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While speaking, Mi Hsinghee's body trembled, the powerful Internal Strength spread out from his body, forming a faintly discernable Aura Shield, the raindrops that fell were actually separated by the Aura Shield, and then were immediately flung out.

When Internal Strength was released, he was indeed a Grandmaster.

Uncle Zhong was shocked. He clenched both his hands into dragon fists and took a defensive stance.

From Uncle Zhong's hand gesture, Mi Hsinghee could immediately tell that it was the same as Jiang Wuchen's fist path. His feet trembled, and the ground shook a little as well.

Uncle Zhong retreated two steps, his hands drew a circle to block, his fists turned into dragon claws, grabbing towards Mi Hsinghee's wrist.

Mi Hsinghee shook his fist, and a burst of Spirit Qi exploded out, causing Uncle Zhong to instantly open wide, with no way to block, this formless Spirit Qi immediately struck Uncle Zhong's chest.

Bang.

Uncle Zhong only felt as if his chest was struck by an iron hammer, he immediately retreated two steps with a face full of shock.

"Hur Hur Hur Hur, you still want to hold me hostage? You overestimate yourself! " Mi Hsinghee attacked once again, with his palms from left to right and his elbows bent, a burst of energy shot out explosively.

Bang.

Yet another strike to Uncle Zhong's chest.

This time, Uncle Zhong found it hard to persevere. He retreated three steps with a thud, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The dozens of workers beside him looked and said, "We can't let him hit our boss!"

"The Uncle Zhong is so good to us. Everyone attack together and kick this bully out."

"Charge!"

Dozens of workers swarmed forward.

Behind him, a few people dressed in Ming Hei joined the battle. These people were all experts of the Eight Extreme Trigram. They showed no mercy and immediately beat them back with fists and knees.

More than a dozen workers surrounded Mi Hsinghee and rushed forward. Mi Hsinghee's body trembled, and a huge gust of air spread out, instantly knocking all of them down.

Plop, plop.

One by one, they fell to the slippery ground.

"Hur Hur Hur Hur." Mi Hsinghee laughed complacently, "Go back and tell Jiang Wuchen, don't give me any conditions. Mermaid bar, Bluestone Arena, I will wait, oh, that's right, wear that cute Ghost Genealogy mask, hahaha." Mi Hsinghee laughed as he sat in the carriage.

The other Man In Black s also got on their cars and two cars turned around.

As the car window descended, Mi Hsinghee laughed: "The location here is not bad, if he doesn't come, then this place will be mine, hehe." He glanced at Uncle Zhong in disdain for a moment, then turned his head. With the windows raised, the two cars sped up and left.

"Wow."

Uncle Zhong spat out another mouthful of blood. A Grandmaster, was a Grandmaster after all. In front of a Grandmaster, any Martial Cultivation with the power of a Grandmaster would not be able to withstand a single blow.

"Boss."

A few workers who were not seriously injured came over and helped Uncle Zhong up. Their faces were filled with grief and indignation, "Call the police, let the police arrest this group of people."

The old gatekeeper said, "I've already called. The police will be here shortly."

Uncle Zhong's internal organs rolled, even breathing was difficult. His entire body was drenched in the rain, "Don't call the police, it's useless. Help me back to my room."

The one who had the most severe injuries was Uncle Zhong. Even though his outer appearance couldn't be seen, his internal organs were already injured. It would be impossible for him to recuperate within three to five months.

The group helped the Uncle Zhong into his bedroom and sat down.

Uncle Zhong channeled his Internal Strength, only then did he realize that the problem was even more severe than he had expected. Those two punches had not only severely injured his organs, but had also injured his meridians.

"Uncle Zhong."

"Boss, how are you?"

The foreman Elder Bang said in concern. Man In Black had also smashed a bloody wound on his cheek, and blood was still flowing out.

The Uncle Zhong gently waved his hand, "Tell the brothers, this group of people, is not … It's useless even if we call the police, since the police are here. Don't spout nonsense, okay? "

"This …"

The foreman looked at the workers with a dejected expression.

The Uncle Zhong said: "I have implicated everyone in this matter. How about this, if everyone is injured, we can immediately go to the doctor, and all expenses will be covered by the company, okay?"

"We are only suffering from superficial wounds and will be fine. However, you, Boss, your injuries do not seem light at all." Old Bon said worriedly.

At this moment, Uncle Zhong's face was pale, and he looked pale.

"Don't worry about me. Just let me rest for a bit." The Uncle Zhong said.

"Sigh, alright then. We'll leave first."

The workers left the bedroom and closed the door.

Uncle Zhong coughed violently, he spat out another mouthful of black blood, the scene in front of his eyes blurred and he felt dizzy. He lay on the bed for a while before he felt better.

Reaching out his hand, he touched the bottom of the pillow, the bottle of Body Tempering Liquid s that Jiang Wuchen had given him.

This item was worth a lot and he had always been reluctant to use it. Now, he prepared to use it, he filled the bathtub in the washroom with water, then poured half a bottle of Body Tempering Liquid and lied down.

In less than a minute, Uncle Zhong could no longer hold it in. The burning pain made him want to cry, but there were no tears.

Just like that, an hour passed before the pain disappeared.

Due to being too tired, Uncle Zhong fell asleep.

When he woke up, the sky was already bright, so he immediately jumped out of the water and washed his body clean. Looking at the black pool of dirty water, he could not help but be shocked, "This Body Tempering Liquid is truly extraordinary, it's so mystical, is it? Eh? The pain in my chest seems to have disappeared. "

The Uncle Zhong immediately activated the Internal Strength, causing his blood channels to become much more spacious, the Internal Strength also becoming much stronger.

"Whew."

The Uncle Zhong heaved a sigh of relief, "If he knew it would be like this, he would have used this bottle of solution a long time ago."

Coming out from the washroom, Uncle Zhong was dressed and sitting on the sofa. Looking at the workers outside, he wondered if he should tell Jiang Wuchen what happened last night.

"Sigh, the young master is still too young. He is only a martial master, and that Mi Hsinghee is already a grandmaster! I, a perfect Martial Master, am unable to fight back in his hands. Even if the Young Master were to fight him, I'm afraid … This matter cannot be told to the young master, absolutely not!

But, if this Mi Hsinghee comes back to look for trouble, what should I do? " Uncle Zhong was immediately filled with worry. The company had been operating till today, and everything was on track, especially the recent days. With the hundreds of thousands of yuan per day, it was the harvest time.

"One step, one step." Uncle Zhong thought, "If there's really no other way, I'll just send the Young Master out of the Haichuan. Even if there's more money, if there's no life, it's still useless."

At this moment, Jiang Wuchen was not aware of the news that his Uncle Zhong had been severely injured by Mi Hsinghee. He woke up early in the morning, and went to the Hundred Herb Hall at the Medicinal Herbs Distribution Center to look for Liu Chuanhai to buy some medicinal ingredients to prepare to refine the Huangyao Pill.