Seeing that this man who claimed to be the "strongest war criminal" turned his head directly towards Zhao Nianxia.

Mao Bin suddenly clenched his fists. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally gave up his plan to attack.

If a master fights, a slight deviation will lead to a disaster. The so-called slight difference will lead to a thousand miles of mistakes.

Not only did the other party not take the initiative to prepare for the war, but he didn't even look at him in a direct manner, which brought him a great sense of oppression and humiliation.

"Fight?"

After taking a breath, Mao Bin suddenly spoke.

The other party's waist was very straight, like a steel gun and a cold cypress. Every move was full of coldness. It was difficult to tell his age from his appearance alone. He said that he looked a little younger like a thirty-year-old man, and said that he was in his fifties and not that old.

"No fight."

The man shook his head indifferently, turned around and waved his hand at Zhao Nianxia: "Let's go."

"Uncle Samba, did my dad ask you to pick me up?"

Zhao Nianxia quickly walked over and held the man's left arm intimately.

"Ah...ah...I happened to pass by, let's go."

The man gently scraped the girl's nose like a kind elder.

As they spoke, the two of them planned to walk out the door.

"Friend, you seem to have disrespectful to me."

Mao Bin's anger suddenly rose. As a master with fair moral character, he could give up sneak attacks and didn't care much about winning or losing. However, being ignored repeatedly is quite unbearable.

“Is there any?”

The man raised his head and his expression was dull.

"If you want to leave, either put me down or...."

Mao Bin growled in a rough voice.

"Swoosh!"

Before the words were finished, the man opposite him shook Zhao Nianxia away, and a straight punch was already coming towards him. He hurriedly retreated and dodged, raising his right arm to block the air.

At the same time, the man grabbed his right wrist as fast as lightning, then tripped sideways, followed by a quick dragon step, pressing his chest with one knee directly on his chest, pressing his left fist against his face, and cutting his neck across the right hand in the shape of a machete. However, the man did not exert force, whether it was a fist or a hand knife, otherwise he might have already traveled to the West at this moment.

The whole process was like flowing water, and it would never take more than ten seconds before Mao Bin fell down, without any resistance at all. He didn't even recall how his large lattice, which was nearly 200 kilograms, fell to the ground.

"Are you here yet?"

The man's eyes were half-closed and his thin lips were squirming.

“Hu...Hu..."

"Thank you for showing mercy."

Mao Bin breathed heavily and gasped for a few times, his cheeks whispered red.

"Soldiers?"

The man stood up directly without any hindrance.

"Born from the Amphibious Investigation Company."

Mao Bin hurriedly stood up and responded in a low voice.

"I'll save you after my experience."

The man glanced at him faintly, and seemed to lose any interest. He turned around and waved to Zhao Nianxia again.

"Uncle Samba practices murder skills. You won't have a second chance with him. If you dare to attack them again, I promise you will never be able to raise your hand in your life."

Zhao Nianxia looked at Mao Bin coldly.

At this moment, she was neither the finance department in Hu Xiao Company's cares about the world, nor the beauties who were dependent on others around Wu Bei, who completely transformed into a domineering female president.

"hehe."

Mao Bin's self-deprecating mind was biting.

He wanted to refute it, but there seemed to be no suitable vocabulary. Since he appeared to this point, the girl in front of him has always been calm and there is no fear of ordinary people when they see him. It seems casual, but in fact it is precisely attacked.

What is the gap? It is clear at a glance!

Without a strong enough growth environment and extraordinary insight, it is impossible for the other party to do this.

"Old Guo, please take care of your two brothers. In addition, I hope you can keep my proposal in mind. The current Tiger Roar Company may be unknown, but please believe me, it will definitely become the most dazzling existence in the entire Jincheng. By then, my men and I will remember your contribution today."

Zhao Nianxia then looked at the owner of the cultural relics store and said gently.

"I...I'll consider it."

The boss smiled and pointed his head.

"Let's go, uncle stutter."

Zhao Nianxia glanced at Wang Shun and Xu Gaopeng who were lying on the ground and fell into a coma, and let out a faint sigh.

The two of them stopped talking and soon disappeared in front of the door.

Until he sat in a white "Bentley" car, Uncle Stuttering, who was just as quiet as iron, instantly let out a few grunting breaths.

"You're okay, Uncle Stuttering."

Zhao Nianxia asked a question in a hurry.

"As you get older, you won't be able to achieve the deterrence of one blow, you will have to face his endless entanglement."

Uncle Sambag waved his hand, and two flushed appeared on his angular cheeks. It was obvious that he had just repelled Mao Bin with a decisive and decisive expression, but he was not as calm as he showed, but was just suppressing his own disordered aura.

"It's causing you trouble."

Zhao Nianxia apologized guiltily.

"There are talented people in the country who have been leading the way for hundreds of years. I also want to see your father, let's go together."

When Uncle Samba said this, it was rare that he did not stutter.

At this moment, Mao Bin, who was still standing in the cultural relics shop, looked silent. He could feel that the other party was definitely not a good person, but he did not expect that he would defeat him with one move, and his self-esteem and arrogance were completely destroyed in an instant. This was based on the man's half-true and half-false gesture. If he did his best...

After calming down for a moment, Mao Bin took out his cell phone. It was not that he didn't feel the phone in his pocket vibrating just now, but his strong competitive spirit forced him to fight first and then look at things. When he saw that it was Qi Jinlong's number, he swallowed and called back: "Don't count on me, there is a great god beside Wu Bei, I... I couldn't resist it for a round..."
Chapter completed!