Updated: 2011-06-16

Chapter 294

The old monster Wang Jianjun told Chen Ping that someone was following him and then restored the look of an old man who seemed to be lying in the coffin at any time. He followed Chen Ping, silent as if he was golden. Chen Ping ignored the people behind him and once again forced Qin Yanran to hold him in his arms and walked forward. In addition to the crowds, the biggest feature of the Confucius Temple is that the streets are complicated. It was good that they just entered. When they went deeper, the first time people had to be confused. Chen Ping and the other three were wandering around. The people behind him were also patient, hanging behind him slowly. In less than an hour, it was already

After changing to three waves of people, the techniques were very professional. With Chen Ping's methods, it was indeed difficult to find abnormalities, but the old monster followed behind was obviously different. Wang Jianjun narrowed his old eyes slightly, drowsy, and followed Chen Ping with listlessness. Just looking at his appearance, it was indeed difficult to associate the words "Master" with him. But in a short time, he did not look back. He determined the approximate number of people following behind. This was not a skill that ordinary people could possess casually. Chen Ping remained silent and approached the old monster while Qin Yanran was not paying attention and asked softly if it could be done.

He is not an unscrupulous playboy who only pretends to behave and is particularly important to his own life. The old monster has already said that the people behind him are good at being good. If he can't handle it, it's better to flash it first. The future is long. There are never any words like heroes in Mr. Chen's dictionary. It can save his life and finally suppress his opponent. This is enough.

The old monster still looked unscrupulous, his old eyes were still muddy, but his words were extremely strong. He followed Chen Ping, his lips moved slightly, and said lightly, just letting play.

A strange color flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, he nodded, and felt a little relieved in his heart, pulling Qin Yanran to continue wandering.

Confucius Temple is not small, and it is even more lively at night. The surrounding streets are complicated and some places are very narrow. The facades on both sides are only a few meters apart. They are crowded and noisy. Chen Ping pulled Qin Yanran to walk in front, and Wang Jianjun followed behind. He was hit by people from time to time. His slightly thin body would tilt slightly, without any eye-catching points.

The crowd followed behind changed two more groups of people. In addition, this time, nearly 30 people appeared on the other side to follow. The old monster told Chen Ping about the number of people from time to time, but still did not express his opinion. Chen Ping didn't dare to joke casually, so he circled a very narrow street and walked straight into a dark alley.

Qin Yanran's expression tightened. Before she could speak, Chen Ping had already pulled him in. The old monster followed lightly, and the three of them sank into the darkness together.

The people who were following behind were immediately anxious, made a few gestures to the crowd, gathered quickly, and then all the people from No. 30 rushed into the alley, waiting for the battle.

"Everyone is so interested. I've been following us for so long in the evening. Can you have any advice?" A voice suddenly came from the dim alley, with a little joke, and the most part was the cold murderous intent that could not be concealed.

The followers who squeezed into the alley were obviously stunned, and then quickly gathered together. A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader walked to the front of a group of people, with sharp eyes and a scar on his face, which seemed even more ferocious. He looked around, but after noticing anything, he shouted in a deep voice: "Get out."

"If you ask me to get out, I'll get out. Wouldn't I be embarrassed?" Mr. Chen's tone was still lazy and not nervous at all. The terrain here was complicated, and the alleys were interspersed back and forth, and there was no light. It was very safe. There was also a person around him who had never taken action but was described as a despicable person by his side. He was particularly confident and took a step back and forth, and even if the old monster really couldn't stand it, he had enough chance to retreat. Now that he appeared here, his side could almost be considered invincible.

"Pretending to be a ghost, it turns out that Mr. Chen, who was deeply afraid of many underground bosses in Nanjing, was just like this. He hid his head and exposed his tail and did not dare to come forward." The middle-aged man sneered and used the method of aggressive generals. The above had already passed the order back. If he had the chance, he would deal with Chen Ping at all costs and bring Qin Yanran back to Beijing. He had a heavy reward afterwards. Of course, the middle-aged man who finally received a fat job could not wait. He had been looking for Chen Ping crazily recently. When he met today, he immediately brought all his good men out to surround him.

Their group is one of the most powerful secret cards of the Helian family in Nanjing. When Yue Chenyu came to Nanjing last time, he did not dare to move around and kept a stranger with them. If it weren't for the recent ruthless suppression of the Helian family's industry, they would not have used this trick. As long as the gangster political and business circles are involved in fighting, they will inevitably involve many violent incidents in the end. It is normal.

The middle-aged scarred general technique did not work for Chen Ping, but instead led to a little old man, hunched over and his eyes were muddy. He slowly came to the middle-aged man and said calmly that he would take your people away. Let's just let it go this time.

Although Scarface felt that the old man in front of him had some origin, he didn't think that this guy planned to fight them one by one. He was stunned for a moment and smiled sarcastically and said, "The old guy is tired of living?" Get out of the way and ask Chen Ping to come over. Don't worry, I won't kill you today. I'll just teach you some lessons."

The old monster walked in front, his pace was constantly shaking, but it made the middle-aged man subconsciously take a step back, shocked and suspicious.

Chen Ping pulled Qin Yanran and also showed up, staring at the thin old man standing in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, full of conspiracy.

As soon as the main master appeared, a group of people on the opposite side were obviously uneasy. They were about to rush over, but were stopped by Scarface. He took a deep breath, looked at the indifferent old man in front of him, hesitated, and sent half of his men to stay and entangle with Wang Jianjun, and the rest rushed towards Chen Ping. This approach is not unreasonable. They are all cruel people who have been licking blood on the edge of the knife all year round, and their skills are definitely comparable to ordinary hooligans. In Scarface's opinion, half of the people should be sure to win whether they are dealing with the immortal in front of him or Chen Ping.

But the next scene made everyone petrified.

The old monster who had always looked listless suddenly exploded with an astonishing speed. He took a slight step to the side and immediately blocked the rest of the people from rushing towards Chen Ping. He had no expression on his face and stretched out his hand. His movements were not fast and he could not see any fierce and domineering behavior. However, a punch hit the person in front, which was a horrifying effect that suddenly exploded.

A man with a burly figure and even fat man walking in the front was suddenly blown away by the old monster. He really flew up and hit the person behind him, and suddenly he was overturned.

Silence. Shock.

The middle-aged man with scar looked in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. Chen Ping was secretly shocked. He looked at Qin Yanran, who was also surprised and said, "Is this wonderful show?"

Five or six men were overturned by the old monster and stood up immediately. They were fine. They seemed to feel embarrassed and were aroused by a lot of blood. They shouted and grabbed the guy in their hands and smashed the old monster at the old monster. More than ten people, steel pipe machetes and daggers, and eighteen weapons were emerging one after another. The old monster who was pampered on the eighth floor of the Queen's Club for many years was unmoved. His expression was calm and his footsteps were still floating. It was very different from the style of other masters stomping the ground without moving. The speed was extremely fast. He instantly walked around a person's back and took action like lightning. He pulled the man away again, hitting the wall hard, shattering the cervical spine and unconscious on the spot.

Then the second one.

The third one.

....

The old monster was ruthless and unambiguous. He was fast and strong. His hands fell on people, which was definitely "enchanting". In less than five minutes, he was all knocked to the wall by him. His cervical spine was frustrated and he completely lost his combat ability.

"you."

Scar face was pale and forced to grit his teeth and refuse to withdraw. He didn't expect that the other party would be so cruel and would not kill people, but he would directly traumatize them. This was definitely not the news that the Helian family would like to hear. If a person dies, it would be fine if he gives some family expenses, but like now, he would have to take care of the Helian family for the rest of his life, which is a big trouble.

The old monster was silent. Once he took action, he would never show any mercy. More than thirty people had fallen down half of them, and the remaining numbers were not scared at all. The old monster started sharply, and everyone was thrown away directly and fell to the wall. His spine was broken. Chen Ping was behind and was frightened.

The old monster is indeed perverted.

Ten minutes.

All thirty men with good skills fell to the ground, no one screamed, and they all fell into a coma without exception. Scarface swallowed hard, his face staggered backwards as if he had seen a ghost.

The thin old man was not blushing or breathing, and took a step forward, grabbed the pale and desperate scar face, and looked at him.

"Don't kill me."

Scar's face's voice trembled, and the man of 1.9 meters was filled with a hint of crying in his voice, which was a little desolate.

The old monster looked calm, but the hand that grabbed his collar was as stable as a rock. He narrowed his turbid old eyes and said lightly: "I believe in Buddhism and will not kill people."

Bang!!!

Scar's face was heavily thrown against the wall, and the sound of spine breaking was clearly heard. He leaned against the wall and struggled hard for a few times.

Tears flowed.
Chapter completed!