Chen Ping looked at Wang Buhuan calmly, with a cold look at the corners of his eyes, and reached out to snap his fingers, saying, "Please go out, so you can settle down."

In an instant, two black suit bodyguards came and directly carried Wang Buhuan, who was as limp as mud, and dragged him out of the ancient theater like a dead dog!

"Chin Ping's son! You must die a bad death!"

"I, Wang Buhuan, will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

There were constant roars outside the door.

The big guys in the ancient theater were silent at this moment.

They saw all the scenes just now.

Shocked!

The whole body is completely cool!

It's simply terrifying!

Who is this Mr. Chen?

In ten minutes, the King of Yangcheng Buhuan was completely destroyed!

Is this still manpower?

At this moment, they realized what kind of monster they had encountered!

With this kind of means and strength, who dares to compete with those present?!

Feng Wan sat in the corner, her face turned cold and sweaty, and her palms tightly pinched the armrest of the Taishi Chair!

Now, he can be sure that Feng Crooker failed!

I've fallen into the trap!

At this moment, Chen Ping stood on the stage, glanced at everyone with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's your turn, but before that, I have to deal with someone."

After saying that, Chen Ping turned around and looked at Feng Wan sitting at the tail end of the left.

"Boss Feng, it's your turn."
Chapter completed!