Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 402 Wife, are you coming... Be willing to admit defeat! (9)

A sinister smile flashed across Fuding's face.

Thinking of him as a Chinese, he must be a capable person if he can get to this point in Las Vegas.

The old bodyguard beside him before was actually a master who has mastered the subtlety of Chinese Yixingquan.

Because of some personal reasons, it was leaked to the United States, and as a result, I owed Fuding a favor.

Because he owed Fuding a favor, the old man stayed by his side.

It was stated in advance that Bao Fuding was only living and dying, and did not participate in his doing those outrageous things, so he stayed by his side.

To say that the old man is also a pedantic person.

Just remember one sentence, if you receive a drop of water, you should repay it with a spring.

But I forgot that there are four words in this world: helping the evildoers.

You don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you!

He protected Fuding, and indirectly did those things that hurt nature and reason.

That night when Inuyang Koji ransacked Fu Jinlong, the old man died under random guns to protect Fu Ding.

Come to think of it, it's also karma.

However, these are off topic.

Although the old man never took Fu Ding as his apprentice, he taught him a lot in terms of skills.

Fuding, who already has a foundation, has been diligent in training these years and has improved a lot.

In terms of strength, I am afraid it is not as good as Murong Lin.

But Chinese martial arts are extensive and profound, and when it comes to close combat skills, he is much richer than Murong Lin.

With a flash of figure, he made a false move.

Pointing east and west.

His steel pipe seemed to hit Murong Lin's back, but in fact the kick to his knee was the real move.

Although Murong Lin dodged quickly, he was still kicked.

As soon as the foot hurts, the lower plate loses its stability.

Na Fuding easily hit the steel pipe to the back of his neck.

This blow almost used his full strength!

If it hit, Murong Lin might have his neck broken and die!
The silver steel pipe draws a cold and dazzling light shadow in the air.

With the sound of whistling wind, it hit Murong Lin on the back of the neck.

Extremely fast and powerful.

It was as if he had seen Murong Lin lying on the ground with his neck broken, spitting blood.

The fury in Fuding's eyes grew stronger.

Hong'er, today, Dad will avenge you!

(End of this chapter)