"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Sneaky, get out of here!"

There were two men in black standing in front of the entrance to the private room decorated like the gate of an ancient palace. Judging from their appearance, they definitely did not look like serious people.

They noticed that Chen Jing had been lingering here for some time, so they shouted impatiently.

Chen Jing, who was about to ask, raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He had no intention of leaving. Instead, he strode forward and asked:

"Is Ma Daqiang inside?"

"What kind of idiot is Ma Daqiang? Go away! Look elsewhere." One of the men in black said impatiently.

Snapped!

Another companion slapped him on the forehead and cursed: "Idiot! Is your brain covered in lard? That's the name of our boss."

Then he turned to Chen Jing and said viciously: "You little bastard calls Master Ma by his first name. How brave is that! Are you looking for death?"

Chen Jing barely suppressed the urge to crush the two idiots in front of him to death, and said impatiently: "Go in and tell Ma Daqiang that Chen Jing is here."

No one answered the call.

The entire corridor fell into silence for a few seconds, followed by a series of bursts of laughter.

I saw the two men in black holding their belly bent with laughter while looking at Chen Jingdao with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded.

"How old are you, kid? Have you been weaned yet?"

"Do you really think you are a person? Are you still making announcements? Are you still visiting? Hahaha..."

"Read less of Long Aotian's novels. Your hair hasn't even grown yet, so don't cripple your brain first!"

"Get out of here while the gentlemen are so amused by you."

"I'm trying to save you. If you don't leave, it won't be as simple as beating you up."

"When the time comes, I won't even be able to cry and call my mother, hahaha..."

The two of them were talking to each other, and it was obvious that they took the young man in front of them, who in their eyes had no hair at all, in their eyes.

Chen Jing sighed slightly.

As expected, the King of Hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

In this case, I don't blame him for being rude.

He has put up with these two idiots who look down on others for a long time!

Click~

Chen Jing clenched his fists, and before the two men in black could react at all, he ducked in front of one of them and punched him directly in the face.

I saw the opponent's 100-kilogram fat body flew backwards in an instant, and with a mouth full of yellow teeth scattered, it hit the opposite wall with a "bang" and fainted immediately.

This was the reason why he stopped. Otherwise, the guy's head would have shattered easily like a watermelon.

When another person was laughing wildly, he suddenly saw the scene in front of him and subconsciously cursed: "Little rabbit..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Jing grabbed his hair with his other hand and pulled him hard.

Before the man in black could scream in pain, snap, snap, snap…

A series of loud slaps hit him back and forth across the face.

Soon, the man in black's face was as red and swollen as a pig's head.

Chen Jing stopped slapping his hands, grabbed the other person's hair with one hand and lifted him up to his own level, looked into his eyes and said:

"Laugh, keep laughing."

The man in black knew that he had kicked the iron plate, and he quickly begged for mercy with his leaky mouth: "Brother... no, young master... no, uncle! I am blind and can't see the mountain. You, sir, have a lot of mercy."

My little life. I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and..."

Snapped!

Chen Jing knocked the other party unconscious with a slap, interrupting the other party's speech.

What age is it, and you still use this old-fashioned excuse? No wonder you can only be a gatekeeper.

Chen Jing threw him to the ground, took a few steps to the door of the private room, and pushed him open.

The person who sent the message was knocked unconscious by him, so he should go in by himself.

As soon as the door opened, a song like the howling of ghosts, foxes and wolves came from inside.

The bodyguards closest to the gate looked over in surprise. They were startled when they saw an unknown person. Then they noticed the two brothers lying on the ground outside who were not sure whether they were alive or dead. They reacted instantly and without saying a word, they drew out their swords and sticks.

Cut it at him.

How could Chen Jing take this group of gangsters who were not even warriors in his eyes, and greeted them as easily as if they were outing, just to warm up.

Bang bang bang...

This group of men in black rushed and fell quickly.

In just three or four seconds, people fell to the ground in front of Chen Jing.

One of the gangsters was a little clever. While he was focusing his attention on the front, he suddenly attacked from behind from a blind spot that he couldn't see, and stabbed his chest fiercely with the dagger in his hand.

If this knife hits, he will not die but will be seriously injured.

Soon~ soon~

Just when the gangster's eyes showed a look of surprise, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

He looked up in horror and saw Chen Jing looking at him sarcastically, like an elephant mocking an ant.

Before he could get angry, something even more shocking happened.

The hand that originally blocked the path of his dagger showed no intention of giving in and directly grabbed the sharp blade.

It was like a dull knife cutting into heavy armor, not even a trace was left on it.

If this gangster hadn't used this knife to chop frozen pork yesterday, he would have thought his knife was a fake.

The matter is not over yet.

He just heard a "click", and as he was stunned, the dagger that cost hundreds of dollars and was said to be extremely sharp was pinched casually by the other party, and turned into a pile of iron filings and scattered in the wind.

"Ghost...ghost!"

The smell of urine came from under the gangster's crotch. Before Chen Jing could take any action, he rolled his eyelids and fainted.

"My narrow-mindedness scares me and I give in."

Chen Jing pinched her nose in disgust and moved farther away from the guy on the ground.

At this time, the others also fell to the ground under his restraint, and there was nothing else in the private room except painful moans.

As for the tone-deaf singing before, it had long since stopped.

The lights in the originally dark private room were completely turned off at this moment, plunging into darkness.

Chen Jing didn't care about this. He continued to walk forward. When he came to a corner and was about to turn to shout, a bright silver light suddenly came quickly towards his head in the darkness.

Judging from his speed, he definitely looks like a warrior.

But it was normal. With the ability of the person he was looking for, if there were no warriors to protect him, he would have died countless times.

But it’s still not enough.

Chen Jing still had time to look at the silver light, and with his extraordinary eyesight, he naturally saw clearly that it was a flying knife.

Handleless, ultra-thin, and extremely sharp.

It was rare for a warrior to use such a strange weapon, so he became a little interested.

With his toes just a little under his feet, a dagger that had fallen to the ground flew up and was held casually in Chen Jing's palm.

Clang!

The sparks of gold and iron suddenly bloomed in the dim light.

Chen Jing pushed the flying knife away and continued to move forward.

Brush! Brush! Brush!

Three more flying knives hit his throat, heart, and vagina at the same time.

Chen Jing's expression remained unchanged, his right hand turned into afterimages, and he quickly and accurately stopped the three flying knives one by one.

Just when he was about to take another step, his ears twitched, a soft sound suddenly came out of his mouth, and the dagger in his right hand once again struck towards the left side of his heart.
Chapter completed!