wealthy doctor

When the silver needle fell, it was like the curtain falling at the end of a big drama, driving all these clowns off the stage.

At this moment, the main hall seemed to be swept by a tornado, and there was a mess everywhere.

The most frightening thing was not the attack that didn't even have time to react.

But when a storm passes, you notice that among all the people, only you are left standing.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Including Tang Yong and Wang Ling, the patriarchs or heads of eleven aristocratic families survived the rain of silver needles.

It's just that, without the protection of the disciples at this moment, facing Chen Shuai alone like the god of death Shura, for these so-called self-righteous "superior people", it is simply better to kill them directly.

However, to the surprise of these capitalists, Chen Shuai ignored them and anxiously checked Zhao Bingning's injuries.

Zhao Bingning was affected, making Chen Shuai very upset.

Back in Jing'an, after more than half a year of hard work, Chen Shuai has regrouped a force that cannot be underestimated with himself as the core.

Chen Shuai had always regarded this attack on the Zhao family as an opportunity to make the Zhao family famous, but he never expected that Zhao Bingning would be injured by that old monster right under his nose.

If Gongsun Dali hadn't been more careful at the time to put an extra protection on the ring, I'm afraid he would have lost this stubborn girl forever.

Tang Yong could also see that the core of Chen Shuai's anger was Zhao Bingning's injury, so he said very sensiblely:

"Mr. Chen, although this old man Hong is my guest, he acts too perversely. Most of the time, he doesn't even listen to my words. I have no intention of hurting Mr. Chen or Ms. Zhao!"

Chen Shuai raised his eyes and slapped Tang Yong.

"You didn't mean to hurt us? You called so many diners here to dance in the square?"

Tang Yong smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond at all.

Chen Shuai hugged Zhao Bingning horizontally. Ning'er was still in a coma. He really didn't care about compensation or anything like that.

As for these people...

Seeing Chen Shuai looking back slightly sideways, the Patriarchs immediately realized that Chen Shuai was considering how to deal with them.

It's refreshing to kill a hundred people, but it's not realistic.

The Chen family cannot be restored in a short time, and the current Zhao family is still the cover he needs for the time being.These people are the stepping stones for the Zhao family to climb up step by step.

"Mr. Chen, the botanical garden that my Zou family has been running for so many years is willing to cooperate with the Zhao family to jointly cultivate natural treasures and cherish medicinal materials!"

"Uncle Chen, although the industry of rural medical centers is not big, it has great potential. My Xiao family can't eat this cake, so I donate it to Mu Ning Pharmaceutical!"

At this moment, all the Patriarchs didn't have the slightest arrogance at all, they were completely begging for mercy, like pugs scrambling to offer their prey to their masters.

Tang Yongcheng's mansion is extremely deep, and he also provided a very important piece of information:

"Mr. Chen, according to reliable sources, this old man Hong has a deep relationship with a folk witch doctor in Jinling, Ghost Sword Willow. This time he escaped, I'm afraid, he probably went to Jinling to look for Ghost Sword and Willow."

This information is still very important to Chen Shuai.

It is impossible to say that someone who can practice martial arts to this level in this era has no power or background behind him.

Although the old man Hong did not suffer fatal injuries, the deep sea silver needle combined with Chen Shuai's control of the true qi, the damage to the meridians was already like poison, following every luck of the old man Hong, it entered every part of the body place.

Although it doesn't hurt their lives, for martial arts practitioners, if they let it go, it is equivalent to losing their previous martial arts.

He still remembered the look in Hong Ye's eyes.

Insidious, dark, with a chilling viciousness all the time.

It was unacceptable for Chen Shuai to let such an enemy wander outside.

This information is still useful.

After listening to Tang Yong's information, Chen Shuai turned around and left, the hall that had already become chaotic under the fighting.

"Don't be too happy, this matter is not that simple. Didn't you say that you gathered here to dance in the square? Come on, let's dance one and see!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, then got up hastily, and really formed a queue, showing off their greasy belly and out-of-shape figure.

Wang Ling even hummed a song cheekily, bringing shamelessness to the extreme.

There are ruins beside him, and behind him are demons dancing wildly.

Chen Shuai was dressed in messy clothes, hugging his beloved woman, expressionless.

He remembered the tired look on his father's face when he was a child when he was waiting for his busy father to return late at night, and wanted to invite him to play some fighting games with him.

He didn't understand then.

Now, he understands.

Chen Shuai has never been a holy mother, and neither is the Chen family.

People who can reach such an unparalleled height must not have clean hands.

Being in a wealthy family is born like this.

Either the hands were bloody or the neck was bloody.

Looking at the crooked thugs and doormen beside him, Chen Shuai sighed softly.

The prey and the hunter are not an identity, but a state of constant transformation.

Being in a rich family, I'm sorry.

"Has the kid gone away?"

Tang Yong, who was the oldest, already felt that his waist couldn't take it anymore.

Wang Ling sneaked a sneaky look, and after confirming that Chen Shuai had disappeared from sight, he said:
"md, this kid is so powerful, what is his background?"

Another patriarch of a younger, lesser family said:
"Hurry up and ask how the other two sides are doing! If all the diners are gathered in the main hall today, this kid..."

Tang Yong shook his head, interrupting the unrealistic fantasies of the patriarch who had never seen the world.

"Even if there are a hundred third-rate families, challenging the first-rate ones is nothing more than a blow to the tree. This Chen Shuai is not as simple as we thought."

Tang Yong sighed, looked at the broken documents everywhere, and said with a wry smile:

"I thought the Zhao family was a piece of fat, but a group of people excitedly set up a pigsty to trap everyone in it."

"Haha... In the end, I found out that I am a pig."