The sharp sound of breaking through the air was accompanied by dozens of extremely thin cold lights flying in the sky, and dozens of rubber portraits were torn into pieces within two seconds.

Fang Wen held two eagle claws made of fine steel and swung 360 strikes in two seconds. The eagle claws and the air suddenly rubbed, and began to get hot.

This is a sealed space with an area of ​​more than one football field. There are countless cold weapons hanging on the walls around it, from the most common swords, guns, swords and halberds to the most side door cross-tiar double railings, centipede hooks, mourning axes, etc., which almost includes all the representatives that have appeared in the history of the development of cold weapons in human history. For example, there is a light and flexible Chinese soft sword, which is as thin as paper and weighs only three cents and two cents; there is also a two-handed sword used by the Teutonic Knights of the Middle Ages, which is 1.80 meters long and weighs more than fifty kilograms.

Fengmen's research on cold weapons has reached its peak. Each cold weapon has only the most effective three-five moves, using the fastest and most direct moves to take away the enemy's life, and the lethality of each move is amazingly powerful. Fang Wen's task in the past six months is to record all the killer moves of these cold weapons in a hurry, and then continue to strengthen and consolidate in the next few years, and finally reach a realm where any weapon can easily exert the strongest lethality.

"It's very strong, but it's too loud. Do you want your opponent to hear you outside the street?"

Mr. Feng Da, standing in the corner of the training ground, scolded Fang Wen loudly. He took a pair of short daggers on the wall and threw one to Fang Wen: "I have recorded the moves of the two claws. Now I teach you the kung fu on the dagger. The dagger is the king of hidden weapons. He is almost capable of fighting occasions. It is very likely that a reliable dagger can save your life."

"Now I'm optimistic. The dagger's path is also the most complicated of the secret techniques of the Fengmen. There are thirty-six ways to kill the road, and the tricks are all the skills of attacking. No move is wasted on defense." Mr. Feng Da was like a dream and demonstrated it to Fang Wen with one move. The dagger in his hand was extremely fast, which was more than ten times faster than Fang Wen's move, but there was no sound at all.

Fang Wen looked at Mr. Feng Da's actions in a daze. His current skills are very strong, very strong. According to Mr. Xue Da's estimate, after Fang Wen adapted to his current skills and truly stabilized the fifth, six, and seventh level of the Nine Heavens Wind Reign Sutra, he could continue to receive injections of Yuan Liquid. Mr. Xue Da is 100% sure that Fang Wen will become a true top master within three years.

However, Fang Wen lacks experience and he will not use the true power in his body at all. Not to mention Mr. Feng Da, even any qualified peripheral disciple of Feng Sect can fight Fang Wen head-on in three or five moves, or assassinate him neatly. What Mr. Feng Da is doing now is to teach Fang Wen the skills he has learned throughout his life without reservation.

Cold weapons, fist, assassination skills, reconnaissance skills, concealment skills, infiltration skills, and infiltration skills. There are many things Fang Wen needs to learn in half a year.

Half a year is definitely not enough for Fang Wen to master these, and he has developed a natural body of wind and spirit, and Fang Wen’s IQ is only a resource for middle-aged people. It is impossible to master these thoroughly without ten years of hard practice.

The dagger broke through the air, Fang Wen's body twisted, and he gestured with Mr. Feng Da's movements one by one. He opened his eyes wide and focused all his energy to remember Mr. Feng Da's moves. He did not dare to be negligent at all. Fang Wen had a profound awareness. At this moment, he was not the same as before. In his heart, he extremely despised him before. He vowed that he wanted to be a brand new Fang Wen. A Fang Wen who was completely different from before, could control his own destiny and had enough strength to fight for something.

These moves are part of the power.

Five months later, Fang Wen was thrown to the special forces training camp in the Amazon primeval forest by Mr. Feng Da and received three months of hell training with a load of hundreds of times stronger than ordinary special forces.

Fang Wen, after preliminary hardship, has shown a little bit of the majesty of the superiors.

Of course, some things that have been developed since childhood and have been deeply imprinted in his bones are not so easy to clean up.

At the gate of Chicago United Steel, a newest Mercedes-Benz sports car played with a fancy tail swing, and stopped outside the iron gate with a sharp brake sound. The two security guards standing at the door looked at each other, rushed up fiercely, and punched the window with a forceful punch. "This is not a place where you, the speedmakers, come and make a fool of themselves. Get out, or let us break your legs and throw them out!"

"Do I look like that Speedman?" Wearing a pair of big sunglasses and wearing a colorful dress in a standard playboy mode, Fang Wen got out of the sports car in a very bad mood, pointed at the two security guards and shouted loudly: "Do I look like those gangsters? Look, do I look like the Speedman?"

The two security guards tilted their noses and looked at Fang Wen's sports car. The brand new and latest sports car, but it was covered with yellow-brown stripes on the tiger's body. That's right, this is the standard driving of a speed car. The two security guards, who were over two meters tall, immediately grabbed Fang Wen's shoulders and wanted to fulfill their promise, break Fang Wen's thighs and throw them out.

A ragged Ford sedan, which is at least twenty years old, slowly squirted with black smoke. Mr. Feng Da kicked open the car door and coughed heavily.

The two security guards had a cold light flashed in their eyes, and they hurriedly bowed to Mr. Feng Da. Mr. Feng Da said lightly: "Xuanfeng Thirty-nine, Tornado Forty-two. You know Fang Wen's appearance. From now on, he will be the head of this steel company and the leader of your Xuanfeng branch's Chicago branch. You will be responsible to him directly."

The two security guards held their fists and said respectfully: "Here!" They looked at Fang Wen, then at his fancy sports car, and their brows twisted into a ball at the same time.

Mr. Feng Da glanced at Fang Wen's sports car helplessly and muttered: "It's better than the Maserati that had been painted countless times last time." He pointed at Fang Wen and scolded him with a little majestic attitude: "Young man, be low-key and steady in his work. Well, forget it, you are less than nineteen years old, why do I care about these things with you?"

"Of course!" Fang Wen raised his head and said loudly: "Master, you are so old, you are playing with low-key and steady things. I am not that old yet. Oh, damn big Amazon leech, ***, I have washed it inside and out for more than ten times, why are you still feeling uncomfortable all over?"

Looking up at the huge steel company in front of him, Fang Wen pointed to his nose and asked, "Master, is this company mine?"

Mr. Feng gave him a blank look and sneered, "Nothing nonsense! These are all industries within the door, you are responsible for managing them." After a pause, seeing Fang Wen's disappointment, Mr. Feng hurriedly comforted him, "But, you can withdraw 10% of his profits every year as expenses."

"Ten percent?" Fang Wen's eyes lit up. He grabbed Mr. Feng Da's shoulder excitedly and said loudly: "Master, you didn't lie to me? I threw me to that ghost place for three months. I won't write a blank check to make me happy for free, right? What do you mean is that I won't have to race to gamble money in the future?"

For no reason, Mr. Feng felt a little sad. He patted his beloved disciple hard and said with a smile: "Nonsense, you are the closed disciple of the head of the Feng Sect. Who can you be poor? "

Leading Fang Wen into the Steel Company, Mr. Feng Da summoned several leading figures in the company, namely the person in charge of Fengmen in Chicago. After handing over the relevant power to Fang Wen, he drove his ragged Ford car and slowly left.

Chicago United Iron and Steel Company, the Chicago branch of Xuanfeng Department, is the place where Mr. Feng Da trains Fang Wen.

The University of Chicago is a place where Fang Wen can absorb all kinds of knowledge he needs in the next two years. A qualified leader of the storm cannot be a reckless man who can only fight and kill.

Mr. Feng Da went to the mainland and continued to hang his Singapore visiting professor sign, not knowing what activities to host.

Fang Wen has no strength to participate in these core secrets yet. His strength needs to be gradually expanded in the next two years.

However, Fang Wen was already very satisfied. The day after he arrived at the company, he embezzled tens of millions of public funds and purchased dozens of top sports cars that he had dreamed of but had no financial resources to buy. Rendao Chapter 1, Goodbye Chapter 9
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