The Wudang Junior Master

Try?

I'll try you uncle!

At this moment, in Wang Ai's heart, Zhang Wuling was no different from a madman.

No wonder your ancestor is called Zhang Sanfeng, it turns out he is so crazy!

Wang Ai was very angry, but he didn't dare to fight with Zhang Wuling.

Because he couldn't bet whether Zhang Wuling really dared to attack his Wang family. Not to mention the Wang family, his beloved great-grandson was still here.

Even if Zhang Wuling did not attack the Wang family, he would not be able to accept killing him and Wang Bing here.

After thinking calmly, Wang Ai smiled like an old tree blooming, and all the wrinkles on his face were rolled up.

"Hahaha, Taoist Zhang, look at what you said. I was just joking. This Fenghou Qimen belongs to Zhou Sheng, and Zhou Sheng is from Wudang. So it is reasonable for Fenghou Qimen to belong to Wudang."

Wang Ai smiled and said, "Actually, my Wang family is just curious. After all, we also have one of the Eight Wonders. Even if Taoist Zhang didn't say anything, we wouldn't do anything to Brother Wang Ye. This is all a misunderstanding."

Zhang Wuling naturally didn't believe these words. He would rather believe that an old sow could climb a tree than believe the bullshit of this old fox.

"Master Wang, please don't. If you insist a little longer, maybe I will give you the Fenghou Qimen."

You'll give a shit!

Wang Ai cursed in his heart, just as Zhang Wuling did not believe what he said, he would not believe Zhang Wuling's bullshit.

He would rather believe that an old sow can climb a tree than believe that Zhang Wuling will hand over Fenghou Qimen to him!

But of course, I can’t say what’s in my heart. After all, if I say it out loud, how can it still be called what’s in my heart?

Wang Ai said with a smile, "Oh, Taoist Zhang, this is all a misunderstanding. This incident is my Wang family's fault. How about this? I'll have someone set up a table at the Jingcheng Hotel as an apology to Taoist Zhang and Wang Ye. What do you think?"

"Eat? Forget it." Zhang Wuling put his hand away and said calmly, "Since Mr. Wang is so sincere in admitting his mistake, I can't bully him and accuse him of not respecting my elders. How about this? You give me one of your arms and we'll be done with it. How about that?"

what!

When these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was shocked.

Let Wang Ai cut off his own arm? How is that any different from killing him?

"Zhang..." Wang Ai stood up suddenly, his eyes wide and bloodshot, unable to suppress the murderous intent that emanated from his body. "Zhang Wuling, don't go too far!"

"Too much bullying?"

Zhang Wuling grinned grimly, opened his right hand and exerted his strength, sucking Wang Bing over directly, grabbing his neck and lifting him in mid-air.

The action was so fast that Wang Ai had no time to react and failed to save Wang Bing in time.

Zhang Wuling grabbed Wang Bing's neck and squinted his eyes. "Master Wang, I have always been kind and compassionate. How could I really do something like wiping out an entire family? How about this? I'll make a loss-making deal. I'll give you a choice: either give me an arm, or I'll take Wang Bing's life. It's your choice."

"You!" Wang Ai's eyes were bloodshot and he pointed at Zhang Wuling and was about to curse.

However, when he heard the sound of bones rubbing against each other, his mind instantly became clear.

Looking at Wang Bing again, his face had turned purple and his neck was slightly deformed.

At this moment, Wang Ai had no doubt that if he really dared to curse, the bastard in front of him would really break his baby's neck.

Because he could clearly feel that Zhang Wuling's murderous intent was not strong, but very pure.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the other party, his precious grandson's life is no different from that of an ant...

Wang Ai was trembling all over. He couldn't fight back, and he didn't dare to scold. He was so old, and had never suffered such humiliation.

"Go!" Wang Ai turned his head and shouted to the men beside him, "Go get a knife!"

The subordinate was startled and said, "Old man..."

"Why don't you go quickly? Do you want me to treat you?"

"Yes... yes..." The subordinate glanced at the angry Wang Ai and was about to walk out.

However, before he could even take a step, Zhang Wuling raised his hand and blew a gust of wind, sending him flying.

"No need." Zhang Wuling smiled coldly, "It's not easy to get a knife. I can give it to you for free."

The old fox really thought he couldn't see that Wang Ai was openly asking someone to get a knife, but in fact he was asking that person to go out and call for help.

Who to call?

Anyway, if it’s not the Wang family, it must be someone from the company or the relevant department.

Zhang Wuling flipped his left hand, took out a fruit knife from his sleeve and threw it to Wang Ai.

"Master Wang, look, I've prepared everything for you."

Wang Ai looked at the small fruit knife in his hand, his old face as black as coal.

This was not only because his purpose had been seen through, but also because asking him to chop off his arm with a fruit knife was not only a humiliation, but also an attempt to torture him!

"Master Wang, you'd better hurry up. Your darling grandson won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Wang Ai took a quick look and saw that Wang Bing had started to suffer from incontinence, his eyes had rolled back, his neck had become thinner, and it looked like he was about to die.

Wang Ai was breathing heavily, his right hand trembling as he held the fruit knife, his eyes becoming increasingly bloodshot.

"what!!!"

With a roar, Wang Ai raised the fruit knife and stabbed it into his shoulder. Just as he was about to stab it with the knife, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

Zhang Wuling grabbed Wang Ai's hand and said in shock, "Oh, Mr. Wang, you're such a jerk! I just wanted to know if you really meant what you said. Why did you actually do that? You didn't have to do this!"

He let go of his hand and threw Wang Bing to the ground, leaving him with a last breath.

Zhang Wuling grabbed the fruit knife and pulled it out. Wang Ai groaned and a stream of blood spurted out.

"Ah, Mr. Wang, you were so quick! I couldn't stop you in time. Fortunately, no further damage was caused."

Wang Ai was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and staring at someone with his eyes.

"Zhang Wuling, you!"

Zhang Wuling blocked Wang Ai's mouth and nodded, "Don't say anything, Mr. Wang. I understand. This incident seems to be a misunderstanding. I don't take it to heart anymore. Please don't mind it either."

At this moment, Wang Ai, who had practiced for a lifetime, was diagnosed with a disease called hypertension.

He could no longer speak. Not only his lips but his whole body was shaking as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

"Hey, who's that?" Zhang Wuling shouted at Wang Ai's men not far away, "Hurry up and get someone to bandage the old man's wound. Seriously, how can you be so clueless? Old man, your men are no good. You'd better replace them."

The man glanced at Wang Ai, and seeing that his master didn't say a word, he didn't dare to say anything more. He lowered his head and quickly ran out to call for help.

Zhang Wuling supported Wang Ai's body, and the murderous aura disappeared without a trace. A bright smile appeared on his face, and he looked gentle and cheerful.

"Old man, please take a rest and take care of yourself."

Wang Ai gritted his teeth and didn't want to bother with the shameless man beside him.

But who knew that the next second, a sentence would immediately break his defense.

"By the way, old man, you just said you wanted to set up a table at the Jingcheng Hotel. When should we go? Do you want to make a reservation now?"

"puff--"