C48 Zhao Wuliang

"Oh my God..."

Wang Yuxi covered his mouth and looked at Lin Jiaoyang in shock.

Wan Ru's cousin looked like he did not even have the strength to truss a chicken. How could he be so good at fighting?

"This guy."

Xia Luo's expression was solemn, and he was thinking of a certain possibility in his heart.

In just a few seconds, more than twenty Bodyguards in Huang Long Stadium had been beaten down by Lin Jiaoyang. He did not even catch his breath.

This was the difference between Pre-Natal Fighters and an ordinary person. Even if another twenty people came, they would still be beaten up!

"Don't... don't. Spare me. I swear it was really an accident!"

Ma Qian was so scared that he almost fainted. He said with a sobbing tone, "I... I don't know Miss Lin at all!"

"Are you done?"

Lin Jiaoyang's voice was unusually cold. He immediately raised his fist, grabbed Ma Qian's clothes, and threw punches at him.

It had only been two punches, but Ma Qian had already become a pig head. His eye sockets were all cracked, and his face was covered with blood and bruises. He had been beaten until he was dizzy.

The audience was frightened and screamed as they left the venue.

"Enough."

Xia Luo appeared behind Lin Jiaoyang and grabbed his wrist.

"Xia Luo, let me go." Lin Jiaoyang gritted his teeth and said, "This man dared to harm Wan Ru. I will beat him to death today!"

"I... really did not... have..." Ma Qian said vaguely.

"Can you still talk?!"

Lin Jiaoyang had a ferocious look on his face. He swung his fist and wanted to fight again. Xia Luo clenched his fist tightly. No matter how hard he tried, his wrist did not budge.

He twisted his neck. "Let go."

"You will beat him to death." Xia Luo said lightly.

"I told you to let go!"

Lin Jiaoyang roared loudly and threw Ma Qian away. Then he freed his hand and threw a punch at Xia Luo's head.

"Crack!"

Before Lin Jiaoyang could react, Xia Luo locked his arms with a strange cross and broke them with force.

With a scream, Lin Jiaoyang's arms were dislocated and he fell to the ground in pain.

"Hey, you..."

Wang Yuxi was speechless in his heart. Why did these two people start fighting? He really admired them.

"This guy has a manic disorder. He should go and take a look at doctor's psychological state." Xia Luo walked back leisurely, as if he was taking Lin Jiaoyang's arms off. It was as if he was playing with him.

"Xia Luo, just you wait..."

Lin Jiaoyang's handsome face was stuck to the ground. Although his arms were not strong, his eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent.

Police and Qi Zhong quickly arrived and brought Lin Jiaoyang and Ma Qian back to the Police station.

"Cousin." Lin Wanru looked at Lin Jiaoyang guiltily, "I'm sorry."

Lin Jiaoyang was held captive by two Police. He shook his head and sighed. "The one who should be apologizing is me. I'm the older brother. I didn't protect you well."

Lin Wanru's eyes were moist.

Qi Zhong patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, Miss. The chairman will bail Jiao Yang out very soon."

"En!"

Lin Wanru nodded.

"It's fine, Wan Ru. Don't be afraid. Xia Luo and I will protect you."

Wang Yuxi went forward and hugged Lin Wanru. Lin Wanru turned her head again and looked at Xia Luo. There was a trace of guilt in her eyes.

She wanted to say, "Sorry, Xia Luo. I should listen to you." She did not know why, but she could not say it out loud.

After that, Police found a corpse under the stage. Its neck had been broken by a sharp technique, and it had died less than three hours ago.

This person was Ma Qian's assistant when he was alive, and he was in charge of the promotion and demotion of the cabinet.

Without a doubt, this was another carefully planned murder!

When Lin Wanru heard this, she almost collapsed. She had been depressed at home for two weeks.

Xia Luo also took the opportunity to cultivate for a period of time.

Six sets of Cultivation Powders were used up by him, but his martial arts realm did not loosen at all. Xia Luo actually did not expect six sets of Cultivation Powders to help him break through from the early Xiantian realm to the middle Xiantian realm.

This kind of lowest level cultivation resources could only strengthen one's foundation. If he wanted to break through, he needed to find a higher level medicinal material.

...

One morning two weeks later.

Lin Wanru was finally willing to go to school for lessons. Xia Luo was in his pocket, following behind the two young ladies.

"Wan Ru, look, the weather is so good today. Let's go and buy some ice cream later." Wang Yuxi laughed happily.

"Okay."

Lin Wanru was still a little down.

It was normal. Not to mention girls, even if a grown man were to encounter multiple assassinations, he would probably also collapse.

Seeing this, Wang Yuxi quietly said to Xia Luo, "Hey, Xia Luo, tell a joke or teach a hooligan a lesson. Let Wan Ru be happy."

"Where am I going to find a hooligan?"

Xia Luoxin, do you think it's not difficult for you to do this for me? If he went to the slums at night, he would definitely bump into a few.

Suddenly, Whiz -

A Basketball flew towards them.

Xia Luo reacted quickly and grabbed the Basketball with one hand. Wang Yuxi, who was beside him, immediately clapped his hands. "Wow, so powerful! Wan Ru, did you see that? Xia Luo caught the ball with one hand!"

Lin Wanru looked back and thought to herself, What's so powerful about this? It's so boring.

At this moment, an arrogant voice came from the basketball court on the left, "Hey, kid, throw the ball over!"

Xia Luo turned his head to look.

He saw five or six Student playing with the basketball court. The one who spoke to him was a young man with silver hair. He was wearing a Jodan jersey and was stepping on an AJ. One look and one could tell that he was from a rich family.

"Kid, what are you spacing out for? Can't you hear me when I'm talking to you?"

A fat man wearing a baseball cap beside the silver-haired young man shouted.

"Quinol? One of the Four Tyrants of Songda, Zhao Wuliang?" Wang Yuxi curled his lips, "This guy dyed his hair every day, and I almost didn't recognize him."

A few hooligans were still shouting at Xia Luo.

Wang Yuxi put his hands on his waist and shouted at the top of his voice, "A bunch of hooligans. If you call my big brother to throw them away, then my big brother will throw them away. Wouldn't that be very shameful for my big brother?"

"F * ck me! Quinol, that woman said you were a group of them!" The fat man wearing a baseball cap said, "Too arrogant!"

" F * ck! "

Zhao Wuliang threw the mineral water down and angrily said, "There are still people in Songda who are not afraid of death. How dare you challenge me? Come, let's go and f * ck him!"

"F * ck him!"

A group of hooligans shouted.

"Ah! Xia... Xia Luo, I'll leave it to you!"

Wang Yuxi was so scared that he quickly hid behind Xia Luo.

Xia Luo rolled his eyes and thought to himself, Why did you want me to clean up the mess you caused?

He curled his lips and shouted at the few people who were about to rush over, "Hey, you want the ball, right? Catch it well."

"Boss, that kid threw the ball. He's scared. Haha! "

"Quinol is still the best! Once he says he wants to kill him, I'll kill him instantly!"

A few of his underlings flattered him.

"Hmph."

Zhao Wuliang put his hands on his waist and said in a very arrogant manner, "Do you see that? As a big brother, one must have a strong momentum and a strong momentum in order to be the boss."

"Then, big brother, should we still beat him up?" The fat guy in the baseball cap asked.

"What the f * ck are you talking about!"

Zhao Wuliang slapped the brim of his hat.

"Of course, we will wait for him to throw the ball over before we go and kill him. F * ck, if we let this kid go today, I, Zhao Wuliang, will not be able to hang around anymore in the future?"

"What Brother Liang said makes sense."

"Brother Liang, look, he's going to throw it away."

"Oh."

Zhao Wuliang turned around and crooked his finger at Xia Luo, signaling him to throw the ball at him.

Xia Luo quietly injected some True Qi into the Basketball, then casually threw the ball over.

* Hong Long...... *