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Text_Chapter 195

The Monk Security Company is located on the first floor of Jinming Building, while their training ground is in the basement.

There are a lot of training equipment in the basement, and there is an iron cage in the center, and there is a ring in the middle of the iron cage.

It seems that this monk security company is also engaged in the business of fighting against evil boxing.

On the bottom floor of Jinming Building, Cheng Shikun was enjoying the boxing match. While he was enjoying the boxing match, he drank red wine, while the cigar in his right hand was tapping on Wei Shiya's arm from time to time.

"Ah!" Wei Shiya gritted her teeth and screamed.

Cheng Shikun smiled strangely and said, "Tsk tsk, it hurts very much, right?"

"Please don't make things difficult for Tang Long." Wei Shiya said with tears in her eyes.

Bang.

Cheng Shikun slapped him, and shouted with red eyes: "Bitch, do you still have the face to plead for that kid? If it weren't for that kid, how could I become like this now? Cheng Shikun was also handsome and extraordinary in the past. He looked even more like a pear blossom that beats the crabapple. The dragon among people, but it was Tang Long, a bastard who ruined my life and made me unable to raise my head in front of my younger brother. So I swear that I would also let Tang Long receive the same punishment."

As he said that, Cheng Shikun burned the Cuban cigar's cigarette butt on Wei Shiya's arm and turned it around for a few times.

Bang bang bang!

At this moment, a few muffled sounds came from the entrance of the training ground, and several figures flew backwards.

"Instructor, that kid is here." Members of the monk security company retreated to Cheng Shikun's side.

When Tang Long rushed in with his sword, Cheng Shikun's eyelids jumped involuntarily, subconsciously swallowed, and then raised his gun to the back of Wei Shiya's head.

Tang Long glanced at the cigarette butt mark on Wei Shiya's arm and said with a murderous look on his face: "Cheng Shikun, this is a hatred between you and me, why do you have to make things difficult for a woman?"

"I just want to make things difficult for a woman. How can you do to me?" Cheng Shikun stood on the platform and pointed at the trainees in the training ground and shouted: "Have you seen it, these are my students. As long as I give orders, you will be beaten to death. There are many of them who are from black punches. The so-called two fists cannot block four hands. I, Cheng Shikun, don't believe that you, Tang Long, can still be as awesome as you five years ago!"

Tang Long held the Chixiao Sword in his hand and said with a murderous look on his face: "Cheng Shikun, don't force me to kill you!"

"Kill me? Haha, this is the funniest joke I have heard this year. Who do you think you, Tang Long? You think you have founded a third-rate security company and can compete with our monk security company? Do you know that as long as I say a word, no one dares to join your security company?" Cheng Shikun looked down at Tang Long and said with disdain.

Tang Long swept around and saw the students all around, holding various sticks in their hands, twisting their necks and pinching their fists crisply.

It seems that there is a fierce battle today!

At this time, a group of people were sitting in the private room on the second floor of the training ground, looking in the direction where Tang Long was.

In fact, Tang Long had already noticed these people. They should have been sent by Ye Wushen, because Ying Zhan and Ying Tianlong were also there. The leading old man should be Ying Tian, ​​the guard of the Ye Family Manor, the master of Huajin, who accompanied Ye Wushen to practice martial arts all day long, and his strength should be quite good.

Ying Tian looked at Tang Long through the window and said with his hands behind his back: "That kid is Tang Long?"

"Yes, my father was my father who was injured!" Ying Tianlong said with a resentful look on his face.

Ying Tian turned two iron balls in his hand and said in a stern manner: "Hmph, this kid may find it difficult to leave the training ground alive today."

"Grandpa, are you thinking?" Ying Tianlong touched his neck and asked tentatively.

Ying Tian said indifferently: "Of course not. My target is just the Chixiao Sword. As for Tang Long, there will naturally be someone to deal with him. Just wait and see the show."

As he said that, Ying Tian closed his eyes as if he was pretending to be.

There was no way, Wei Shiya was in Cheng Shikun's hands now, so Tang Long had to suppress his anger and looked up and asked, "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Kneel down!" Cheng Shikun looked down at Tang Long and said with resentment.

Tang Long laughed wildly and said, "Haha, Cheng Shikun, what are you? What qualifications do you have to make me kneel down? Believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

"Haha, kill me?" Cheng Shikun pointed his gun at Wei Shiya's head and smiled ferociously: "Stop talking nonsense, kneel down for me, otherwise I will kill her!"

The fat monk Kong Yu swept around. He had been searching for Xuan Chen's traces, but after searching all over the audience, he did not see Xuan Chen. It seemed that Xuan Chen should have been hiding.

When it reaches the level of Fat Monk Kong Yu, it is difficult for the bullet to hurt him.

So the fat monk didn't take Cheng Shikun seriously. What he feared the most was Xuan Chen.

"Ding, do you buy the hypnotic symbol LV1?"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully purchasing the hypnotic symbol LV1, worth 500 lucky points."

"Ding, please select the object to use."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully selecting the use object, and the hypnotic symbol LV1 is being activated."

"Ding, the hypnotic symbol LV1 is successfully activated."

Tang Long used his perspective eyes, locked Cheng Shikun on the platform, and then issued an order to release Wei Shiya.

After being stamped into the hypnotic talisman LV1, Cheng Xiaokun's eyes gradually became dull, like a puppet, he pulled Wei Shiya up and walked slowly to Tang Long.

Being hypnotized?

The fat monk Kongyu's face changed. What a domineering hypnosis technique? How did this kid do it?

Tang Longleng said: "Bring Wei Shiya here."

"Yes!" Cheng Shikun grabbed Wei Shiya's arm and said with a dull expression.

Ying Tian, ​​who was standing in front of the window on the second floor, changed his face and said in a deep voice: "No, Cheng Shikun was hypnotized."

"What? Hypnosis?" Ying Tianlong said disbelief: "How is this possible? I haven't seen Tang Long use a pocket watch or something. How could he hypnotize Cheng Shikun?"

Ying Tian did not speak, but called a phone number and said in a serious manner: "Xuanchen, let's look at you next. This kid is very strange. Don't look at his eyes."

"Brother Yingtian, what's wrong with me?" A cold voice came from the opposite side, and Ying Tianlong and his son were trembling all over.

Ying Tian said indifferently: "Don't worry, my master will definitely support you as the leader of the Arhat Hall. Of course, you know the price."

After a pause, Xuan Chen said, "Don't worry, as long as I can become the leader of the Arhat Hall, I will definitely offer you the things."

On the training ground, Cheng Shikun was walking towards Tang Long bit by bit.

"Instructor, what's wrong with you?"

"No, the instructor may have been hypnotized!"

"Brothers, come on me!"

Some students swung their wooden sticks and rushed up.

Tang Long said angrily: "Looking for death!"

Bang.

Suddenly, Tang Long stretched out his claws and grabbed the falling wooden stick. He twisted it hard, and then he heard a "crack" sound, and the wooden stick as thick as an arm was crushed.

"Big fat man, save people!" Tang Long waved his sword and cut off the wooden sticks of the students and shouted at the fat monk behind him.

The fat monk Kongyu nodded secretly, then reached out and grabbed Wei Shiya.

But at this moment, a black shadow fell from the sky and slapped the back of the fat monk Kongyu's hand with one claw. Then there was a "puchi" sound. A scratch on the back of the fat monk's hand, and blood flowed down "tick".
Chapter completed!
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