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Chapter 67 Personal grievances

Yan Xiujie's nails were about to prick into his palms.

The shameless Hanjin Chamber of Commerce manipulated the martial arts hall to cause trouble, and insulted himself on the spot at his home.

But he... dared not say a word.

Can you tell me about cleaning up the gangsters?

The Zhao Hu became more and more arrogant. He laughed wildly, spit on Yan Xiujie's suit, and cursed: "You're such a big deal, your father dares not say anything!"

"Damn it!" Yan Xiujie's blood surged upwards and rushed up and hit him, but Zhao Hu raised him and kicked him easily.

Yan Xiujie rolled in pain on the ground. Zhao Hu came up and stepped on his arm, put a fist on his right hand, ready to make a ruthless one.

At this moment, a gust of wind sounded rapidly.

Zhao Hu immediately cried out in pain and jumped up.

The blood flowed down his cheeks, but it was a sharp piece of wood that pierced half of his face.

"Who? Who the hell is it?" Zhao Hu covered his face and roared wildly.

The footsteps sounded, and Chen Qingzhi appeared faintly, looking at the people in the martial arts hall: "Whose wood piece belongs to this piece?"

The sharp wooden thorns appear to be from a wooden stick.

But almost everyone in the evildoers in the martial arts hall had a baseball bat. Who knows which guy left it?

Moreover, this man in a shirt and black pants was so funny that he jumped out alone and shouted. Is he impatient to live?

Chen Qingzhi ignored their ridicule and asked again: "Whose wood belongs to this piece of wood?"

Zhao Hu gritted his teeth and pulled out the wooden thorn, and the younger brother next to him hurriedly handed the gauze on it.

Touching the scorching wound, Zhao Hu's eyes turned red. He was bleeding in front of a group of younger brothers. Where did he put his face on the role of the Hu Master of Wushen?

"Born him!" Zhao Hu roared.

Two strong men immediately stepped forward, with a wooden stick in their hands dancing with a cruel grin on their faces.

"Wait!" Yan Xiujie on the ground panicked and forced himself to struggle: "Mr. Chen, please leave quickly. This is my business, and you can't take risks."

He knew Chen Qingzhi's identity. If this person was injured in his own home, the Yan family would be finished.

Chen Qingzhi flicked the blood on his shirt and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you, this time it is a personal grudge!"

Private grudges?

A group of guys from the martial arts hall burst into laughter again.

This kid was so awesome, but judging by his appearance, even his shirt was covered with blood, and he had obviously been injured.

The strong man holding the wooden stick rushed forward together: "Boy, lie down!"

Then, the two of them screamed in horror.

The wooden stick landed with a thud. The two of them were grabbed by Chen Qingzhi and their heads were hit together. The sound was a bit creepy.

It was not Chen Qingzhi who lie down, but them!

Zhao Hu, who was in the martial arts hall, had his eyes wide open. What's going on? Why didn't he even see this kid's actions clearly?

He was still surprised and doubtful. Chen Qingzhi leaned over and looked at the two wooden sticks, without cracked wood chips.

He looked up at the rest and asked again: "Whose wood chips belong to?"

The same problem, the same bland and cold expression.

Zhao Hu was angry and rushed towards him with a slant. He was a real martial arts practitioner, and this time even caused a gust of wind.

However... useless.

Everyone's eyes were blurred again. Zhao Hu's arms were broken, and Chen Qingzhi held his neck and raised it up, and his head was hit on the floor.

This, the man actually raised the strong Zhao Hu with one hand?

What kind of power is this! Yan Xiujie was completely stupid and couldn't close his mouth.

Chen Qingzhi easily threw Zhao Hu down, and was already impatient. He stretched out his finger and pointed at all the people in the martial arts hall: "Let's come together!"

The dozens of people in the martial arts hall were now scattered. In fear, they all grabbed the wooden sticks with them and rushed up.
Chapter completed!
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