My Simulated Son's Life

Chapter 40 Targeted by various parties

"Hello Master!"

"Hello Master!"

Li Chaojiao strode into his hall without even glancing at the two greeting gang members.

"It seems that Hall Master Li is not in a very good mood today."

The two looked at each other, and couldn't help shivering.

Although Li Chaojiao is usually not very friendly, he would lightly nod in response when he was greeted by others.

It's not like today, his face seems to be covered with a layer of mysterious ice that will never melt.

"This old man!"

Back in the bedroom, Li Chaojiao's straight eyebrows suddenly stood upright.

"Boom!"

In front of Li Chaojiao, the wooden desk weighing more than a hundred catties was like paper, and it shattered into sawdust with one palm.

"Dog of the household!"

"Boom!"

"No guts!"

Accompanied by deliberately suppressed cursing, the tables, chairs, vases and other furnishings in Li Chaojiao's house were all shattered into debris under his pair of iron fists.

Not long after, the house was in a mess as if it had been plowed by a storm.

There was a reason why Li Chaojiao was so angry.

Since he finished tempering his torso, hand bones, and foot bones, his cultivation progress has gradually slowed down.

The remaining skulls have not been tempered for a long time.

Seeing that I am getting older, the right to speak in the gang has not increased much.

Isn't the reason why he worshiped Jiang Anzu as his adoptive father because he valued that Jiang Anzu's descendants were mediocre and difficult to cultivate?
Who knew that in the past two years, Jiang Anzu's grandson, Jiang Hongjun, would suddenly rise up and reach the pinnacle of the ninth rank in one fell swoop, only one step away from the eighth rank of bone quenching.

And he is only 19 years old now, and he has a high chance of stepping into the seventh rank in the future.

This makes Li Chaojiao not anxious.

If it wasn't for the purpose of becoming the leader of the Nujiao Sect and making further progress under the resources of the entire Sect, why would he abandon his ancestors and become someone else's adoptive son?

Now the old guy is gradually starting to take back the power in his hands, which makes Li Chaojiao more and more anxious.

Originally, Li Chaojiao was about to give up, but His Royal Highness actually threw an olive branch to the Nujiao Gang!
This made Li Chaojiao overjoyed.

If it can be shown to enter the eyes of His Highness, what is the little Nujiao Gang?
As a result, Jiang Anzu, the household dog, only wanted to guard his own one-acre three-point land!

Sit back and watch the opportunity to make a fortune slip away from your hands!
What people fear most is not despair.

Instead, it gave you hope and then cruelly extinguished this ray of hope!

How could this make Li Chaojiao not angry?How not to be angry?
If it was possible, he wished that Jiang Anzu and his grandson Jiang Hongjun, the donkey Cao, would be skinned and boned right now.

Otherwise, how to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

"Why did Sectional Master Li do such a thing? That fellow Mao in NJ City has not yet moved. How dare Gang Leader Jiang?"

"Who?!"

Li Chaojiao suddenly turned his head, his eagle eyes shot out murderously.

He was secretly startled, as an eighth-rank bone tempering warrior, he didn't even notice this person before he made a sound!
I saw a middle-aged man with an ordinary face coming out from behind the wooden screen with the Kuangshan Waterfall painted on it.

This person has a very popular face, if he walks in the crowd, it will be like a drop of water melting into a river.

It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish it.

"who are you?"

Li Chaojiao's stone-like muscles gradually tightened, and a murderous aura gradually permeated the room.

"Under He Song."

"His Royal Highness is an unknown person."

He Song smiled and opened his mouth.

"I came here because I have a piece of wealth to give to Hall Master Li."

On the other side, in the meeting hall of the Dajiang Gang.

Song Yan, Wu Sihai, and Chu Hu looked at the helpers sent by Zhou Ziyi to report the news, and couldn't hide the surprise on their faces.

"What? You said that Li Changkong actually beheaded Xu Wei in front of everyone, and even broke through the ninth-rank blood refinement?"

Song Yan's face was full of disbelief, and the teacup in his hand was almost scared away.

Li Changkong looked short and thin, how could he look full of energy and blood?

Song Yan always believed that Li Changkong belonged to the type with outstanding martial arts talent but poor physical talent.

Therefore, he is confident that he will slowly concoct Li Changkong, so that Li Changkong gradually realizes that only by joining him under his command can he stand out.

But who would have thought that after only a few days, Li Changkong had broken through to the ninth rank.

This is not in line with the laws of martial arts!

It's like a greasy middle-aged little girl with unspoken rules. Just when he was full of confidence and thought that his plan was perfect, he suddenly discovered that the weak little white rabbit was just pretending.

"I never thought that Li Changkong would be such a genius!"

Wu Sihai and Chu Hu looked at each other and realized that Li Changkong was a rare talent.

They decided that even if they turned against Song Yan, they would throw an olive branch at Li Changkong.

Which boss doesn't want to have such a double bonus red stick level figure under his command?

But soon their ideas fell through.

"Yes, that Li Changkong is the nephew of Captain Tao, and our Sectional Master Zhou has already recognized it in public."

'Li Changkong!Zhou Ziyi! '

A murderous intent suddenly appeared in Song Yan's eyes. These two people must not be mixed together, and Li Changkong must be eliminated.

They have been offended to death and cannot be used by others, so they must be eliminated.

If Li Changkong grows up, there will be endless troubles!

Several hours later, he was in the vanguard.

Han Kening took a sip of the tea in the cup, shook his head slowly but firmly, and said:

"The price you paid is not enough!"

"You are too greedy."

Song Yan frowned, he never expected that Han Kening's appetite would be so big.

"Li Changkong is now Zhou Ziyi's nephew. It would be too expensive for me to deal with him."

Han Kening took another sip of tea comfortably, enjoying the feeling of slowly draining the opponent's chips.

"Three bone-washing flowers, plus a small courtyard on Lakeside Street."

"This is the highest price I can offer."

"If you are still not satisfied, hum!"

"Don't forget, the previous transaction between us."

"Who knows? Li Changkong went to Xiu County because he made a mistake himself, and it wasn't a crime I imposed on him."

"If Head Song doesn't want to bid, then please go back."

Han Kening smiled faintly, not letting in oil and salt.

"Five! Five bone-washing flowers."

"This is my last bid."

"If you don't want to, then we'll break up."

Song Yan gritted his teeth and had to accept Han Kening's lion's mouth wide open.

If he had known this earlier, he would have killed Li Changkong on the spot in the school grounds.

Killing an ordinary gang member who committed a crime is not a big deal for him, the Hall Master.

Song Yan was about to grit his teeth in regret.

"make a deal!"

Han Kening knew that Song Yan had been pushed to the limit.

He also didn't want to turn his back on Song Yan. After all, although there was no evidence, there would be no waves without wind, and if Li Changkong held grudges, that would be a hidden danger. It would be better to maximize the benefits and ask Li Changkong to die.

The two pairs of big hands clenched together again.

(End of this chapter)