Urban Game System

Episode 347 #0347

The sudden change startled the fat man with the birthmark face, slipped his foot and fell off the conference table, and fell like a hungry dog!

Hahaha……

There was another roar of laughter, this group of people looked like a group of rascals, and they even found it funny that their own people made a fool of themselves.

"Made, what a terrible pen!"

The short fat man with the birthmark face immediately got up from the ground, saw that it was Zhou Binglei who was speaking, and immediately slapped him regardless of 21.

This short, fat man with a birthmark face was usually vicious in the hotel, but when Zhou Binglei saw him slapping him, he immediately closed his eyes, shrank his head, and turned pale with fright.

Snapped!

A solid slap made a crisp buzzing sound, but Zhou Binglei didn't feel any pain on his face. He opened his eyes in shock, only to see that the short, fat man with a birthmark face flew directly to the opposite side of the conference table and hit the wall directly. !

rub rub!

The people around the conference table all stood up suddenly, looking at Chen Hui fiercely.

There were only two people who did not stand, one was the square-faced man in the first seat, and the other was Uncle Li.

Uncle Li got up slowly at this moment, turned around excitedly, and the moment he saw Chen Hui, his old face was full of surprises.

"Mr. Chen...you're back!" Uncle Li said in a trembling voice.

"Uncle Li, you have worked hard!" Chen Hui learned from Zhou Binglei the hard work that Uncle Li had suffered in the past few months, and he was very grateful.

"Made, old man, is this the rescuer you invited?"

The young man in a flowered shirt beside Uncle Li immediately picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it on Uncle Li's head.

"Smash him to death!" The middle-aged man beside the floral shirt also said with a sneer.

Chen Hui glanced at the young man in the flower shirt, suddenly the young man in the flower shirt suddenly turned his arm in the air, and hit the sneering middle-aged man's head with his backhand!

Boom!The ashtray was smashed to pieces, and the middle-aged man who was sneering just now showed shock on his face, and then he said angrily: "How dare you smash me!"

The middle-aged man grabbed the young man in the floral shirt by the hair, slammed it on the table, and swung his fist into it!

"Hey! Zhang San, Liu Peng, you two stop!" Another man immediately came over to persuade the fight.

But at this moment, an interesting scene happened. The young man in the floral shirt and the middle-aged man grabbed the man who was persuading the fight at the same time, and they punched the man on the table.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird. Everyone could see that since Mr. Chen came in, strange things happened one after another. This was definitely not a coincidence.

"Who are you!"

The person sitting in the first seat finally couldn't sit still, and immediately asked loudly.

"I'm looking for Zhao Zhijing!"

Chen Hui said calmly, and at the same time ordered Zhou Binglei to fetch Uncle Li.

"Ma De, who are you! President Zhao is also you looking for?" As soon as Zhao Zhijing was mentioned, a young man opposite Chen Hui immediately became angry, and immediately wanted Zhao Zhijing's flattery.

Chen Hui glanced at him, and the little bastard immediately slapped his left and right cheeks crazily.

The conference hall immediately fell silent. If anyone can't see Chen Hui's fear at this moment, they should really be blind.

"I'm Zhao Zhijing, who are you?" The square-faced middle-aged man in the first seat asked with a slightly serious expression.

"You arrested a cultivator at the ninth level of the body training stage, where is he?" Chen Hui did not answer Zhao Zhijing's words, but continued to ask domineeringly.

"Fuck! Do you think I, Zhao Zhijing, was made of mud?" Seeing that Chen Hui didn't show him any face, Zhao Zhijing suddenly burst into anger, stood up abruptly, slapped the table fiercely and said angrily.

"Get out of here!"

Chen Hui wiped the magic lamp of gravity, and immediately turned Zhao Zhijing's gravity forward, and increased it tenfold, making Zhao Zhijing roll forward along the conference table in an instant.

This blow scared away the souls of those who were still awake in the conference hall~

Is this Mr. Chen still human?With just a word of mouth, Mr. Zhao really rolled over, and with the terrifying look in his eyes just now, he really went crazy looking at everyone!

As soon as Zhao Zhijing rolled in front of Chen Hui, the zhenqi in the first stage of the qi refining period immediately circulated crazily, and a thick zhenqi immediately circulated on his right fist.

"The first punch of the Seven Injuries Fist!"

Raising his hand was a punch, and Zhao Zhijing hooked Chen Hui's jaw with a vicious circle. If this blow succeeded, Zhao Zhijing was confident that he would smash Chen Hui's jaw with one punch!

But as soon as Zhao Zhijing's fist was thrown out, a large black shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The black shadow fell instantly and covered his face in an instant.

Snapped!

Chen Hui swung a big-eared melon seed directly into Zhao Zhijing's face, and slapped him on the floor.

Zhao Zhijing only felt that the world was spinning at this moment, a magnitude [-] earthquake occurred in his head, his eyes became surrounded by stars, and his whole body was not well~

hiss~

The people in the conference hall immediately gasped. They all followed Zhao Zhijing. Although they didn't know Zhao Zhijing's identity as a cultivator, they had seen Zhao Zhijing take the initiative to teach the leader of another gang on the street a lesson. , Zhao Zhijing is simply a god in their eyes!

But right now, Zhao Zhijing couldn't even take a blow from the young man in front of him!And the young man didn't seem to do anything, he just slapped Zhao Zhijing like a dead dog with a casual slap.

Immediately, everyone was sure once again that the young man in front of him...he is not human!

"Damn it, do you know who you've offended!" Zhao Zhijing shook his head and was about to get up immediately.

Snapped!

Chen Hui raised his hand and slapped Zhao Zhijing on the back of the head again with a big-eared melon seed, and slapped him on the floor again, breaking the bridge of his nose.

Chen Hui's strength was well controlled, but he used a slightly higher strength than ordinary people, otherwise, Chen Hui could slap Zhao Zhijing into several pieces.

"I am Zhao Zhijing, the deacon of the outer sect of Kongtong Sect. If you don't want to die, give it to me..."

This time Zhao Zhijing didn't finish his sentence, Chen Hui directly grabbed his ear and lifted him up, then pressed him on the conference table, facing his face with a big ear.

"Kongtong school, right?"

Not to mention being angry, as soon as the Kongtong faction was mentioned, Chen Hui remembered that he and Lin Yaru were killed by the Kongtong faction, and immediately poured his anger on Zhao Zhijing's face.

"The outer door deacon, right?"

Snapped!It was another melon seed with big ears, and the sound was clear and buzzing.

"You know the Seven Injuries Fist, right?"

Snapped!One by one, big-eared melon seeds, Zhao Zhijing fanned all kinds of meat and vegetables.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Chen Hui slapped more than ten times in a row, and the anger in his heart finally poured out a little bit.

"Give you one last chance, where is the person you arrested?"

Chen Hui let out a mouthful of anger in his heart, and asked in a cold voice.

"It's... it's locked in the secret room above! Ah, poof..." Zhao Zhijing spat out blood and broken teeth, and couldn't even speak clearly.

"Take me!" Chen Hui threw Zhao Zhijing out, and then took Li Bo and Zhou Binglei out of the conference hall~