The strongest sniper king

Chapter 864 Withered Bamboo
After a brief chat with Wu Bancheng, Li An understood what happened.

The cause of the incident is not much different from Zhang Bing's guess.

Huang Jinrong spies on Wu Bancheng's property, so he finds someone to join forces to set a trick for Wu Bancheng.

Wu Bancheng thought he had swallowed a piece of fat, but he didn't know that he was on a pirate boat, and when the boat reached the middle of the river, he was kicked into the water again.

In the end, Wu Bancheng not only invested in his own company, but also owed Huang Jinrong billions.

Li An didn't understand business warfare, but after listening to it, he had to admire Huang Jinrong's strategy.

"Xiao Li, what else do you think I can do?"

Wu Bancheng said in a low voice with tears in his eyes, wanting to cry but afraid of alarming the police outside,

"I just want to die now. If a person dies, he won't drag Jinsheng down."

Poor parents all over the world, in the end, Wu Bancheng was most concerned about his son Wu Jinsheng, for fear that his son would be hurt because of his own misfortune.

It's fine if you don't know, since you know, Li An can't ignore it for Wu Jinsheng's sake.

"Uncle Wu, you don't need to seek death, I'll settle this matter for you."

"You help me settle it?"

Wu Bancheng looked slightly startled, looked at Li An with a wry smile and shook his head,

"Xiao Li, you and Jin Sheng are classmates and friends, and I am very happy to see me.

Help me fix it, you can't fix it.

The Huang family is very powerful in the province, and they can't even offend me, so don't do stupid things. "

Li An said with a smile on his face: "Uncle Wu, in short, you trust me on this matter and give me two days."

Wu Bancheng thought for a while and sighed: "Well, anyway, I'm not short of these two days, so I'll just wait for you for two days."

Li An chatted a little more, asked about Huang Jinrong's residence from Wu Bancheng, and then rushed over overnight.

Inside the hotel where Huang Jinrong was staying.

It was already late at night, but the room was full of people, and Jin Rongzheng laughed redly.

"Master Kuzhu, I didn't expect you to come so soon, welcome."

Tang Hedao stood opposite Huang Jinrong, and beside him stood an ascetic old man who was Master Kuzhu, Wu Zunjing warrior.

Withered Bamboo's face is yellow and thin, but his eyes are shining, the cassock on his body is patched in several places, and he clasped his hands together and uttered the Buddha's name.

"It is my family's responsibility to save people from fire and water.

Since Donor Huang is He Dao's friend, he has a predestined relationship with the old monk, and the old monk naturally wants to help the benefactor through this catastrophe. "

"Good, good, good."

Huang Jinrong exclaimed excitedly, and then said worryingly,

"Master Kuzhu, that kid's cultivation is not shallow, are you sure you can deal with him?"

With a smile on Kuzhu's face, he put his hand on the marble table calmly, and when he took it away, there was a palm print on the table.

Then, Dry Bamboo swept it with his sleeve again, and the tabletop was smoothed again, as if the palm print had never appeared before.

"I don't know who Huang Benefactor thinks, this person or the person you mentioned has a higher level of cultivation?" Ku Zhu asked.

Huang Jinrong was stunned, but he suddenly came back to his senses when he heard Kuzhu's words, and clapped vigorously and shouted: "Gao, of course the master's kung fu is higher!"

"Dang, Dangdang."

Just as Huang Jinrong was chatting with Kuzhu, someone knocked on the door.

"Go and see who it is." Huang Jinrong ordered.

A bodyguard stepped forward to open the door, but froze there.

"Is Huang Jinrong here?" Li An stood at the door and asked with a smile.

The bodyguard shivered for a while, his legs went back weakly, and he called out, "Young Master Huang!"

"It's you?" Tang Hedao glanced back and recognized Li An, he couldn't help feeling tense, and immediately calmed down when he thought of Dry Bamboo by his side.

Li An glanced into the room and saw Huang Jinrong, so he ignored Tang Hedao, went in and locked the door behind him.

"Golden Rong, I want to talk to you."

When Huang Jinrong saw Li An's late-night visit, he almost didn't recover from his breath, and instinctively leaned towards the dry bamboo.

"Boy, I haven't looked for you yet, I didn't expect you to come here.

Just come!

Master Kuzhu, he is the one I mentioned to you! "

Dead bamboo?

Li An's eyes fell on Kuzhu, and he naturally saw that the old monk was a master of Wu Zunjing at a glance, so he laughed happily in his heart.

"Huang Jinrong, you invited a master of Wu Zunjing to deal with me, right?"

Thinking that he had a backer, Huang Jinrong snorted coldly, and said proudly: "That's right. If you are sensible, return my 100 million, and then give up your martial arts. I can also consider to spare your life."

"Then I can't thank you very much."

Li An sneered, and then preached to the dead bamboo,
"Great monk, do you really want to stand up for Huang Jinrong?"

Ku Zhu clasped his hands together and uttered the Buddha's chant, and then said: "The monks save people and do good.

People who practice martial arts around the benefactor used martial arts to oppress others, and took millions of dollars from the benefactor Huang. This is evil.

If the benefactor is willing to return the money to benefactor Huang, and then abolish his martial arts, the poor monk is willing to save the benefactor into my Buddhist gate. "

"Great monk, I think you don't distinguish between good and evil.

Since you insist on helping that villain, then I have nothing to say, let's do it. "

"Amitabha."

Withered Zhu shouting the Buddha's name, the person suddenly moved, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Li An, and slapped Li An's chest with his palm.

"it is good!"

Tang Hedao groaned secretly, with the speed of Dry Bamboo alone, he would never be able to catch up.

Seeing Li An standing there motionless, Tang Hedao felt even more happy, thinking that Li An was frightened out of his wits.

"Oh!"

Withered bamboo's hand pressed against Li An's chest, making a dull impact.

Ordinary people like Huang Jinrong naturally couldn't see the way, but Tang Hedao opened his mouth to applaud, but swallowed the words abruptly when they reached his mouth.

Tang Hedao naturally knew the power of Dry Bamboo's palm, and the martial artist could not bear it at all, even if he survived, he would be seriously injured.

but
After the dull voice sounded, Li An stood there without moving, and smiled.

The shock in Kuzhu's heart was far higher than that of Tang Hedao. He had already used [-]% of his strength in that palm just now. He originally planned to cripple Li An with one palm, but his palm became numb due to the shock.

"Great monk, you slapped me, now it's my turn?"

Dry Zhu knew something was wrong, he hurriedly pulled back, the castration was a little faster than when he came.

It's a pity that his speed is fast, and Li An is even faster, and his palm is pressed on Dry Zhu's chest like a shadow.

Everything is too fast.

In the eyes of outsiders, Dry Bamboo didn't move at all, but just stood there and took Li An's palm forcefully, and then flew out backwards.

"Oh!"

The dead bamboo hit the wall and made a loud noise, and the person fell with it.

"Grandmaster!"

Tang Hedao rushed over in a hurry, only to see Dry Zhu's throat move, and a stream of black blood poured out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)