He, Brother Yangcheng, was brought down immediately!

Snapped!

Chen Ping looked at Wang Buhuan calmly, with a cold look in the corner of his eyes, stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and said: "Please ask Mr. Wang out so that you can settle down."

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

"Child Chen Ping! You must die a happy death!"

"I, Wang Buhuan, will never let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

There were constant roars outside the door.

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

They all saw what happened just now.

Shocking!

Cool all over!

It’s simply too scary!

Who is this Mr. Chen?

In ten minutes, Wang Buhuan of Yangcheng was completely defeated!

Is this still human power?

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

With such means and strength, who among the people present dares to compete with them?!

Feng Wan was sitting in the corner, with a cold sweat on his face and his palms tightly holding the armrests of the Grand Master's chair!

Now, he can be sure that Feng Zizi missed it!

You fell into a trap!

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

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

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