Looking at the palm of his hand pierced by a nail, Qianye Han had a look of killing intent. He saw him swing his windbreaker with both hands, grab eight nails from the windbreaker, then rotated, squatted to the ground, and threw the nails out with force.

Whoosh swish swish swish.

Eight nails shot out irregularly, stabbing Tang Long's face.

Qianye Han had a grin on his pretty face and snorted: "Look at how you took eight nails?"

I have to say that Qianye Han is very sinister.

In fact, with Tang Long's strength, he could completely avoid it.

But if Tang Long does this, then the passers-by behind him will either die or be injured, which is something Tang Long doesn't want to see.

Obviously, Qianye Han calculated this.

"One finger!

Tang Long stretched out his finger and clamped it at a very fast speed. When Qianye Han came to his senses, the eight nails had been clamped by Tang Long.

"Nani?"

Qianye Han's mouth opened in an "O" shape, looking incredibly at the eight nails between Tang Long's fingers.

It's so incredible. Just a little clamp was clamped and eight nails in different directions were clamped. How could this be possible?

Even a master of the Tang Sect’s hidden weapon, he would definitely not be able to do this like Tang Long.

Tang Long narrowed his eyes and threw them out violently, saying in a cold voice: "I'll give it back to you!"

Whoosh!

A harsh sound of breaking through the air came, and eight iron nails brushed directly from Qianye Han's ear.

"Haha, the Chinese pig is the Chinese pig, and you can shoot it so close?"

"Idiot, can this kid have a hidden weapon?"

"Silly Chinese."

The Japanese who followed Qianye Han couldn't help but mocked him, with disdain on his face.

impossible?!

Qianye Han absolutely doesn't believe that Tang Long can't hit him?

Could it be?

Puff puff puff puff.

At this moment, the eight must have suddenly turned back and shot directly into Qianye Han's back.

"Nani?!" The oriental bodyguards were completely stunned and rubbed their eyes incredibly.

Qianye Han's body softened and pointed at Tang Long and said, "How...how could it be turned?"

Seeing that Qianye Han was shot by an iron nail, other Eastern bodyguards also took out Eastern swords and rushed towards Tang Long.

Bang.

Tang Long Meng slapped the table, and saw the disposable chopsticks of the chopsticks flying up. Then he reached out and grabbed them and threw them out.

Puff puff puff puff.

The chopsticks shot through the oriental swords directly, and finally knocked away the orientals.

All the Japanese people's expressions were horrified, their mouths were as open as duck eggs.

Even Qianye Han was frightened. How could this be possible? How could wooden chopsticks shoot through the oriental knife?

Tang Long took a sip of cigarette and shouted coldly: "Get out!"

"Let's go!" Qianye Han struggled to get up, turned around and left.

"So amazing. They beat the Japanese away in just a few seconds."

"Brother, that's a good one."

"He looks very ordinary, how could he have such strong explosive power?"

Other guests at the roadside stalls also applauded.

Tang Long spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and threw a stack of money on the dining table.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully activating Shunfeng Ear LV1, can retrieve nearby sounds and make classifications."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully retrieving the 'suspicious voice'. Did it eavesdrop on it?"

"Ding, the 'suspicious voice' is eavesdropping."

But at this moment, the system detected a strange sound.

Looking in the direction of the sound search, I saw a man wearing a hoodie calling someone.

The man in the hoodie lowered his voice and said, "Young Master Lie, you can basically confirm that the King of Hell's post fell into Tang Long's hands."

"Are you serious?" An excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

The man in the hoodie nodded and said, "It's absolutely impossible to be wrong. I just secretly took the video. Mr. Lie can watch it."

"Send it here." After saying that, Tang Lie hung up the phone.

Soon, the man in the hoodie sent the video over, and when Tang Lie clicked on the playback, he almost vomited blood.

"Flax fell, flax fell."

The voices of women were heard throughout the room.

Tang Lie realized something was wrong and hurriedly called the man in the hoodie, but after calling for a long time, he still couldn't get through, and kept reminding, "The phone number you called has been turned off."

Tang Lie, the direct descendant of the Tang Sect, comes from one of the eight houses of the Tang Sect. He is proficient in various hidden weapons and is also very strong. He has learned martial arts in the Wudang Sect before and is considered a brother to Zhang Tianhu.

The purpose of Tang Lie to the East China Sea this time was very simple, which was to retake the title of King of Hell.

After hitting the man with a hoodie, Tang Long drove to Kowloon Security Company.

As soon as I arrived at the company's door, I heard the noise of smashing and smashing everywhere in the company.

"Wei Shiya, don't think that you can talk to me like this after holding Tang Long's thigh. I'm not as literary as Liu Yidao. I'm not something you can afford to get angry?" The office area was surrounded by a group of people, and Xiong Batian was the leader.

This time Xiong Batian came for revenge.

For Xiong Batian, the shame of last night is vivid in my mind, and even the dream can be awakened.

Xiong Batian now has no appetite for eating. As long as he closes his eyes, he will be the toilet full of shit.

Wei Shiya said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Xiong Batian, please leave immediately, our company will not accept your business."

Bang!

Suddenly, Xiong Batian slapped a desk and slapped the desk in half. Wei Shiya and her colleagues were so scared that they hurriedly retreated.

Xiong Batian lit a cigar and said in a threatening tone: "What if I must ask you to pick it up?"

"Old classmate, why don't you say hello to me when you come?" At this moment, Tang Long walked forward smoking and stood in front of Wei Shiya.

Tang Long?!

Xiong Batian twitched a few times and subconsciously took a few steps back.

The little brother following Xiong Batian said nervously: "Brother Xiong, do you want to call someone?"

Xiong Batian pushed away the younger brother behind him and said disdainfully: "The person named Mao, I am also good at fighting with you, Brother Xiong. Last night, it was Tang Long who relied on the number of people. Today is different. I, Xiong Batian, don't need to be afraid of him, Tang Long."

"Old classmate, what should I drink? Why don't I get some poop?" Tang Long smoked and said in a teasing tone.

Xiong Batian shook his hair, pulled out a pig-killing knife from his back, and shook it a few times and said, "Tang Long, stop pretending, I have investigated it clearly. You have nothing to do with Black Shark Hall. The only thing that has something to do with you is Bai Peihan, the chairman of Black Shark Group. If I guess correctly, you should be the young white-faced person raised by Bai Peihan, right? Even she paid for this company, right?"

Tang Long spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and said with a snorted smile: "What? Are you very jealous of me? There is no way, Brother Long, I am just handsome, someone is willing to spend my wallet? No way?"

"Fuck, you're about to die, and you're still pretending to be so stupid?! Go and die!"

As he said that, Xiong Batian waved his knife and slashed at Tang Long's neck.

Bang.

Suddenly, Tang Long reached out and grabbed the tip of the Pig Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Kill

When Xiong Batian reacted, the tip of the pig-killing knife had already hit his Adam's apple. Xiong Batian was so scared that he raised his head and his face was covered in cold sweat.

"Don't force me to kill you, get out!"
Chapter completed!