Chen Yao and Pei Miao got out of the car. After getting off the car, Chen Yao shouted: "Zhang Jun, where is Zhang Jun?"

“Here is here.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a black sportswear walked out from behind a pile of diesel barrels with a cold smile on his face.

Seeing this, Chen Yao felt something was wrong, so he took a step back and said vigilantly: "You are not Zhang Jun!"

Pei Miao felt the murderous aura on the other party, squinted his eyes and asked, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be Zhang Jun and attracting us here!"

"The dead are not worthy of knowing so much." The other party was too lazy to answer their questions. He put away his phone, stepped forward quickly, reached out and punched Chen Yao in the chest.

The man in black was very fast, and Chen Yao had no time to dodge. He was so scared that he stood there and couldn't move.

Pei Miao suddenly moved horizontally and came to Chen Yao. He raised his right hand and pushed it on the other party's fist. When the fists and palms touched each other, Pei Miao felt a huge impact force. He even had an illusion that he was not receiving a fist, but an iron hammer.

Pei Miao was shocked by this powerful force and took four or five steps in a row. The other party was forced to take a step back, giving Pei Miao a look of approval, and then said, "Yes, no wonder more than a dozen people can't beat you, and they really have some skills."

Pei Miao felt that half of his right arm was numb and secretly glad that he had bent his arm slightly and removed half of the force of the other party, otherwise his right arm would have been broken just now.
Chapter completed!