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Chapter 1363 Are you a martial artist too?
"Is there anything more important than a billion-dollar business? As long as we do this, we can retire and find a place to enjoy life."

Cold War muttered speechlessly.

"Hey, I still have the Hao family to support me. Even if I finish this order, I can't go far away, so I still have to be a cow."

Hao Jian sighed helplessly, "Now there is an emergency at home, and I have to go back. Don't take my share of the money."

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."

Leng Zhan quickly reassured, but his eyes were shining brightly, Hao Jian just ran away, and he was the only one who got what he got today.

When the time comes, swallow Hao Jian's share of the money, and then fly away, no one can find him.

After hanging up the phone, Hao Jian concentrated on driving the Humvee on the highway.

"The eyelids have been twitching all the time, something will definitely happen today."

After hearing that Hu Lie was being repaired, Hao Jian had an ominous premonition, so he immediately found an excuse to escape from the scene.

I have to admit that Hao Jian is indeed clever and lucky enough. He didn't even know that his escape this time was tantamount to a brush with death.

In the corridor where the general manager's office is located, Wang Zhimen led a group of people from the Ming Group's martial arts inspection team and walked towards the office aggressively.

"Damn it, you dare to make trouble on our territory. I'm really tired of work."

Wang Zhimen cursed with a murderous look on his face.

"Deputy leader, I saw the situation in the venue before, that old thing is very weird."

A subordinate followed Wang Zhimen and reminded worriedly: "Several guests who participated in the auction with him were inexplicably fainted and injured by him. We must not take it lightly."

"Let's talk nonsense, I'm the deputy leader of the martial arts inspection team of the Ming group. Would a dignified three-star martial artist still be afraid of him, a country bumpkin with a bit of money?"

Wang Zhimen glared at that subordinate fiercely, "After a while, don't talk nonsense, just beat that old bastard to death for me."

"Yes."

A group of people nodded.

When he came to the door of the office, Wang Zhimen kicked the door open: "Whoever dares to make trouble here, let me...hiss and tear it apart."

In the middle of speaking, Wang Zhimen stopped.

At this time, there was a room full of Sun Moon Group masters lying in the office, and Hu Lie was kneeling on the ground shivering, his body was wet, and he even peed his pants.

An old man with gray hair and a long beard sat on Wan Zhiwen's office chair and fell asleep, with a beautiful girl behind him helping to massage his drooping shoulders.

"Master Wang, you can forget it."

Seeing Wang Zhimen, Hu Lie shouted in horror: "This guy..."

"Trash, stop talking, shame on you."

Wang Zhimen gave Hu Lie a hard look, and strode into the office.

Hu Lie opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and could only put on an aggrieved look.

Just now he took out his pistol to deal with Tang Ming, but after he fired, all the bullets were caught by the other party.

That's a bullet!

That old thing that looks like it can be blown down by a gust of wind can actually catch bullets with bare hands, which is beyond the scope of ordinary people, even ordinary warriors can't do such an exaggeration.

Hu Lie wanted to remind Wang Zhimen to be more careful, but when he thought that Wang Zhimen was a powerful martial artist and should not be weaker than him, he obediently shut up.

"Old man, you are so brave."

Wang Zhimen walked to the desk and looked at Tang Ming coldly: "Do you know who I am?"

"who are you?"

Tang Ming opened his eyes and looked at Wang Zhimen suspiciously: "That guy said he is the general manager of Sun Moon Group, so are you the chairman of Sun Moon Group?"

"Hehe, the Sun Moon Group is a fart."

Hearing this, Wang Zhimen laughed out loud, instinctively thinking that Tang Ming was an upstart who had never seen the world, he didn't even know that the Sun Moon Group was a vassal of the Ming Group,
"Since you're not from the Sun Moon Group, what are you doing here?"

Tang Ming curled his lips in disdain, and said sarcastically: "I want to take away the women I photographed before. This is a reasonable thing, and it won't work if anyone comes."

"Haha, what an arrogant old man, he is still thinking about those women when he is about to die."

Hearing this, Wang Zhimen sneered, and said proudly: "Tell you, I am Wang Zhimen, the deputy head of the martial arts inspection team of the Ming team of the special department."

"Ming Group Martial Arts Inspection Team?"

Tang Ming's face changed slightly, and he glanced at Bai Feifei, who had an ugly expression.

"Yes."

Seeing Tang Ming's "panicked" look, Wang Zhimen became proud.

"Ahem, sorry, I haven't heard of it."

Tang Ming responded with a strange smile.

In fact, he recognized Wang Zhimen from the very beginning, this guy was the Ming group member he met when he came to Tianyun Palace for the first time.

At that time, Wang Zhimen sent people to poison Bai Yun, the master of Tianyun Palace, and arrested the disciples of Tianyun Palace in order to hunt down Bai Feifei's brother, but Tang Ming gave him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, this guy who was abused into a dog before has become so arrogant now. The people in the Ming group really have no memory at all.

"You, you haven't even heard of Ming Group, you are a frog in a well."

Wang Zhimen's expression turned ugly.

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't care if you are in the open group or in the dark group, anyway, I must take away the women I legally obtained from the auction today."

Tang Ming picked his ears impatiently.

"Do you still dare to ask someone? I think you really don't know how to write dead characters, then I will fulfill you."

Wang Zhimen roared angrily, raised his hand and shouted, "Hand it, tear this old thing into pieces."

"Yes."

As soon as the words fell, a group of people behind Wang Zhimen immediately charged towards Tang Ming. More than a dozen high-level fighters attacked at the same time, and the scene was quite imposing.

"be careful!"

Bai Feifei gave a nervous reminder, and quickly backed away.

"Out of control."

Tang Ming snorted coldly, and suddenly kicked the desk in front of him, sending the desk flying.

The desk spun in the air and flew towards Wang Zhimen's subordinates. As soon as it made contact, it threw those warriors flying around.

"Warrior?"

Seeing that his subordinates failed to block the desk, Wang Zhimen's face changed slightly, he jumped up abruptly, and he punched in the air, just hitting the desk top, splitting the whole desk into pieces.

"Hey, you turned out to be a strong martial artist?"

Tang Ming stared at the Gang Qi on Wan Zhiwen in surprise.

"Hehe, you're not weak either."

After Wang Zhimen landed, he looked at Tang Ming coldly: "No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. You turned out to be a martial artist, but why didn't I hear that your Bai family is a martial arts family?"

"The old man has only broken through to become a martial artist in the last year, and he has never fought with anyone before."

Tang Ming got up slowly, and looked at Wang Zhimen coldly: "Originally I practiced martial arts just to strengthen my body, and I didn't intend to fight with others, but this time, the Sun Moon Group went too far, not only disqualified me from the auction, And if you don't let me take away the goods that should belong to me, then the old man will have to do it."

(End of this chapter)