The contract son-in-law of the female president

They are all innate masters, okay? Can you respect them?
Quan Huai raised his clenched fist with white knuckles, and spat out a cold light.

"Don't worry, you will remember us."

Immediately, the innate qi erupted, and countless fiery red rays of light were reflected around it.

It means that he is a natural master with super explosive power.

"Jingyang Killing Tiger Fist!"

Shouting loudly, the light bulb above his head shattered all over the place, and other glass products in the room also shattered, emitting bursts of strange noises.

It was too late to say, but soon, Quan Huai's fist was like a shell just out of the chamber, and it smashed towards Wang Yi's face with a strong spiral wind.

Night Tiger Wei Jingshan frowned, his eyes full of horror.

Big brother's boxing skills are becoming more and more exquisite. If it is him, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Wang Yi smiled contemptuously, and didn't even need to take a horse stance.

Throwing out a punch lightly, like a grain of sand at the bottom of a flood.

Although drifting with the tide, it contains great energy.

With a bang, the two fists collided.

A fiery red light burst out.

It was the embers of Quan Huai's true energy.

When Wei Jingshan saw it, he couldn't help exclaiming: "Good!"

Amidst the applause, the people in the study came out.

But when they came to the living room, they found that there were only two people standing.

One handsome guy, the other is the short Wei Jingshan.

Wei Jingshan's expression was stiff, his eyes were dull, and his pupils were dilated, as if he saw the scene of the sky falling apart.

"what happened?"

Among the people who came out, a fat middle-aged man asked stammeringly.

He always felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he looked around.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

On the table behind him lay a huge figure.

Taking a closer look, it was Quan Huai whom he had invited.

"You, you, you killed him?" Zhao Wuliang pointed at Wang Yi's hand with trembling lips, also trembling.

If Fist Tiger is killed, then...wouldn't his life be lost?
Wei Jingshan next to him was full of murderous intent, his lower lip wrapped tightly around his upper lip, and two ruthless gazes shot out from his eyes.

"When you practice assassination, what you should learn is how to hide your aura, not make it so public." Wang Yi glanced at Wei Jingshan lightly, and shook his head slightly.

But Wei Jingshan ignored it, moved his wrist slightly, and a short black knife appeared in the palm of his hand.

Immediately, he and Wang Yi looked at each other.

In just two seconds, Wang Yi's eyes tended to blink.

At this time, Wei Jingshan suddenly launched an attack.

The dagger cut across the air, like an eagle flying across the sky, extremely fast, with only an afterimage.

The whole process, without a trace of sound.

Done in absolute silence.

But when the dagger reached Wang Yi's throat, a ding sound broke the silence.

It also broke Wei Jingshan's offensive and psychological defense.

The next moment, Wei Jingshan felt cold all over his body, and all his strength poured out uncontrollably.

He knew he was done.

Like his big brother, dying.

At the last moment, he stared at Wang Yi firmly.

A face younger than theirs.

Peerless master, this thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

Never thought that they would crash in the small Jiangcheng.

Pfft!
Night Tiger Wei Jingshan fell to the ground.

puff puff...

Then a series of muffled sounds came, one after another.

Wang Yi looked up and smiled.

Zhao Wuliang and the others all knelt down on the ground, burying their heads and not daring to look at him.

"Who is Zhao Wuliang?" Wang Yi said calmly.

Boom!
Zhao Wuliang's body trembled violently, and then he seemed unable to stop, trembling all over his body like chaff.

"He, he is—" Behind Zhao Wuliang, a white-haired old man pointed at him.

Everyone was silent like a cicada, fearing that they would not be freed sooner.

Wang Yi walked up to Zhao Wuliang, sneered and said, "You are Zhao Wuliang, and you don't have superhuman abilities, why are you so awesome?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Wuliang and the others shook their heads in a daze.

"Dad, the money from the Blue Sky Group is always here." Suddenly, a young man with a curly hair came in outside, leading a middle-aged man with thinning hair behind him.

Just as Zhao Wuliang was about to speak, his face was as solemn as water.

It was his son Zhao Ling who came.

Son, you must not come in.

But it was too late.

Zhao Ling and Qian Wanshan came in, and when they saw Wei Jingshan's body on the ground, they were terrified.

Looking inside, a straight figure stood in front of them, and under the figure, a familiar face lay on the ground.

"Dad, you are..."

Zhao Ling couldn't believe his eyes.

How could the father, who has always been arrogant, bow down to others, and even knelt down.

"Master Zhao, long time no see."

Wang Yi turned around, stared at Zhao Ling, and smiled.

"You trash?" Zhao Ling blurted out.

He used to look down on Wang Yi who was nothing, but now that Wang Yi made his father kneel down, he hated Wang Yi even more.

"It's me, but who is trash, I don't know."

Wang Yi pulled a chair and sat down, looking at Zhao Wuliang and his son, the father was kneeling and the son was standing.

If this is for ordinary people, and Zhao Ling is not beaten to death, he will definitely not give up.

Zhao Ling reached out to support Zhao Wuliang, and asked about the situation softly.

But at this moment, Zhao Wuliang was scared out of his wits, his eyes were dull, and he couldn't ask any questions at all.

The innate master who spent a lot of money to hire died suddenly in the blink of an eye, and he had already broken the defense.

The white-haired old man next to him whispered: "He killed all the masters invited by the Patriarch."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ling's pupils suddenly condensed into a needle, and he looked at Wang Yi in horror.

"It's all you, you killed it?"

For a moment, he was so frightened that he could hardly speak.

He has seen the strength of the two tigers with his own eyes. In the battle last night, both of them killed more than 200 people from each other.

Calculated according to his strength, wouldn't Wang Yi be able to fight hundreds of people?

Thinking about it, he was terrified, his calves were shaking.

"It's just two talents, it doesn't take much effort, but I don't mind if you insist on buying me a cup of tea."

At this time, Wang Yi is not in a hurry to do things.

The Zhao family father and son are all here and cannot escape.

Now it is necessary to find out who is supporting the Zhao family in making troubles.

When the air solidified, the white-haired old man behind hurriedly got up and ran before he could stand still.

He brewed a new cup of tea at the back and handed it tremblingly to Wang Yi.

Wang Yi was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect there to be such a sincere person.

Behind Zhao Ling, Qian Wanshan almost didn't laugh out loud.

Although the current scene is scary, it is almost less interesting than the tragedy he saw back then.

"Where do you have the confidence to stand up and become masters in Jiangcheng?"

Wang Yi's gaze seemed so piercing that Zhao Ling dared not meet his gaze.

"Of course it's the Blue Sky Group!"

Seeing that the timing was about right, Qian Wanshan stood up from behind Zhao Ling and gave the Zhao family father and son a contemptuous look.

"Oh? Do you know what's going on?" Wang Yi waved to Qian Wanshan, motioning him to come over.