Farmer Senda

Chapter 644
After scanning with his spiritual sense, Zhang Xiaohu didn't worry about any sneak-camera equipment. With his spiritual sense, he could completely destroy it unconsciously without leaving any traces. At most, others would think that there was a problem with the quality and would not suspect Zhang Xiaohu.

at the same time.

Outside the hotel, a black car was parked on the side of the road.

"If I don't kill you this time, I won't be Wang Jia."

The driver was Wang Shao who was beaten up by Zhang Xiaohu in the afternoon, and there was another person sitting beside him at this time.

"Young Master Wang, are you sure that person is here?"

The icy voice made Wang Jia shiver uncontrollably. To him who is a rich second generation, this kind of voice is very frightening. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was powerful, he might have run away in fright.

"My people have been watching, absolutely no mistakes!" Wang Jia replied.

"That's just right." The middle-aged man next to him said, "It saved me a lot of trouble!" Then he opened the car door and walked down, striding towards the hotel.

"Huh, this evil star has finally left."

Wang Jia heaved a long sigh of relief, and leaned weakly on his seat. He can assure you that he has never seen such a terrifying person, with cold eyes and vague aura. He has no doubt that if the other party wants to kill him For myself, that is easy, and I have an aura that ordinary people don't have.

Wang Jia felt that the breath should be called hostility.

It is precisely because of this that Wang Jia feels fear. Whoever is not afraid dares to make fun of his own life.

Wang Jia dare not.

Wang Jia stared at the four-star hotel with resentment in his eyes, as if he could see the result of the other party being wiped out.

When the middle-aged man walked into the hotel, someone immediately came up to report the door number and floor.

After stepping into the elevator, the middle-aged man showed a ferocious smile, the smile that only evil people would have.

One minute later, a middle-aged man appeared on the floor where Zhang Xiaohu was.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's ears moved, and he sneered, "No wonder you want me to do it myself, I really have some skills!"

The distance is not long, but the middle-aged people can hear the sound in their ears.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The middle-aged man quickly appeared at the door, and the door was opened without seeing any gestures in his hands.

The middle-aged people stepped forward.

Zhang Xiaohu was very upset that someone dared to barge in.

"No matter who you are, if you intrude into my place and disturb important events in life, I will personally kill you!" Zhang Xiaohu turned around and punched straight to the door.

The middle-aged man put a block on his hand and took a step back, "Sure enough, he has some skills."

In this block, Zhang Xiaohu saw that the opponent was a formidable master, but it was limited to the outer door, around the third to fourth level of Houtian, which is very rare in society.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care about the Houtian Sanchong at all, strength was not important, it must be worth paying attention to arrange someone of this level to deal with him.

Experts of this level generally rarely appear, but they will not be in this kind of place. The important thing is that the opponent has to deal with him.

The middle-aged man was also an accident. When dealing with a person, he always took a direct shot, and now he really met a formidable opponent.

If it wasn't for the first-hand sight, it would be unbelievable that the opponent would be so powerful and maintain enough competitive power.

Punch!

The middle-aged man launched an attack again, the fist wind was like a shadow, and there was a piercing sound. This is the extreme speed. If an ordinary warrior encounters this kind of aura, he will be injured, so there is no need to fight and resist.

Zhang Xiaohu swayed from side to side, blocking the opponent's punches one by one, "If that's all you have, then it's my turn to strike."

"No, this is meeting a master."

The middle-aged people know their own strength, exert their boxing skills to the extreme, and still can't deal with the opponent, so they know that they have met a master and are good at long-term competition.

36 counting is the best plan!

Middle-aged people never try to be brave, that would ruin their own life!

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man was sent flying by Zhang Xiaohu's punch, and he climbed up, out of the corridor, and ran towards the stairs.

He was terrified.

In fact, the middle-aged man realized the horror from Zhang Xiaohu's attack, and immediately ran outside bravely, for fear of falling behind by a second.

"Hmph, you can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple."

At the door, Zhang Xiaohu looked at the back of the other party and sneered.

If it wasn't for wearing a bathrobe, Zhang Xiaohu really wouldn't mind chasing after him. With his current state, he would be seen by others as soon as he ran, and he hasn't shown his face to this level yet.

However, Zhang Xiaohu left spiritual consciousness on the other party, as long as he was in the provincial capital, he could catch the target.

The two fought very quickly.

After closing the door, Zhang Xiaohu went back to the room. During the fight just now, things were broken all over the floor, which was horrible.

Cough!

The middle-aged man ran two streets in one breath, leaned against the corner, and spat out big mouthfuls of blood.

"What a great master."

The middle-aged man's face tightened, he took out the phone from his body, and said a few words into it. A few minutes later, a car appeared.

"Brother Yong, are you okay!"

Wang Jia drove over, in a good mood, and when he saw this scene suddenly, his expression froze.

Obviously, this scene cannot be associated with the scene Wang Jia imagined.

Brother Yong, the expert next to Young Master Xue, how could he be in such a state? If he hadn't noticed it, he would almost suspect it was a prank.

Is that kid really that powerful?
"Drive, go back to the villa!" Zhang Yong said coldly.

Wang Jia's hair stood on end, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He almost forgot one thing, even a tiger without claws is still a terrifying existence, and he cannot compete with it.

15 minute later.

Wang Jia drove the car, entered the parking lot full of luxury cars, and was immediately greeted by security guards dressed in black.

"Ayong, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yong pushed the door open and entered, Young Master Xue looked surprised.

"Boss, I missed." Zhang Yong confessed.

Young Master Xue was taken aback, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me, what's going on!" He strode forward, slapped Wang Jia on the face, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yong is used to this kind of situation, and briefly described the scene of fighting against the opponent.

"So, the other party is very likely to be a master of the acquired first level?" Young Master Xue frowned, "Are you sure you read it right?"

Zhang Yong said, "There's nothing wrong with that kid's hands and feet. His strength is more than twice as strong as mine. He's good at protracted battles. He's undoubtedly an acquired master!"

(End of this chapter)