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"Whap."

Chen Yao didn't waste any more words. A brick directly smashed onto Hoodlum's head. Hoodlum was directly smashed into the ground by Chen Yao's brick, causing blood to continuously flow out from his forehead.

"Hiss."

A series of gasps could be heard from the crowd. Regardless of whether it was the people from Uncle's neighbors or those who killed Matt, they all looked at Chen Yao with some astonishment.

Ruthlessness! This brat is really too ruthless. Not only is he very decisive, he did not waste any time. Hoodlum did not even have time to react before he was knocked unconscious by Chen Yao's Brick.

"Brat, you're courting death."

The red-hair who was standing beside Hoodlum, after being knocked unconscious by a brick, raised the iron rod in his hand and smashed it furiously towards Chen Yao.

"Hmph."

Chen Yao disdainfully glanced at the red hair before directly grabbing at the iron rod.

What was even more surprising was that the iron rod that was aimed at Chen Yao was actually tightly grasped in Chen Yao's hand, unable to move at all.

"Brat, you …"

The red hair looked at Chen Yao as if he had seen a ghost.

Chen Yao shook his head and said, "Your strength is still too small."

Chen Yao directly kicked at the red-hair's chest.

"Thud."

The iron rod left the red hair's hand. Chen Yao's kick sent him flying three to four meters back before he landed on the ground. Blood was spurting out of his mouth. He reckoned that one or two of his ribs had been broken.

Chen Yao held the iron rod in his hand. He looked around at the people who had killed Matt, and then gripped the end of the iron rod with both of his hands. He exerted force, and the two thumb-thick, solid iron rods were broken and bent.

"Oh my god, how strong is this kid's strength?"

Everyone present stared at Chen Yao with widened eyes, as if they had seen a ghost.

The group of people who killed Matt knew that they had met a master practitioner today, and they were all scared to the point that their legs were trembling.

It was just a broken iron rod. For Chen Yao, who possessed the Thousand Jin Descent sacred art, even if he were to use his full strength, he would still be able to break it with a single punch.

Chen Yao raised the already completed iron rod in his hand and pointed it at Ma Te and the others as he said, "Who's not satisfied with this? Can you stand up and give it a try?"

"I'm convinced, we're convinced." The group of people who were trying to kill Matt were frightened to the point that their guts were about to burst. How could they dare to fight against Chen Yao? They carried Hoodlum and the red hair who were lying on the ground on their backs, and ran away without even looking back.

"Come back, all of you."

Seeing that he had killed off all the horses, Wang Ming was so infuriated that he jumped to his feet. He had never imagined that Chen Yao, whom he had been too lazy to even glance at, would actually be so good at fighting.

He walked directly towards Chen Yao and said angrily, "Brat, where the hell are you coming from?" Are you going to interfere in my business? Speak, which big brother are you following? I'll call your big brother. "

Wang Ming had been in the real estate industry for many years and had relied on force to start his own family. In the Jiangbei Southern District, almost all of his brothers had good relationships with him, so he was very confident that even if he could beat a mere Chen Yao, he could still take care of him.

Chen Yao chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not a member of society, I'm not with big brother. I only rely on my own pair of fists."

"With your fists?" "Hahaha!" At the beginning, when Wang Ming saw how good Chen Yao was at fighting, he had thought that Chen Yao was the trusted little brother of his boss and felt somewhat fearful of him. However, after hearing Chen Yao's words, he was certain that Chen Yao did not have any background at all, that he was merely a student with some martial arts and did not pose any threat to him at all.

Therefore, he said to Chen Yao, "So what if your fist is big?" "You want to see who you're going against. You can beat that little hoodlum Hoodlum, but what about me?"

"Hmph, my brother is the Deputy Director of the Education Bureau, my father-in-law is the Director of the City Construction Bureau, and I have tens of millions of my own assets. Do you want me to give it a try?"

"You think you're strong?"

If it was a few days ago, he really couldn't afford to offend someone like Wang Ming. But now, even the general and Party Secretary had all eaten at his table, so in his eyes, Wang Ming was simply too insolent. Yet, Wang Ming was still proud of himself.

How pathetic and pitiful.

Seeing that Chen Yao wanted to take action, the landlord, Uncle Qin, and Aunt Zhang behind Chen Yao hurriedly pulled on his arm.

"Little Chen, thank you for what you did today, but Wang Ming is a local tyrant in our southern region of Jiang Prefecture with his background. You can't afford to offend him. Forget it, forget it, let's just leave."

The words of the landlord, Uncle Qin, and the Aunt Zhang made Wang Ming feel even more proud.

"Kid, are you scared? Don't think you won't know if you have some brute force. You have to know that your father is someone you can't afford to offend. Kneel down and admit your mistakes. This is the end of it, otherwise I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."

Wang Ming was extremely arrogant, as if his father was invincible in this world.

However, in Chen Yao's eyes, this was clearly a clown solo.

Chen Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Ming. "Do you really want to be beaten up?"

Wang Ming said smugly, "Hey, I've lived for more than thirty years since I was born, but no one has ever hit me. I really want to have a taste of what it feels like to be beaten, but do you dare?" You don't dare. "

"How about this, I beg of you, please hit me. If you dare hit me today, you will be my father."

"Whap."

At the moment when Wang Mingcheng was feeling at ease, a resounding slap sounded out in the arena. Wang Ming was completely stupefied. Everyone present was looking at Chen Yao with astonished expressions.

That was because Chen Yao's palm had already landed on Wang Ming's face. A crimson palm print appeared on his sinister face.

"You really fucking dared to hit me."

Wang Ming covered his face and looked at Chen Yao like he was looking at a ghost.

Chen Yao did not say anything. Instead, he directly kicked Wang Ming's stomach. Blood spurted out of Wang Ming's mouth as he was sent flying four to five meters back before he landed on the ground.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Wang Ming rolled on the ground, the pain was excruciating.

"Ah!"

The woman in the short skirt immediately screamed out in fear.

"This kid is Superman, right?" When the surrounding neighbors saw Chen Yaoqian's skill, they were shocked speechless.

Chen Yao ignored the reaction of the crowd and directly walked toward Wang Ming with large strides. He half-knelt down on the ground and grabbed Wang Ming by the collar.

"See, I hit you. Call me dad."