"Dongdongdongdongdong--" Someone suddenly knocked on the door outside, and the three of them were stunned and instinctively looked at the door.

"who?"

The white man asked vigilantly in unfamiliar Eastern Chinese.

"landlord!"

A voice sounded roughly, very polite.

All three people in the house were surprised. What was the landlord doing at this time?

Isn't it just paid the rent?

And double.

The door opened and saw a man of eighteen or nineteen years standing there.

“Fuck!”

The white man who opened the door was shocked and cursed and retreated instinctively. The two people behind him also stood up and pulled out their posture.

The South Vietnamese sneered, "You are so brave, you dare to find this place."

He Pingfan glanced at him, "So ugly!"

The people of Nanyue are indeed ugly, black and short, and have less likable facial features.

He Pingfan commented mercilessly, and the other party roared like thunder.

He also knows that he is a little ugly, but don't tell him in person.

The Nanyue people stared at their eyes and showed their fierceness, "I heard that you are not weak, so let me come and try it."

He Pingfan shook his head, "You are not worthy!"

"Lying on the grass!"

If you are repeatedly contemptuous and ignored, how can the other party bear it?

I saw him clenching his fists tightly, his face looked extremely ugly, "Boy, please respect my profession."

Someone actually joked about the killer, is it still natural?

The white and black men behind the scenes have been observing secretly, perhaps because they cannot figure out any ordinary routines, and the two decided to hold on for the time being.

The Nanyue people roared angrily, swallowing their aura like a tiger, turning their palms into swords, and directly catching He Pingfan's chest.

The other party has a strong and domineering approach and is coming very quickly.

It looks pretty good.

He Pingfan flashed and cracked—the other party slashed the door panel with a palm, and the door panel was shattered and wood chips splashed all over the floor.

Seeing that the opponent missed the attack, he hooked his hand and clicked it. The entire door panel was hollowed out. This wooden structure material in his hand was like tofu.

This kind of power seems powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is not enough in He Pingfan's eyes.

After all, I have practiced the mysterious body and possessed a thousand pounds of power.

The other party screamed strangely and rushed towards He Pingfan.

Peng - This blow hit the wall, the white wall trembled a few times, a burst of dust fell, leaving a pit of more than one centimeters on the wall.

"well!"

He Pingfan shook his head, "You are just that level?"

The South Vietnamese stared, "What do you mean?"

"Who is your master?

Call him over."

"I really don't understand. Which idiot actually sent you waste to send someone to the head."

“What?”

The three of them didn't understand.

He Pingfan slowly raised his hand, "I'll give you a few tricks."

Peng - A palm that seemed to be lightly slapped over, and a trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the South Vietnamese.

He is also a master, so what can he do as a teenager?

Even if he was allowed to do his best, it would be just a tickling.

Tong--The palm slapped his chest, and only a crisp sound was heard, and the other party could see his chest sinking.

Then there was a sound of something blowing open.

The Nanyue people were stunned, and a stream of blood spurted out of their mouths. His body twitched sharply a few times and fell down the wall.

At this point, he stared at his eyes, looking completely incredible.

He said he liked to see people kneeling down when they were beaten to death.

The remaining two men were completely stunned. How could they figure it out?

A young man in his teenager actually has such profound strength.

Although some people in the West practice martial arts, many people stay in the appearance of martial arts.

It's nothing more than a breakthrough in strength and speed.

Many sects also use this method to infinitely stimulate a person's potential.

But such training is limited after all, no matter how powerful it is, it only stays in the realm of external kung fu.

These two Western men obviously have carefully practiced Eastern martial arts, but they can't understand why He Pingfan's light palm can knock the hearts of the South Vietnamese?

The two trembled for a while, and the white man suddenly looked terrified and he drew out a pistol.

Compared with his domineering martial arts, he is more proficient in hot weapons.

He pointed at He Pingfan at the gun, and he seemed to have regained his confidence in an instant.

A pair of cold eyes stared at He Pingfan and said, "I don't believe you can get over the bullets faster?"

"Didn't you Donghua often say that no matter how good your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives. Do you have any skills now?"

The black man was proud when he saw that he had the advantage.

Drawing out a sharp dagger and showing off his strong muscles.

"Hey, boy, you're dead!"

He Pingfan looked at the two and sneered. If he had not cultivated the Eight-Step Immortal Trail, he would not dare to take risks easily.

But now, haha——White man was upset when he saw the smile on He Pingfan’s face, and wanted to shoot him, break his legs, and ask him to kneel down and beg for mercy, and then he would slowly toss.

He was about to start a fight as soon as his eyebrows sank, but He Pingfan suddenly moved.

His hand was passively shaken, and bang—"Ah—"The black man covered his thighs in pain and became tired, with blood flowing from his thighs.

He Pingfan stood by the side as if nothing had happened, looking at the two of them playfully.

The white man was shocked, "fuck!"

Just as he was about to fire the second shot, He Pingfan moved and grabbed the white man's wrist and turned.

Bang! The white man trembled all over.

A huge pain came from my thigh.

The shot hit his own thigh, blood came out, and his trousers were soon dyed red.

Blood flowed down his thighs, and the white man covered his wound and shouted hysterically, "Fuck! Who are you?"

He Pingfan had already taken off his gun and held it in his hand to play with it.

He dragged a stool and sat down, raised his legs and crossed his legs, "Tell me, who asked you to come?"

The two of them covered their thighs and felt in pain.

"As long as you are doing, you also want to make trouble in Donghua?"

He Pingfan pointed the gun at the white man, "You have three seconds to think about it."

The white man shivered and said, "I said, I said."

"It is because the Gu family is too high-profile in the overseas market, which has caused dissatisfaction among many international consortiums, and they want to deliberately mess with them."

"Although Gu Yufei is not a direct manager, she is the most beloved granddaughter of the old man of the Gu family, so someone asked us to take her away.

Lend her to control the Gu family.”

"who are they?"

He Pingfan thought it was an internal matter of the Gu family, but he didn't expect that he would actually involve overseas forces.

The white man shook his head repeatedly, "We really don't know. I guess you know the rules of doing our business. You never meet your employer in person. Everything is arranged by the organization."

The black man also said, "We know so much, just let us go, we will never come to Donghua again."

Let you go?

Speak lightly.

He Pingfan thought about it and let it leave it to the police for treatment.

It is more convenient for them to connect with China Overseas, and they save these troubles themselves.

After calling and handing over the two killers to the police, He Pingfan also withdrew.
Chapter completed!