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Chapter 103

Ming Jin, that's not the case.

After Chen Haoran's voice fell, the next moment a look of disdain spread from him.The palm blocking Yazi's fist exerted force suddenly, pressing down little by little like pliers.

crackling.

Suddenly, there was a sound like pinching beans, and Yazi's hand bones were crushed abruptly.As the saying goes, the fingers connect to the heart, and the heart-wrenching pain suddenly bursts across the whole body.

what.

Even Yazi, who is not afraid of life and death on the battlefield, is trembling all over at this time, and his face has turned into a liver color.But it was just a pain in his body, what made him panic was that he didn't even have the slightest power to fight back?
how can that be?

His martial arts has reached its peak state, reaching the legendary Ming Jin.Warriors who have reached this level are already proud of the special forces with the title of fierce man.

But now he was hit by a teenager and had no strength to fight back. This kind of gap immediately damaged his spirit greatly.At the same time, a doubt filled his head: Who is this young man?
bang.

Looking down at Yazi with condescending eyes, Chen Haoran squeezed the bones of the former's hand and then retracted it forcefully.The next moment, the right foot that had already been prepared was lifted up and hit the former's chin.

This is Chen Haoran's way of fighting.

Blood spurted from the mouth, along with the shattered teeth.Like a kite with a broken string, Yazi flew upside down.The impact on the table still continued, and the glass was shattered directly by the force.

Ten seconds before and after are just breaths, and the battle is over.Standing proudly on the spot, Chen Haoran calmly looked at Yazi who kept vomiting blood.

"Ming Jin, it should be like this."

The neutral voice echoed in the huge room, and Yang Xiaobei and the others were at a loss.However, Yazi lying on the ground was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Enduring the pain and getting up from the ground, he looked at Chen Haoran in horror.Where there is still the disdain in the eyes just now, everything is filled with unbelievable shock.

He is actually a warrior? !

A martial artist who is less than 20 years old has already reached Ming Jin or even a higher level of martial artist.The broken bones of the hand and the dislocation of the jaw all confirmed his thoughts.

"You... you are very strong... I lost to you... I am not wronged..."

After saying this, Yazi spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down to die.

He didn't hit hard, Chen Haoran controlled the strength just now.Therefore, Yazi's life is not in danger, and this is also a kind of mercy for him to be a soldier.

After merging Xiao Xiong's soul, the profession of soldier is something Chen Haoran is familiar with.Live for the country, die for the country.These are the missions of soldiers, even if the child is depraved, he has passed it.

Quiet!silence!
After the sound of shattering glass ended, the room fell silent.Everyone looked at Chen Haoran as if they saw a monster, and the scene just now stimulated their eyes like a blockbuster action movie.

"You...you...don't come here..."

Seeing Chen Haoran walking towards him, Zhao Liang came back to his senses and trembled all over his body.At this time, Chen Haoran was a demon in his eyes, no, it was a more terrifying existence than a demon.

Who is Yazi, he is a ruthless character who can fight against thirty with one.Originally thinking that Chen Haoran was absolutely dead, he broke his leg and then knelt on the ground and screamed in pain.

But the reality was far from what he had imagined. It was Yazi who fell on the ground and sprayed blood, not Chen Haoran.There was no injury on his body, and even Chen Haoran's clothes were not damaged.

Even the boy has been abolished by him, so what is his three-legged cat kung fu.Thinking of this, a surge of fear surged from the bottom of my heart, and a stream of yellow liquid flowed out from the crotch.

Zhao Liang, he was scared to pee!

"Master Zhao, why did you break my leg if I don't come here?" Chen Haoran glanced playfully at Zhao Liang who was scared to pee, and walked over slowly.

boom.

At this moment, the door was kicked open again, and four men rushed in quickly.They were vicious, and they were all surprised and stunned when they saw the boy lying on the ground with blood on his mouth.

Boss, he was beaten like this?
He looked at Zhao Liang who was here, and then at the boy with a calm face.They came up with a thought at the same time: What happened here just now?
"Zhao Liang, boss, who beat him?" The leader of the four frowned and looked at Zhao Liang, who was scared to pee, and shouted.

His legs were trembling constantly, and it was only under the shout that Zhao Liang came back to his senses a little bit.After seeing the four people brought by Yazi, his fearful heart calmed down a little.

"Yes, it was him, he was the one who hit it." Zhao Liang didn't dare to meet Chen Haoran's eyes, Zhao Liang finished speaking tremblingly.

The four people who heard Zhao Liang's words all looked at Chen Haoran in disbelief.They knew the strength of the boss, even if he was besieged by the four of them, he would not be hurt, and he could even injure them.

But now he was injured by a young man, and beaten to death?

His eyes fell on the four people rushing in, Chen Haoran narrowed his eyes: "You guys came at a good time, if you don't want your boss to die, send him to the hospital quickly."

"Hmph, kid, you're courting death."

The flat head standing on the far left threw himself directly at Chen Haoran, his fists whizzing past and aiming directly at the latter's head.How could a brat hurt the boss? It's impossible.

It's just that his eyes widened in disbelief the next moment, accompanied by severe pain in his stomach.Holding the fist that was waving towards him, Chen Haoran didn't even look at it.He kicked it directly, and immediately knelt on the ground with flat head and legs, spitting.

"It seems that you don't want to save your boss anymore?" Chen Haoran sneered when his eyes fell on the strong man headed by the four, "Or do you want to fight me?"

After the strong man was silent for a long time, he took a deep look at Chen Haoran: "Thank you for your generosity, we will avenge today's revenge."

Letting go of the crew cut screaming again and again, Chen Haoran did not respond to these words.In his eyes, one more enemy is not much, and he also has some expectations for this brat's response.

If he can, maybe he will subdue it, maybe not sure.

The three carried Yazi and Pingtou away, and quickly left the private room.The scene returned to just now, and Chen Haoran's eyes fell on Zhao Liang again.

"Don't, don't kill me, it's because I don't know Taishan." The four people brought by Yazi were scared away, and now Zhao Liang lost his last chance to rely on his legs to kneel down directly to the ground.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Coming in front of Zhao Liang, Chen Haoran reached out and grabbed the latter's hair.Forcing the latter to look at himself, he sneered bloodthirstyly, "Zhao Liang, you asked for this."

The cold that penetrated to the bones instantly spread all over the body, and the strength of the whole body was lost in waves of convulsions.His eyes turned black and he fell headlong, but the burning pain on his face made him wake up.

Snapped.

The loud slap came down, and half of Zhao Liang's face immediately became swollen.But it didn't end there, the palm on the left side of the face turned over and slapped down hard again.

Snapped.

Both sides of his face were swollen like a pig's head, but Zhao Liang didn't even have the strength to resist.At this moment, his head was in a daze, and his only thought was that he was going to die.

"Zhao Liang, is this slap comfortable?"

Looking at Zhao Liang with a sneer, Chen Haoran's palm dropped again.

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Self-inflicted sin, do not live!
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