wicked immortal

Surrounded by a group of gangsters, Mr. Liao walked slowly to the front of the booth with an imposing manner.

"It's you!" President Liao saw A Chao at a glance, and his originally calm expression changed dramatically.

During this period of time, Mr. Liao had trouble sleeping and eating. These days, he has been hiding in other places, and he didn't come back until he arranged for a trustworthy person to confirm that Ah Chao was not dead at No. [-] High School in City C.

Today, it was Mr. Liao's young men who took care of him.

Mr. Liao didn't expect that the enemy's road is narrow, and on the first day back, he would meet Ah Chao.

It stands to reason that enemies should be extremely jealous when they meet each other, but after Mr. Liao saw the real A Chao, he immediately let go of the big stone that was weighing on his heart, feeling relieved.

No one wants to carry a murder case.

In any country on the earth, once someone kills someone, even if he is not imprisoned, he will lose a lot of freedom.

"It's me." A Chao sneered.

"I'm sorry about what happened last time..." Now, Boss Liao just wants to turn the fight into a treasure, so as to avoid being imprisoned.

"If you let me take a shot in the chest, I will also say sorry to you." A Chao paused every word.

"What do you want?" Mr. Liao's face turned cold, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After all, Mr. Liao is a boss-level figure in City C. Since his debut, he has always danced on the tip of a knife. He has seen all kinds of storms and waves. Naturally, he would not bow his head to a group of youngsters and say "sorry", which has reached his level. limit.

"I can't decide on this matter." Ah Chao knew how to measure, and took a step back.

Seeing A Chao take a step back, a group of teenagers also took a step back in unison, forming a fan shape with Zhao Yuan as the center.

At this time, Zhao Yuan was still sitting quietly, while a group of teenagers were standing, which immediately brought out the difference between him.

In fact, Mr. Liao had noticed the long-haired young man on the sofa a long time ago. When he saw this young man for the first time, he had a special feeling.

calm down!

Take it easy!

Calm down!

Mr. Liao also came out of the mess with swords and guns. Naturally, he saw that this handsome young man with long hair was a character, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Since when did City C have such a number one person?

Mr. Liao secretly wondered, he has been in C City for decades, and although he can't say that black and white are both good and bad, he should be given a bit of face up and down. Basically, some gangsters and politicians with a little status, He knew them all, but the long-haired young man in front of him had a stern face.

"500 million." Zhao Yuan picked up a glass of wine, looked at Mr. Liao, and drank it all in one gulp.

"500 million?" Mr. Liao was taken aback.

"Yes, 500 million, this matter is over." Zhao Yuan bowed his head, did not look at Mr. Liao again, and poured himself a drink.

"Are you sure?" Mr. Liao was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression became angry. However, the angry look was fleeting, and immediately turned into a murderous look.

A wolf will always be a wolf and will never become a dog because of a change in the environment.

There is no doubt that Mr. Liao is not a dog, but a wolf. Even if he washes his hands, he is still an out-and-out wolf.

"Hehe, this is not something I can be sure of. If you think your life is not worth 500 million, then you don't have to pay." Zhao Yuan smiled faintly, raised his head, and stared at Mr. Liao with deep eyes.

Zhao Yuan stared at President Liao.

Mr. Liao stared at Zhao Yuan.

The atmosphere became tense, yet suffocatingly quiet.

This is a silent battle.

This is a contest of willpower.

The two pairs of eyes collided together, although no sparks burst out, but they could peek into the inner soul world from those eyes.

Zhao Yuan's gaze was like the vast and deep starry sky.

Mr. Liao's gaze was like that of a vicious jackal.

"A Chao, from now on, see him once, beat him once!" Zhao Yuan suddenly broke the suffocating silence.

"From now on?" Ah Chao's eyes lit up.

"Remember, don't die!" Zhao Yuan smiled faintly.

"understand!"

Ah Chao chuckled, and rushed towards him like an agile cheetah, slamming the bottle in his hand at Mr. Liao head-on.

Mr. Liao's skill is also very good. At the moment when Ah Chao violently hurt someone, he actually raised his hand to block the wine bottle hit by the volley, and at the same time his body backed away extremely quickly.

It's a pity that Mr. Liao was surrounded by a crowd of gangsters and security guards. He couldn't retreat, and was hit on the arm by A Chao's wine bottle.

Click!

A Chao is a junior cultivator. The power of this blow has stimulated his aura, and he is extremely fierce with all his strength. Although Mr. Liao is a ruthless character, he is also a mortal and cannot withstand this blow. In an instant, there was a palpitating fracture sound.

"Ah..." Mr. Liao let out a scream.

It happened so suddenly that a group of gangsters never thought that a group of students would violently attack and hurt others. After they realized it, Ah Chao's wine bottle had already hit the boss's arm.

Seeing the boss screaming, a group of gangsters turned red-eyed, grabbed all kinds of wine bottles and rushed towards the booth.

Just when Ah Chao made his move, a group of teenagers had already made preparations, and immediately picked up the guy and rushed forward.

A big scuffle started, and for a while, wine bottles and ashtrays were flying in the air, and someone actually lifted a heavy high chair to hit people, and the guests in the bar ran away one after another.

When a group of teenagers swarmed up, the fat man with the scar was the first to bear the brunt, because he had a switchblade in his hand, and he was the most threatening figure. on the ground...

……

Seeing the fight between the two gangs, the bar manager was slapped by the fat man with the scar, and he had long held a grudge. Seeing that Boss Liao and his group were at a disadvantage, he naturally took pleasure in his misfortune, and immediately fled with a group of security guards, watching from afar. Watching the fire from the other side.

There is not much difference in the number of the two sides, there are more than a dozen people, but the strength of the two sides is simply the same as the sky and the earth.

Thirteen junior cultivators deal with more than a dozen mortals, and the result can be imagined even with their toes.

The strength of the two sides can only be described as disparity.

Before the guests in the bar could react, the battle was over.

More than a dozen gangsters, including Brother Liao, were beaten and lying on the ground, all wailing like ghosts and wolves.

Whether it is the guests of the bar or the security guards of the bar, they all looked shocked. Almost everyone did not expect that this group of young students who looked like students could be so fierce in fighting power. You must know that both sides judged from the perspective of the body, Mr. Liao's On the one hand, the body is much stronger, and both of them are veterans who have experienced many battles.

Now, a group of veterans who were walking sideways in city c were beaten to the ground, including Mr. Liao, who was in the limelight for a while.

Under the eyes of hundreds of pairs, Zhao Yuan stood up slowly, with long hair flying under the light, as if alive.

"Remember, 500 million. I'll wait for you here at this time tomorrow!" Zhao Yuan walked up to Mr. Liao, knelt down, grabbed Mr. Liao's hair, and said with a gloomy face.

Mr. Liao didn't speak, and there was endless resentment on his face.

"Save this booth for me tomorrow." Zhao Yuan walked slowly in front of Yuanyuan, held up Yuanyuan's smooth chin, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Yes...Brother Yuan..." Yuanyuan nodded hastily with her pale face.

At this time, sirens sounded from outside.

Watched by hundreds of pairs of eyes, Zhao Yuan, surrounded by thirteen teenagers, stepped on the bodies of a group of gangsters and walked away.