I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

"What idiot is driving so fast on this road..."

Zhang Xianzai complained and suddenly noticed the blurry figure in the other party's windshield, which was a red color.

red!!

The car is still accelerating, direction...

This is coming towards me!

Chen Yongxiao, it was Chen Yongxiao in the car, he didn't run away at all...

Zhang Xianzai was horrified and started the car quickly. But before he had driven for a few seconds, there was a loud crash and he was directly stuck in the outer wall of the apartment.

……

Chen Jiajun took two iron bars, pushed open the car door and got out.

Two cars away, Zhang Xianzai also staggered out: "You want to fight, right? I'll play with you..."

"Go on." Chen Jiajun took steady steps and threw an iron rod at the opponent.

Still has some martial virtue!

Zhang Xianzai looked at the iron rod flying towards him and was about to reach out when he suddenly realized that the iron rod was flying at such a height that he needed to jump to reach it.

No, I was deceived...

This bastard! !

When he came to his senses, an iron rod with an afterimage was reflected in his pupils, and at the same time, he heard the sound of it breaking through the air.

bang——

The iron rod hit Zhang Xianzai's cheek hard.

As a row of teeth flew out, Zhang Xianzai felt dizzy and the whole world in his eyes began to turn upside down.

The roar of the cars' collisions attracted the attention of everyone in the apartment plaza. In their sight, a ferocious-looking man was chasing a guy in a suit.

"The man in the suit seems to be Zhang Xianzai, the deputy director of the Kendo Department of the Martial Arts Association who interviewed the news last night." Someone said.

"No way, that's too rubbish. The moment they met, they were beaten and ran away in panic."

"It was really him. He claimed in the interview that Chen Yongxiao didn't have the courage to stand in front of him..."

"It seems that our country's martial arts association is completely rotten. This kind of garbage actually dared to say that Chen Yongxiao was not worthy of dueling with him. He is indeed not worthy, but it is the other way around."

There were constant jeers and sneers from the crowd.

The image of him being beaten like a pig head is completely different from the confident and majestic figure in the interview last night.

……

Inside the security room, the security captain said into the phone, "Officer Li, it's not over yet. They've started fighting again."

"Didn't you say that everyone who came here was beaten down? What happened?"

"There's also Zhang Xianzai. He was sitting in the car watching before, and now..."

The voice was interrupted: "Go and stop him first, don't let him beat him to death."

The security captain was very reluctant: "How can I stop him? He's like a killing god. I'm afraid I'll get beaten if I go up to him."

A reply came from the other end of the phone: "Zhang Xianzai has an important position after all. He will pay attention to the social impact. Don't worry, he won't hit you..."

The security captain was at a loss for words: "Of course he won't. He's being beaten right now, and his legs are broken."

"What did you say?"

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment. "Are you saying that Chen Yongxiao beat up twenty people and now he's beating up Zhang Xianzai?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you saw Zhang Xianzai clearly? He is not that weak."

In a police car several blocks away from Genting Apartments, Li Mingshuo fell into deep thought.

As a young and strong representative of the Martial Arts Association, Zhang Xianzai has real strength. I have seen his competitions before and he is definitely not weak.

A voice came from the phone: "Are you sure? Is it possible that he is not weak, but the other one is terrifyingly strong?"

……

With a snap, the knee of the other foot was also broken.

"hiss……"

Zhang Xianzai groaned, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he crawled with his hands trying to get into the car.

If you were still angry about being ambushed at the beginning, then at this moment, the only thought in your mind is to escape desperately.

The next moment, his feet were grabbed and his body was dragged backwards.

The ruthless iron rod came down again, and he quickly raised his hand to block it. With another groan, several of his fingers were broken.

I felt an immense amount of regret in my heart. I should have chosen to duel earlier instead of enduring such humiliation...

There was almost no real competition and he was already defeated.

There will be no chance in the future. Both knees are broken. It is impossible for him to fully recover at this age, and his athletic ability will decline sharply.