Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

The seven hundred and seventy-sixth chapter defeated

"Mr. Kuno, I don't know what you are?" Long Hao frowned slightly, looking at Kuno Pond with a little humble and respectful tone.

Although Long Hao is the president of the Chinatown Chamber of Commerce and he is a billionaire, he still has to look at Kunochi's face when he is eating in Sangguo.

"Someone killed my brother, I'm here to find someone to avenge him, should President Long take care of it too?" Kunochi turned his head and stared at him, a vicious look flashed in his eyes.

Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping and others who originally stood behind Long Hao saw Zhuo Bufan and Shijian appear unscathed, and they all showed a slightly surprised expression. Yesterday in the KTV, Kuno Xiong took out his guns. Now, the two of them are all right.

Now when I heard Kuno Pond's words, the three of them were even more dumbfounded. Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian actually killed Kuno Xiong?

Long Hao was even more stunned. As the president of Chinatown, he had to stand up and say a few words in the face of this kind of thing, otherwise he would not be able to do it as the president, but he did not expect that the matter seemed to be serious enough for him. Unable to reconcile, Kuno was actually killed by someone.

The merchants around the periphery also showed shocked expressions, but under that shocked face there was a layer of joy. Kuno did not often bully them in Chinatown. Now that they have fallen, how can he not make people happy.

"How could such a thing happen?" Long Hao looked surprised, "Mr. Kuno Xiong has fallen, and I feel very sad."

Kunochi snorted coldly, and didn't even look at him. Instead, he set his gaze on Zhuo Bufan and asked: "Did you hit my brother Kuno?"

"Well, I played it, so what?" Zhuo Bufan put his hands behind his back and looked straight ahead. His face was as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. This calmness that shouldn't have appeared on the boy's face, could not help. Kunoike's eyes narrowed slightly.

Ohara looked at Zhuo Bufan with a trace of fear in his eyes, and whispered another word in Kunoike's ear.

"Group leader, they are not ordinary people. Yesterday the girl caught the bullet with her palm."

The faces of Liu Yanlan and Liu Jing were already full of horror, and Kuno Xiong died in Zhuo Bufan's hands.

Liu Jing didn't have time to ask what happened yesterday, thinking that Zhuo Bufan and Samurai Sword had escaped back. He didn't expect that they would have killed Kuno. It's no wonder that Kunoike's such a big battle came to ask the guilt today.

Other businesses and Long Jianfeng and others were shocked again!

The black-haired, black-eyed pupil, and the fair-skinned skin, the bookish and delicate young man actually killed Kuno Xiong.

It's just that while everyone felt very happy, they couldn't help but worry about the boy. Kunoike brought so many people here to avenge him.

Long Hao suddenly said, "Liu Yanlan, this matter has nothing to do with your family. Go back quickly."

"I..." Liu Yanlan's face was embarrassed. Although Kuno Xiong was not the one who killed her, the origin of this incident was because of her after all. How could she curl up alone now.

"One person does things, one person, since he killed Mr. Kuno Xiong, it has nothing to do with you." Long Hao frowned and said.

After all, Liu Yanlan is a member of the Chamber of Commerce, and Zhuo Bufan and Shijian are outsiders. As long as he can protect Liu Yanlan, he can be regarded as the president of the Chamber of Commerce.

"But things are all because of me, I can't go." Liu Yanlan struggled inwardly, showing a firm look on his face.

When Long Hao heard her words, his face showed anger, he let out a cold snort, and just ignored it.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan, Kunoike narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Grab him for me."

After all, several gangsters rushed towards Zhuo Bufan. Before Zhuo Bufan could start his hand, the figure of the swordsman flickered. Soon several gangsters flew out directly and hit the gangsters in the back row with a powerful impact. Forced to bring all of them to the ground, wailing in pain.

"Asshole." Kunochi cursed fiercely. The Asakusa Kendo members who followed immediately drew out their weapons and rushed towards Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jianji again.

In order not to hurt other people, Zhuo Bufan and Shijian also moved the fighting position to the street, facing the two holding a machete, steel thorns, and swatting them like flies, they directly shot them away.

Zhuo Bufan was even holding one hand behind him, and between his fingers, he shot out a series of transparent fingers, pulling out a series of arrows-like air marks in the air.

With every Qi Mark shot, those people flew out, and these Asakusa Kendo members were not fools, and they retreated one after another.

Kunochi squeezed his fist and stared at Zhuo Bufan closely, "The warrior of Lan Country?"

"You guys dare to hit me." Kunoike was furious. "Hit me."

Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, and Nie Ping were pale at this time, and there was a bit of fear in their horrified eyes.

The three of them even looked at Zhuo Bufan with disdain yesterday, and now they saw Zhuo Bufan raise his hand to kill people in the air, like a fairy, and they were shocked to the point of being beyond any more.

Liu Yanlan and Liu Jing both hid back to the restaurant, covering their mouths, their eyes widened not to make a sound.

The bullets that came quickly solidified in the air a foot in front of Zhuo Bufan, and the air seemed to have an invisible barrier. The members of the Asakusa Kendojo, Kunoike, Ohara and others were all stunned.

Kunochi has been in contact with people in the martial arts world and knows that there are some experts who can resist bullets, but they can't block more than a dozen bullets in an instant. He suddenly feels cold. If he knew that Zhuo Bufan was so powerful, maybe He will not bring people over rashly.

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's body was tangled with misty silk threads, and his eyes continued to spread to everyone. Everyone was wrapped with almost transparent silk threads, and countless silk threads were combined into a huge fishing net.

These silk threads are all condensed with true essence, and seem to be as soft as silk threads spun by spring silkworms, but in fact each thread is harder than steel.

"Binding!"

The silk threads were gathered together, **** all those people, and threw them on the street.