C9

This time, Yuan Qiong was truly infuriated. His face darkened. Although he couldn't wait for the two of them to lose both their lives and suffer heavy injuries, it was obvious that if something like this really happened, he wouldn't be able to escape his responsibility, "Mr. Yuan Mingyuan, please calm your anger. How about letting me handle this matter?"

Yuan Qiong glanced at the fatty beside him, whose face was covered in wrinkles. With a grin, he nodded his head.

Chi Tian gave a deep bow to Yuan Qiong, then ran over to the golden-haired man and said in his fluent and fluent American English, "Sir, did you forget that Sir Yuan Mingyuan's movements are completely free? We are not allowed to interfere."

The golden-haired man's gaze suddenly froze. He frowned slightly, but his strong pride and noble bloodline forced him to raise his head once again without saying a word.

Chi Tian sighed in his heart. How could he not understand this subtle change in his opponent's mood? All of a sudden, he was actually envious and jealous of the golden-haired man's performance, "Sir, I think this matter should be handled according to Sir Yuan Mingyuan's wishes. This was originally the intention of the management.

Chi Tian understood that the other party had accepted his suggestion, so he returned to Yuan Qiong's side. "Mr. Yuan Mingyuan, I think there's been a small misunderstanding between us, and it has now been resolved. Please allow me to prepare all the procedures for your excursion. May I know where your destination is?"

Yuan Qiong replied, "There's no need. We'll meet again in the future." As he spoke, he waved his sleeve.

Loke, who was originally standing motionlessly in front of Yuan Qiong, felt as if a typhoon had blown by. He couldn't help but stumble to the side, and by the time Loke stood up and was about to flare up, Yuan Qiong had already left the room.

Chi Tian was overjoyed at the side. This yellow haired kid had never put him in his eyes, it was great to suffer a little. But at the same time, he was also secretly surprised that Yuan Zhou's move was not like magic, but more like Qi Gong. It seemed that this old guy really had some skills, it was no wonder the higher ups didn't care about his actions.

Loke stamped his foot on the ground, turned around, and was about to rush out when the golden-haired man, as if he had expected this, suddenly shouted, "Loke!"

Although it was just two simple words, Loke could already understand the meaning behind his words. He stopped, and at the same time shot a glance at the black-clothed man who was standing by the door. The big man understood and hurriedly left.

As the golden-haired man still hadn't turned around, he didn't see the eye contact. However, Chi Tian saw it clearly. He intentionally looked at the armor as if he didn't see anything.

There was a wide road outside Chinatown. Although it was already bright outside, there weren't many cars on the street. The moment Yuan Qiong walked out of Chinatown, he smelled the heavy, pungent smell of cigarette smoke in the air. Frowning, he walked along an alley on the side of the road. The interior wasn't that much better than the exterior. On both sides were metal buckets filled with garbage, and the floor was covered with sewage. Yuan Qiong didn't care about this, as he leisurely walked deeper into the alley.

Passing through the alley, the road in front of him widened. Although the two sides of the street were still dirty and messy, with no pedestrians on the streets, the air felt slightly better. Walking forward casually, even though he wasn't familiar with this place, Yuan Qiong didn't believe that there was anything that could trouble him.

"I wonder how those two brats are doing. Ai, if I knew earlier, I really should have stayed behind to help them." Yuan Qiong was in a trance as he walked forward. Suddenly, he heard the hoarse scream of a woman. Although it was very soft, martial artists only paid close attention to their surroundings, not to mention an expert like Yuan Qiong. After a brief identification, the voice shouldn't have come from too far away. Yuan Qiong hated it the most when it came to attacking the female, child, and old man the most.

This jump took him dozens of meters away. By the side of the road, Yuan Qiong could already see two shadows of people shaking and tearing within a broken house. There was also a woman screaming in a language he didn't understand.

Yuan Qiong was infuriated, his toes pushed off the ground and his body shot forward like an arrow leaving the bowstring. He shouted, "Stop!" He made a claw with his fingers and swiped at the man's head, which was lying on top of the woman.

Who knew that the person who just shouted had no reaction? Yuan Qiong couldn't help but be astonished in his heart, but this was also something that happened in a flash. Yuan Qiong never held back, it was also Zhao Zhiqiu who gave him an exception. Without further thought, he swiftly waved his five fingers downwards.

A loud sound mixed with a sharp piercing sound entered Yuan Qiong's ears. He was greatly alarmed; the target of this attack was him! Judging by the voice, he could tell that the person's inner force was much stronger than his own. However, he was still in the air and could not evade or borrow any strength from the attack. With a sudden flash of insight, he used the momentum of his downward swipe to forcefully flip his body in the air. He could only feel the force graze past his nose, causing it to be painful. A steel beam hit the side of the wall and produced an extremely loud ding sound.

"Where's the applause? Where was the applause? Are you all idiots? Have you ever seen someone this old who can do gymnastics? Clap, clap, clap! You slow-witted pigs! " Suddenly, someone let out a roar. The silence in the room was particularly jarring.

Yuan Qiong had already landed on the ground, fully on guard as he looked towards the source of the sound. The interior of the warehouse was dimly lit, but with Yuan Qiong's ability, he was able to clearly see that there were several tens of people there. The person who spoke was none other than Loke, who had previously blocked his path.

The man and woman who were still tearing on the ground had already gotten up and ran to Roarke's side.

Locke lowered his head and fiddled with the delicate pistol in his hand. The people around him gawked, then applauded, whistling. Yuan Qiong didn't understand what the other party was talking about, but he continued to observe the shiny silver spear in Loke's hand.

Loke raised his head with a mocking smile on his face, "I've long heard that the people of Z love to fight against injustice, but I didn't expect that you would be tricked so easily. Old man, you're pretty good, but that gun was just a warning. It was Chinese, even more accurate than the blond man's pronunciation just now.

Yuan Qiong was too lazy to waste words with him, so he simply placed his hands behind his back and stared coldly at Loke.

Loke saw that Yuan Qiong didn't reply and thought that he was afraid. Laughing mischievously, he waved the gun in his hand, "Now let me show you what true strength is. Only with weapons and hands can you speak loudly. Do you understand, old man? I just can't figure out the white... Uh, what's on your mind, Sir? How could I let a bad old man like you come here on a mission? " As he was speaking, he patted his head with the gun, "Sorry, I forgot. No matter what you say to a dying person, it would be a waste of time. But you can rest assured that before you go to heaven, you will have the most perfect and unforgettable memory." He stuck the gun into his jacket, waved his hand forward, and leaned against a broken container, as if he were watching a good show.

Yuan Qiong cast a glance at the crowd in front and behind him that was shouting for him to close in. With a cold smile, he realised that the chains and iron rods these people were holding were completely meaningless in his eyes.

To be honest, Loke had brought quite a few people with him this time. Thankfully, the warehouse was big enough for nearly fifty people to come in at once. It was truly impressive.

The more they closed in on him, the closer the crowd got. The leading black man was already slashing his gleaming machete towards Yuan Qiong. Yuan Qiong suddenly felt a brief moment of absent-mindedness, he thought of Han Wenyue and Zhao Zhiqiu.

Yuan Qiong was lost in thought as he casually struck out with his palm, sending the leader of the group flying backwards. The shouts and cries of the crowd drowned out the sound of bones shattering.

As soon as they met, Locke, who was waiting to watch a good show, saw a person fly out from the crowd and heavily hit the concrete ground not far from him. This person's eyes were wide open, blood was oozing out of the corner of his mouth, and his chest was already caved in.

While he was still in a daze, several more people flew out from the crowd and landed heavily on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. However, no one let out a scream.

Everyone in the audience was stunned. It was unknown who shouted 'devil', but the group of people all scattered in a frenzy. They rolled and crawled, and all kinds of knives, chains, and metal rods fell onto the ground. It had to be known that even the ferocious gangsters of the M nation had never heard of killing nearly 10 people in such a short period of time. Furthermore, the enemies did not have any weapons.

For a moment, Yuan Qiong felt a sense of amusement. The reactions of these useless people who relied on their power to bully others were truly fast. He also did not give chase, and started to walk again with his hands behind his back, "That kid called Zhao Zhiqiu is really not bad, every blade will save him, but unfortunately, his moves are not that light, and his inner force is too weak. If these two were able to hone their skills in the future, then they would be the geniuses of the time. To be able to meet two young Heroes on this trip, it would not be a waste for me to sit here idly for all these years. " As he thought of this, a slight smile actually appeared on his face. He then thought, "I wonder how the two of them are doing now." He frowned again.

Locke glanced at Yuan Qiong, saw the uncertainty on the latter's face, and thought to himself, "This crazy old man!" And then, he paid attention to the people running towards the door.

In just a few seconds, the few people who were running quite fast were already close to the entrance of the warehouse. With their current speed, it wouldn't be difficult for them to win a prize at the Olympics.

At that moment, Loke's hand gently waved down!

The ones who ran the fastest bounced back as if they had hit a transparent wall, and rolled on the ground while holding their heads.

On the other hand, Yuan Qiong felt a wave of true energy that was similar to a spell spreading outwards, covering the entire room. He couldn't help but be amazed.

"It's not even 7 yet, are you guys in a hurry to go train?!" Loke's gloomy voice echoed in the warehouse.

A group of people squeezed by the door, all of them looking terrified. Fortunately, Yuan Qiong didn't move, and Loke was only maintaining his original position and leaning against him.

After a long while, a sturdy man, wearing a nose ring and a suit that he did not know when the season would start, said while trembling, "Sir Loke, we …" I just wanted to go out and get a gun. I believe you saw it too. This person... No, devil! We are invincible with these things alone. "

"Oh!" "But I'd like to know where you keep your guns."

Beads of sweat covered the man's head. The reason he said that was just to make up a reason for everyone's escape. How many guns could a little hoodlum like them get? The only ones that were not brought because today was a day of bullying: "The car out there... "Oh no, it's in the trash can across the street."

"Oh!" It's like this! " Loke was all smiles as he left his original spot, slowly walking towards everyone.

The remaining thirty or so people began to crowd back, and it seemed that Locke held no less place in their minds than the Devil.

Loke only advanced a few steps before stopping. "You." He pointed at the brawny man with a nose ring and said, "I want you and those idiots under you to finish what I want you to do."

The sturdy man trembled as he looked at Yuan Qiong with lingering fear in his heart, "Sir, we don't have enough..." Weapons... "I think we …"

With a gunshot, the brawny man fell to the ground. At some point, smoke was slowly drifting out from the muzzle of the exquisite pistol that Loke had pulled out.

The people who were originally crowded together all retreated without a care. Some of them even started to cry. Even Yuan Qiong was stunned. Even though he had killed without blinking an eye, he had never seen someone kill someone from his side for no reason at all.

Locke looked like a child who had just woken up, his eyes slightly narrowed, his right hand still holding the gun. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and instantly opened his eyes wide, slapping his head hard with his hands. "Damn it! Impulse was the devil! I forgot! "

While muttering to himself, he walked forward and used his feet to trample on the robust man's corpse. "You pile of sh * t! Do you know the value of this bullet of mine! Idiot! "Idiot!"

The cursing and trampling continued for several minutes before Loke finally stood up, panting slightly. "Now, which one of you still has any doubts about my orders?"

No one dared to say a word.

Loke was very satisfied with the current situation and said to another young man who was clearly bolder than the rest, "You …" You're Swenson, right? "

"Sir …" I... My name is Scott. " The young man tremblingly replied.

"Oh." Locke nodded. "I think the name Swenson suits you better. How about it?" Is that all right with Swensen? "

As the young man was about to answer, Locke waved his hand to stop him. "All right, Swensen, I'll appoint you as the temporary commander for this bunch of scum. Of course, if your mission is done well, I can eliminate the word 'temporary'. Now, I don't think I need to say anything more? " Locke tapped Yuan Qiong on the other side.

The young man swallowed his saliva. Naturally, he would not be so stupid as to follow in the footsteps of his companion. However, this was the most important moment in his life.

Locke raised his gun slightly, and the crowd immediately began to cry out in alarm. Almost everyone agreed at the same time. After all, Locke had a long history in their minds. Of course, a commander was needed at such a time. Although it was only a symbolic gesture, it was enough to make everyone act in unison. It was not that scary.

Loke happily kept the gun in his pocket and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He suddenly started to look forward to Yuan Qiong's performance. This mysterious citizen of Z had actually killed nine people in an instant.

Yuan Qiong coldly snorted as he stared at the approaching crowd. "How reckless." His body flashed. In the distance, Loke could only see a flash of green. As for the others, they only saw a blur before their eyes, and a head flew out from within the crowd.

The spectators were all stunned at the same time. Only now did they realize that one of them had already lost his head, and his headless body was slowly collapsing. At this moment, blood started to gush out from his severed neck, while Yuan Qiong stood right in the middle of the crowd.

Almost at the same time, three of the four women in the crowd fainted, while the other one let out a high-decibel shriek. This sound woke up all the men. For a moment, the warehouse was filled with the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves, as well as the scattered people running in every direction with Yuan Qiong as the center.

He could even feel his heart beating rapidly, and his pupils contracting. Heavens! What kind of killing technique was this? It was too shocking, unbelievably gorgeous. Loke subconsciously rubbed his hands together as he stared unblinkingly at Yuan Qiong. He was even urging him in his heart to kill everyone present.

Yuan Qiong glanced at Loke as if he was curious about the latter's reaction. Frowning slightly, he leaped up and flew over the head of one of the men who were running away. With a sudden swing of his right arm, another head flew out. Following that, he floated forward and slammed down with his palm. The top of the young man's head, which had just been renamed Svenson, had caved in, becoming as fragile as a piece of broken wood.

The next scene was a one-sided massacre. Yuan Qiong's ghost-like silhouette appeared beside that person, and that person died the very next instant. These hooligans had already been scared out of their wits, how could anyone dare to resist? Until the only person left standing was the woman who could make a high decibel noise.

Yuan Qiong frowned as he endured her hoarse shout. In the end, it turned into a low murmur. Although he didn't want to kill her at all, he just stood in front of her.

As the woman sat on the ground, Yuan Qiong fixed his gaze on Loke's face. Although there were only a handful of Caucasians he had seen before, he could still distinguish the excitement on Loke's face.

Loke seemed to have just regained his senses, clapping his hands loudly and slowly stood up. "I have to admit, this is the most exciting and exciting killing technique that I've ever seen. If it wasn't for you, I'd be dying to be your friend."

Seeing that Yuan Qiong did not react, Loke chuckled and used his toes to flip over a corpse beside him. "Z Country's martial arts is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. With modern science, there's no way to explain how a normal person could use his body's mechanical strength, tsk tsk!"

"However." Locke reached out and brushed a speck of dust from his collar. "The unknown is always stronger than the known. Like this!" As he spoke, his right hand clenched into a fist.

Initially, Yuan Qiong didn't think much of him. Unexpectedly, he felt his body tighten, as though he was tightly bound by a rope. He wasn't even able to move his fingers. While he was still puzzled, Loke had already walked over with an evil smile.

"My ability is restraint. This ability might be similar to your martial arts, but the difference is that it's more difficult to explain. In science, it's called the supernatural ability." Loke stood in front of Yuan Qiong and said complacently.

The golden-haired man suddenly felt a wave of frustration surge through his heart for no reason. To him, who was calm, almost cruel, this was extremely rare. He frowned slightly and finished the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Although his movements were subtle, they were still caught by Chi Tian. Chi Tian snickered in his heart, but pretended to wake up from his daze. "Ah! It can't be that Mr. Loke went to look for trouble with Mr. Yuan Mingyuan, right?! "

The blond man jerked his head back, his eyes fixed on Chi Tian, but he didn't say anything.

"I seem to have seen Sir Loke give him a look after Sir Yuan Mingyuan went out, and then hurriedly went out as well." Chi Tian didn't even look at the golden-haired man as he pointed at the man standing by the door.

The golden-haired man stared deeply at Chi Tian. He extended his hand towards the man by the door and asked, "Where are they now?"

The big man's face was filled with fear. He stretched out both his hands as if he was tearing the air around his neck. He answered vaguely, "He's … Not far... Old... "Old warehouse."

"Take me there." The golden-haired man's tone was so cold that it made people shiver. However, Chi Tian was laughing in his heart: "The rest is just about how to grasp the scale. It's best if I can make these two arrogant kids suffer without angering them." With his many years of experience as a spy, that Yuan Qiong definitely wasn't an ordinary person.

Chi Tian lost his consciousness for a moment. By the time he realized what had happened, the golden-haired man and the big man had already disappeared. There was no one in the huge room. The corner of Chi Tian's mouth twitched. He slowly walked out of the door. Now it was all up to him to perform.