the other side, in the small courtyard at the back, Zhao Yingying, who was pressing her forehead with a handkerchief, stared fixedly at the screen regardless of the blood oozing out.

When she saw Zhang Zhe showing all her muscles and rushing towards Chen Shuai, Zhao Yingying threw down her handkerchief and couldn't bear to cover Zhao Xiaoxi's eyes beside her.

Even if she dislikes Chen Shuai in every possible way, she doesn't want to see members of the Zhao family treated like this.

Tang Wenyan showed a cruel smile on his face, and said:

"Hmph, don't worry, soon, you will see the same scene with your own eyes."

The expression on Zhao Yingying's face changed, and her eyes were almost red:

"What do you mean by that?"

Tang Wenyan laughed contemptuously, he was somewhat similar to his own father.

"Then Chen Shuai and Zhao Bingning are not really stupid. They are just delaying time. Aren't they just thinking about buying time for your accomplices to save you, a worry-free waste?"

Tang Wenyan walked to Zhao Yingying's side, raised her chin, and said contemptuously:
"However, you should know, now, in this small courtyard at the back, whoever comes will die!"

However, Tang Wenyan's 13 did not last forever.

Because he found that Zhao Yingying's eyes full of pain and regret, accompanied by a burst of noise and howling ghosts and wolves from the tablet, gradually turned into surprise.

Tang Wenyan turned around and saw Chen Shuai on the screen, like a god of war, guarding Zhao Bingning's side.

Anyone who wanted to get close or be unfavorable to the two of them would lie lifelessly on the ground as if they had been cursed.

When Zhao Yingying didn't pay attention, Zhao Xiaoxi also quietly looked at the screen. There were little stars twinkling in her big eyes.

"Wow, brother-in-law is so handsome!"

The child's innocent words made Tang Wenyan even more irritable. Looking at the guard beside him, he said:
"Immediately bring a team of people back to the main hall to support the Patriarch and the others! Damn it, this little boy looks like he has been drugged, so capable of fighting!"

"Who did you say took the medicine? Mr. Chen, how can you say it behind your back?"