Female President's Personal Guard

Chapter 275
"No need, I think the old man is not the same as the people upstairs, it's better not to get involved in this matter." Zhao Long reminded.

The old man chuckled, then stroked his beard and said, "I, Yang Chen, only pursue martial arts. I'm used to freedom, so naturally I won't be restrained by anyone."

"That's good. I want to save my brother now, and I hope that Mr. Yang will make way." Zhao Long said.

"I won't stop you, I just want to compete with you." After the old man finished speaking, he took two steps forward, as if he was ready to strike at any time.

Zhao Long knew he couldn't escape, so he clenched his fists and got ready.

At this moment, Yang Yixiao upstairs got a little impatient, and shouted: "Don't be inked, hurry up and fight, after arresting Zhao Long, I will give you 100 million."

Old Yang was not moved, but looked at Zhao Long with burning eyes.

"Please." Zhao Long respectfully said.

Elder Yang also chuckled, and then walked slowly towards Zhao Long.

Although Old Yang seems to be walking slowly, his steps are strange and seem to have infinite changes.

"Little friend, be careful, I'm going to attack." After Yang Lao finished speaking, he slapped Zhao Long's chest first.

Old Yang's movements were very slow, but he seemed to have blocked all of Zhao Long's escape routes, making Zhao Long unavoidable.

Zhao Long could only stretch out his hand to resist, but Old Yang's hand slid across like a snake, and then directly hit Zhao Long's chest.

Although this palm seemed slow, it made a muffled sound when it hit Zhao Long's body.

Zhao Long took five steps back before finally standing up straight, with surprise in his eyes.

"Tai Chi?" Zhao Long muttered.

"That's right, I have devoted myself to studying Tai Chi for many years, you have to be careful." After finishing speaking, Old Yang called Zhao Long again.

Zhao Long didn't dare to be careless, and then dealt with it wholeheartedly.

Zhao Long's boxing style is completely different from Tai Ji's. What Zhao Long wants is quickness, precision and ruthlessness. Most of the time he wins with strength, but today he has met his opponent.

Elder Yang also opened his mouth half-opened in shock, not because Zhao Long's fists are so exquisite, but because Zhao Long's strength is so great, although his Tai Chi has the effect of four or two strokes, but it is still a bit overwhelming.

The two played against each other for several rounds, but neither of them took advantage.

The more Yang Lao fought, the more energetic he became. After so many years, he finally met his opponent, and it was worth it.

But Zhao Long was anxious, not wanting to delay the time, and then cupped his fists and said: "I've offended, I'm going to be real."

After Zhao Long finished speaking, he called his true energy to fill his whole body. This was the first time he did this, and he didn't know how effective it would be.

Then he hit Old Yang again.

Elder Yang was a little angry, at first he thought that Zhao Long had used all his strength, but the other party said that he was going to do it for real, it was unreasonable.

With a soft snort, he hit Zhao Long again, this palm he dodged Zhao Long's fist and landed directly on Zhao Long's chest.

Mr. Yang used a lot of strength, and with the help of his strength, he was able to exert [-]% of his strength.

But Zhao Long didn't dodge, but took the palm abruptly.

But when Elder Yang's handprint was on Zhao Long's body, he felt as if he had been hit on an iron plate. The pain caused by the rebound made Elder Yang's hands numb and he lost his intuition.

"Iron cloth shirt?" Elder Yang looked at Zhao Long in shock and said.

Zhao Long shook his head without explaining, and said, "Old Yang, I'm running out of time, and I hope to finish it off."

Mr. Yang was stunned for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly and smiled, "I lost, little friend, can you tell me who you are from?"

"I can't say it." Zhao Long said calmly.

Old Yang nodded and smiled awkwardly: "It's no wonder that such an expert naturally doesn't want others to know, so go over."

Although the two didn't continue to fight, Old Yang had already given in. He was no match for Zhao Long.

Upstairs, Yang Yixiao was completely dumbfounded. Mr. Yang was his last card. In his impression, no one could match Mr. Yang, but today Mr. Yang conceded the defeat out of nowhere, he couldn't believe it.

Seeing Zhao Long walking slowly, Yang Yixiao shouted: "What are you waiting for, stop him, stop him."

The people around were holding sticks and machetes, but no one dared to step forward, even Mr. Yang was no match, so it would be futile for them to go up.

"Brother Long, you are too powerful, haha..." Luo Cheng also started to shout excitedly when he saw Zhao Long's skill like this for the first time.

Seeing that no one dared to stop Zhao Long, Yang Yixiao turned around and ran upstairs.

But Zhao Long rescued Luo Cheng first, and then chased upstairs.

Now that the showdown was over, there was no reason to let Yang Yixiao leave.

"Zhao Long, I didn't catch Sister Lan Xin, and it has nothing to do with me. Don't look for me." Yang Yixiao yelled in horror.

Zhao Long didn't speak, but quickly chased up.

Zhao Long concentrated his true energy on his feet, his speed was so fast that even he couldn't believe it.

This feeling of speeding like lightning is really like running fast, it's indescribably cool.

Downstairs, not only Luo Cheng, but also Mr. Yang and everyone were dumbfounded. It was as if the TV was fast-forwarding.

In the end, Elder Yang shook his head helplessly and muttered: "I used to be ignorant and ignorant. It's ridiculous that I still want to take him as a disciple."

"Haha, that's me, Brother Long. I'll definitely be as good as him in the future." Luo Cheng laughed confidently and slowly.

Because he knew that what Zhao Long taught him must be this set of exercises, as long as he practiced hard, he would definitely be able to be like Zhao Long.

"Don't chase me." Yang Yixiao yelled in fright.

He hadn't run far up, when he suddenly found a person standing on the stairs, and it was Zhao Long who looked intently.

Yang Yixiao looked back blankly, then glanced at Zhao Long again, he thought it was haunted.

"Zhao Long, this matter has nothing to do with me, we should not be enemies." Yang Yixiao said in fear.

Zhao Long stood there and slowed down for a while, the speed just now was even a little uncomfortable for him.

He took a deep breath, and then slowly walked down from above.

"What is your role in the Gang of Good People?" Zhao Long asked.

Yang Yixiao backed away slowly, and said: "I'm just a soldier, I follow the instructions above completely, and it has nothing to do with me."

"No relationship at all?" Zhao Long asked suspiciously.

Yang Yixiao hesitated for a moment, then summoned up his courage and said: "My task is to capture the Lanling Group, and then follow the Lan Xin sisters all the time, and keep track of their movements. I don't know anything else."

"Did you catch them?" Zhao Long had already come to Yang Yixiao.

Yang Yixiao only felt that there was a huge aura on Zhao Long's body, which made him dare not look directly at him.

"That's right, I caught it, but after I caught it, I handed it over to my superiors, and I don't know the rest." Yang Yixiao lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

"Who is your superior?" Zhao Long stared blankly at Yang Yi and smiled.

"I don't know." Yang Yi smiled.

"I don't know?" Zhao Long's eyes turned cold.

Yang Yixiao couldn't help shivering all over, and hurriedly said: "We have always been in touch by phone."

(End of this chapter)