Updated: 2011-06-22

Chapter 313

Chen Ping is a bastard, a scum, a hooligan. People who know her, even his women, Tang Aozhi, Nalan Qingcheng, and Wang Xianyi, never thought that this guy was a gentleman, the noble sentiment of the five good young people in society who would help the old lady cross the road without any trouble. He didn't have that, killing people, setting fire, stabbing in the back, but doing it more neatly than anyone else. In his worldview, he should put things on the ground, and then kicking them into the sewer after a few steps. It's worthless.

So when he suddenly took action and stood up and planned to stand up, everyone at the table was surprised and shocked. Nalan Qingcheng and Chen An were confused, and Bu Yixuan was puzzled. The girl named Xiao Ruolan was stunned because she couldn't stand this bloody scene.

Chen Ping's face was calm and cold, and his steps were constantly on the verge of taking this matter on his head. He walked to the man whose face was twitching with a painful expression, sneered and took action directly.

Explosion attack.

Exert all your strength.

Mr. Chen swept the man hard on the face, and his power was heavy. The man, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, flew out without even screaming. His figure turned around in the air, 360 degrees, and then fell to the ground and fell into a coma on the spot.

A group of little brothers finally reacted, overturned the table and rushed forward. Chen Ping's kick was indeed sharp and domineering, but it was not enough to calm them down. More than a dozen people were cleaned up by a child who looked younger, and it would be embarrassing to tell them out. They lived at the bottom of society who ate a tyrant meal and received protection fees and had no chance to contact the ruthless people like Grandma Wa's old monster. In their opinion, there were many people and people who could steadily kill the other party. From a certain perspective, this was also the first group of people who believed in martial arts and were afraid of kitchen knives, and they had always believed it.

Chen Ping's expression was cold and unafraid. He protected Aunt Yao behind him. He looked a bit arrogant and arrogant. More than ten people rushed over and punched him. He waved the steel pipe switchblade, dazzled. Bu Yixuan rushed over to help the first time. The old monster also stood up lightly, but after pulling Aunt Yao over, he did not take any action. He stood quietly, squinted his eyes, and was turbid and spiritless.

However, the scene was beyond everyone's expectations. Before Chen Ping and Bu Yixuan showed their might, the rear of a group of gangsters suddenly became in chaos, and the sound of ping-pong was endless. More than ten people quickly decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, but their strange faces did not scream.

Chen Pingbu Yixuan looked at each other and was surprised.

Behind the more than ten gangsters, a middle-aged woman fought with her expressionless face, and she was fierce and showed no mercy at all. She was all cruel. With one move, it would be a complete coma. Some unlucky people were even twisted off their arms. The space of Lingxi Restaurant was not big, and after such a struggle, it was even more messy. Most of the tables had been overturned long ago. The woman who was playing the sudden attack behind was indifferent to the things in the store and was only concerned about taking ruthless actions. Her eyes were filled with a cruel murderous aura that was not difficult for ordinary people to see, and a hint of regret.

A woman is not pretty and has a figure that is not desirable, but suddenly appearing in this kind of scene gives people an unparalleled shock. The authentic Wing Chun fist and slashing are as sharp as a knife, and they take action quickly. They don’t care about the consequences at all. They hit them directly when they come up.

Aunt Yao stood beside the old monster, her face was gloomy but not panic. Obviously, she had experienced this scene more than once.

Nalan Qingcheng and Chen An opened their mouths slightly, looking at the strong strong woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, thinking about it, Xiao Ruolan's face was shocked, her eyes were staring at the battlefield for a moment, feeling a little dreamy and exciting.

Chen Ping and Bu Yixuan have already withdrawn from the battle circle, but are always ready to provide support.

Three minutes.

Nearly half of the men of the tenth fell down in a blink of an eye. The result was horrifying. Chen Ping's face was calm and hesitantly glanced at Aunt Yao.

The woman's combat power is indeed amazing, with a sense of evil and unrestrainedness. The more than ten men on the opposite side, holding weapons, could not do anything to her at all. She was knocked down to the ground with a simple punch and kick, completely losing her combat ability.

"Bang!"

The woman turned sideways slightly, dodged a piece of steel pipe that was smashed over, and then came to the opposite person in an instant, bent her knees and hit him hard on the belly. The man with a ferocious face was actually knocked off the ground, then fell to the ground, rolling all over the ground, but couldn't even scream.

The woman kept rushing towards the next target, shook her hand hard, and hit the other person's shoulder. The sound of the broken bones was clearly heard, and she did not give the other person a chance to scream. She took another step forward and punched the other person hard in the heart. She knocked him unconscious with one move and continued to look for the next unlucky guy.

Fast speed, strong strength, and steady action.

Bu Yixuan stood behind Chen Ping, swallowed his saliva, and was secretly shocked. He was indeed a frog in the well. There were no masters and immortals in modern society at all. At least the woman who suddenly rushed in to help Lingxi Restaurant rescue the siege was not ordinary.

Ten minutes.

More than ten people fell to the ground, and all were unconscious without exception. Steel pipes, daggers, and a table of messy food that was overturned by people occupied most of the restaurant floor. Aunt Yao's face was calm. After the dust fell to the ground, she walked to the messy place, squatted down and began to clean up the broken plates. Chen Ping hesitated and walked over to help.

Aunt Yao said thank you softly, Chen Ping paused, shook his head slightly, and said Aunt Yao, no need.

On the other hand, the woman with a rigid and expressionless face passed through the gangsters lying all over the floor and came to their heads. She looked at the silver-stained flying knife on the ground, raised her eyebrows gently, then stepped over and stepped hard on the arm of the man who was kicked out by Chen Ping with one move.

"Click."

The dull sound suddenly sounded, making people feel creepy. The middle-aged woman remained silent and continued to perform violent aesthetics. She walked to the side, stretched out her feet, and without hesitation, she stepped on the other hand of the gangster leader. The whole process was calm, as if she was doing a small thing that had nothing to do with her.

With this method, Chen Ping and Bu Yixuan, who have experienced a lot of bloodshed, were a little numb and killed people. This guy was too cruel and was completely cutting off the back.

After the middle-aged woman solved the storm and confirmed that no one would come to challenge the incident again, she glanced at Chen Ping and Aunt Yao, turned around without any nostalgia, walked out of the restaurant, and still had a cold face that seemed to be born.

Chen An suddenly exclaimed, stood up, ran to Chen Ping, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "I saw the ring on her hand, the sign on the seventh floor."

Chen Ping squatted on the ground, packed up the fragments of the plates on the ground, and squinted his eyes gently.

Queens Club.

Seventh floor.

Any organization that the characters inside are qualified to be guests of honor.
Chapter completed!