I have countless magic soldiers

Chapter 3 Did You Give You Face?
The knock on the door echoed, and the quarrel behind the door temporarily subsided.

"Who? For what?"

A high-pitched female voice came through the security door.

Zhou Xianbai did not speak, because he heard the heavy footsteps of the heels of leather shoes hitting the solid wood floor.

A few seconds later, with a "click", the security door opened.

Behind the door was a middle-aged man in his 30s with a sullen face. He looked Zhou Xianbai up and down and said impatiently:

"Who are you? What's the matter?"

Zhou Xianbai pointed to the cut on his head, and spread his hands so that he could see the blood on his face and hands clearly:
"It's okay for your family to quarrel. Throwing objects at high altitudes is too immoral, isn't it? Are you really not afraid of killing people?"

"I was walking down there, and I was hit by something you threw! Should we discuss the medical expenses?"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, frowned, and said:

"You're looking for the wrong person! There are no parabolic objects in our house!"

"No?"

Zhou Xianbai's complexion changed.

The other party actually didn't admit it directly, and didn't want to take this responsibility at all.

At this time, an angry middle-aged woman rushed over:
"Get out! Get out, you beggar who wants money!"

"Oh!"

The anti-theft door was slammed shut.

Zhou Xianbai's face suddenly darkened.

If he hadn't been lucky enough to gain an enhanced ability, he might have been crushed to death just now, but now, the other party doesn't even want to take any responsibility.

"Bang bang bang!"

He raised his hand again and knocked on the door.

"Get lost! How many times do I need to say it?"

A man's hoarse roar came from behind the door:

"Stinky idiot, get the hell out of here! I don't have time to talk to you right now!"

Zhou Xianbai laughed back in anger:

"Okay! Did I give you face?"

He took two steps back, turned around, twisted his waist, and kicked the door hard.

The strength of a warrior lies not only in physical strength, but also in various explosive martial arts. Even a martial artist can easily explode twice the basic strength.

Zhou Xianbai's physical coordination has also been strengthened by the Senrong Ax, and his combat power has reached the level of a real martial artist. If he punches with all his strength, his explosive power is close to [-] kilograms.

And the strength of the legs, even if the strength is limited, is at least three times that of the arms!
In other words, Zhou Xianbai's ordinary kick can explode with a force of [-] tons. It can kill a tiger and kick a car away with one kick!
"Boom!"

After a heavy bang, the place where the anti-theft door touched this foot immediately began to crack and deform, exposing the thin steel plate inside.

"Crack!"

The door lock was directly broken by the violent explosive force, and the anti-theft door was smashed open with a kick, hitting the wall with a loud bang.

"what?"

In the living room, the two people who were still arguing were shocked immediately, with a look of horror on their faces.

Zhou Xianbai retracted his legs and walked in slowly from the door.

"It's you!"

The middle-aged man's expression changed, and the middle-aged woman next to him screamed:
"What do you want to do? Jiansheng, call the police, call the police!"

"You little bastard! I warn you not to mess around, our family is..."

The middle-aged man's face twitched. Seeing Zhou Xianbai approaching, he suddenly turned around and slapped the woman on the face.

"Shut up, you bitch!"

With this slap, he burst into anger, the middle-aged woman's cheeks swelled immediately, she was slapped around a few times, and rolled to the ground, her head was dizzy, and she didn't recover for a long time.

The middle-aged man turned around quickly, looked at Zhou Xianbai, forced a smile on his face, bent over, and apologized in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, little brother, I was the one who was blind, and I apologize to you!"

"I will pay for the medical expenses, I will pay for it! Tell me how much..."

At the same time, the middle-aged man roared in his heart:

"Wu Sheng, this kid must be Wu Sheng, a member of the genius class!"

How much explosive power is needed to deform and crack the anti-theft door with one kick, and break the steel door lock as thick as a thumb?
He knew very well that anyone who could become a martial arts student at this age must be a member of the gifted class of a nearby high school, a reserve of martial arts masters!

This kind of person is either powerful in the family, rich in resources, or a genius among the common people, he is not offended by him!
"Oh?"

Zhou Xianbai raised his eyebrows and sneered.

Bullying the weak and fearing the hard is a common problem of human beings. If he hadn't shown his strength, would the other party still be able to speak in such a low voice?

"Sure enough, strength is the most important thing! When I became a martial arts student, my status instantly rose several levels!"

He felt a little emotional in his heart, then thought for a while, and said:

"I don't want more, 3000 yuan!"

After going to the hospital for a check-up, plus the cost of bandaging, treatment, and nutrition, he estimated that 3000 yuan was more reasonable.

He is indeed short of money, but it is not his style to obtain property by blackmailing others.

"Three... 3000 yuan?"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

He had already done everything, but the other party asked for one hundred and eighty thousand yuan at once, so he could only swallow his anger and think of a way afterwards.

As a result, the other party only wanted 3000 yuan...

"Huh? Why, do you think it's too much?"

The middle-aged man was trembling all over, he reacted and said continuously:

"No more, no more! I'll get it for you right now, just wait a moment, wait a moment!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran into the bedroom in a hurry, half a minute later, he ran out with a stack of red banknotes.

"This is 5000 yuan, and there is an extra [-] yuan, which is my compensation for your mental damage..."

"Is it?"

Zhou Xianbai glanced at him, did not refuse, and reached out to take the wad of money.

Except for a certain father surnamed Ma 30 years ago, there must be no one who doesn't care about money. Of course he doesn't think he has too much money, anyway, the other party gave more on his own initiative.

He put the money in his pocket, then turned around and left.

"I would like to advise you, please stop throwing things down."

"If someone is really smashed to death, it won't be solved by a few thousand yuan!"

(End of this chapter)