The enchanting driver of the female president of Bingshan

in the hall.

The voice of the beauty host fell.

Liu Yiyi, Mr. Zhang and Zhao Cheng got up one after another and ignored Zhang Shaoyang.

But when the three of them were about to go to the stage together, Zhang Shaoyang stood in front of Zhao Cheng: "Mr. Zhao, before you go to the stage, I have something to show you."

"I don't have time right now." Zhao Cheng flatly refused.

But Zhang Shaoyang still took out his mobile phone, clicked on a video on it, and handed it over.

Zhao Cheng had no choice but to take a look.

But the moment he saw the video, his face became extremely ugly.

"what happened?"

Liu Yiyi frowned and asked.

Zhao Cheng shook his head quickly: "You go up first, and I will follow right away."

Both Liu Yiyi and Mr. Zhang felt that something was wrong, but looking at the empty stage, they could only go up and give it a try.

Watching them step onto the stage, Zhao Cheng's chest heaved continuously.

The video he saw just now was the scene where Zhao Hongbin was kidnapped.

He was furious, but he didn't dare to say anything, and he couldn't help shouting: "Mr. Zhang, you are kidnapping and breaking the law."

"Breaking the law? Have you heard that people from the Eight Great Families of Yanjing have broken the law?" Zhang Shaoyang spread his hands, not paying attention to his words.

"Then what do you want?" Zhao Cheng asked through gritted teeth.

"It's not that bad. From now on, you just need to sit here obediently for 10 minutes, and your son will come back to you in the afternoon, otherwise..."

Zhang Shaoyang sneered twice, a hint of ferocity unconsciously appeared on that handsome face.

"Are you threatening me?"

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath.

For so many years in the vertical and horizontal shopping malls, he has never been threatened like this.

However, that Zhang Shaoyang didn't care, and still smiled lightly: "You can understand it this way, but I think you will promise me."

When Zhao Cheng heard this, his face became extremely ugly: "You let me talk to my son first to make sure he is still alive."

"no problem."

Zhang Shaoyang agreed, and dialed a number casually.

The call is connected.

On the opposite side, a voice of panic and crying came immediately.

"Dad, you must save me!"

Hearing this voice, Zhao Cheng seemed to have lost all his strength, allowing his body to sit slumped on the chair behind him.

"Don't worry, Dad will definitely save you."

He trembled and finished the sentence, then hung up the phone.

Then, he looked at the stage with almost slack eyes. There were two partners who trusted him on it. If he went up by himself, he would be worthy of their trust.

but……

There is only one son!

Isn't it just to leave a fortune for future generations by working hard for half of your life?

If the only son died, then what was the point of my hard work all these years?
"Yes, I'm sorry."

……

now.

Dongcheng Suburbs.

In an abandoned factory building.

There are three middle-aged people staying there.

The current one is short in stature, with an ordinary face, and there is nothing special about him, but if you look closely, you will find that his five fingers are protruding and joints, which are very strong and powerful.

As for the two middle-aged men in the back, apart from their tall and strong bodies, there was nothing attractive about them.

On the opposite side of the three of them, Zhao Hongbin was tied to a wooden chair with a thick hemp rope.

He was covered in blood, and he was talking to Zhao Cheng with a pale face.

"Dudu..."

After a few words, the phone hung up.

Next to him, the tall middle-aged man put away his phone and slapped him hard.

"You bastard, I wasted half a day of my time." The man cursed angrily, raised his fist and prepared to hit him again.

But at this moment, a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile came in.

"As a person of martial arts, but you threaten to bully an ordinary person, you people have completely lost the dignity of martial arts."

The expressions of the three people changed upon hearing this.

"Who, who are you?"

When the tortured Zhao Hongbin heard the voice, he burst into tears and said, "Boss, you finally came to save me."

Between the doors, a ray of sunlight shines in.

Under the sunlight, a slender shadow slowly gathered, and behind that shadow, a straight and thin figure stepped forward.

It was Wu Tao who came.

He glanced at the three of them, and couldn't help frowning: "One late stage of external strength, two early stages of external strength, although it is much worse than expected, but it is not enough to bully ordinary people, right?"

Hearing this, the short middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Why do we need you to tell us how to do things?"

"I didn't mean to point fingers, it's just that you caught my men." Wu Tao said with a light touch on Zhao Hongbin.

At this time, Zhou Xiaohu also followed in panting.

The three of them were puzzled at first, but when they saw Zhou Xiaohu, they immediately burst into laughter: "Who am I? It turns out that it's the gangsters we drove away just now. You are also worthy to save me in my hands." people?"

After the voice fell, the two tall middle-aged men stepped forward and smashed them with huge fists.

That punch was fierce and powerful, especially when the two of them were running, it seemed to bring out the power of breaking mountains and cracking rocks.

But in Wu Tao's eyes, they are still in the early stages of external strength. They may have some strength, but they are very flashy.

He stretched out his right hand, and lightly drew a semicircle in the air. At the moment when the fists of the two hit, he released the two forces. What was even more frightening was that there seemed to be no force in the semicircle regenerated, and the two People got involved and threw them directly out of the gate.

"Ah ah ah..."

After screaming for a while, the two never got up again.

Seeing this, the short middle-aged man's face suddenly changed: "You, are you also a martial artist?"

"Did you just find out now?"

A faint smile appeared on Wu Tao's face.

"Hmph, if that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude."

The short middle-aged man let out a cold snort, and the bones in his hands crackled. Then, a pair of iron fists clenched tightly and smashed towards him like lightning.

"Reinforced and iron-framed, with internal strength, your hand is indeed much stronger than those two just now."

Wu Tao was as motionless as a mountain, and said softly.

During the action, the short middle-aged man snorted angrily: "Since I'm scared, it's still too late to get out now."

"That's unnecessary."

Wu Tao chuckled and shook his head.

"court death!"

The angry shout came out, and those iron fists came in front of Wu Tao.

But the next moment, the short middle-aged man froze and stopped completely.

He lowered his head slowly, looked at the blood dripping from his chest, and showed disbelief on his face: "Exercise your inner energy and hurt people from the air, you are the master of energy transformation!"

"Grandmaster of Huajin? It should be considered."

Wu Tao put away the pointed index finger and chuckled lightly.

He has already refined his true energy, and with his late-stage cultivation of inner strength, even if he is still far from the master of Huajin, it is not too far away, not to mention that with the spiritual fruit of the ancient tree integrated into his heart, he is confident that he will be able to do so in a single state. Within a month, the cultivation base will break through to Huajin.