Jiang Luo's breathing tightened, and the pain spread from his chest to the surroundings, instantly swept across his body. His eyes moved down. When he saw the hand that invaded his heart, he looked a little dazed and could not believe that all this was true.

If that hand goes deeper, his heart will be broken.

A dish cannot survive without intention, and a person cannot die without intention.

Yan Heping grinned and sneered: "Don't worry, I will give you some fun and try to reduce your pain."

Before he finished speaking, his hands were like electric drills, diving deeper into the flesh little by little.

Liu Qingshan could no longer sit still, slapped the table and shouted, "Little girl, how dare you kill my junior brother in front of me?"

Cheng Hong also stood up, her eyebrows were full of worries, and a light pink light ball condensed from each of her hands.

In the midst of lightning, the two of them were about to take action, but were shocked by the scene on the stage.

Jiang Luo raised his head slightly, opened his mouth and let out a sound of cleaning up the school, followed by a blazing white light gushing out from his body.

At this time, he was brighter than all the incandescent lamps on the roof, like a small sun, attracting everyone's attention.

Within one second, Yan Heping's calmness, confidence, superiority, judgment, and even thinking were completely wiped out because he felt so painful.

White light came to his face and filled every part of his body. His hands were almost melted and he could only be quickly pulled back.

"ah……"

"I lost, I lost, your assistant..."

Yan Heping shouted heart-wrenchingly, rolling on the stage with his head in his arms, which was completely different from the image of a decadent young man who had been calm and calm before.

Liu Qingshan laughed, "Junior brother, good, fight back, win beautifully."

Cheng Hong also smiled slightly, shook her hand and put out the pink light ball in her hand, and sat down gracefully.

Jiang Luo recited a spell, and his gesture changed, and the white light suddenly turned into nothingness.

Yan Heping was in a mess, gritted his teeth and barely got up from the ground, crawled to Jiang Luo's feet, and kowtowed.

"I lost, thank you for your mercy."

Jiang Luo was a little surprised, covered the wound on his chest and ridiculed: "I didn't expect that the Chinese military spirit would admit defeat."

Yan Heping lowered his eyebrows and said, "Loss means losing. What can we change if we don't admit it? In the future, the Qilin team will never avenge Mo Feiyang. We will deliberately provoke our grudges and write them off."

Jiang Luo nodded, "Since you admit defeat, I don't want to pursue it anymore. If you have time, you can take Mo Feiyang's body away tomorrow."

Yan Heping shook his head, "The so-called fallen leaves return to their roots, let's leave his body to the Mo family."

Jiang Luo shook his body and fell to the ground. He called uncontrollable inheritance power at the critical moment of life and death. His body's tolerance range reached the extreme, and the five small holes in his chest were bleeding out.

Liu Qingshan jumped over, flew over the iron net, jumped over and carried Jiang Luo, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Sister Hong and I will save you."

"Thank you, senior brother," Jiang Luo said weakly.

Liu Qingshan flew away with anger, jumped to the elevator door in an instant, waved to Cheng Hong, then pressed the button, and complained: "Yan Heping's grandson is full of bad water. He has to choose a basement duel. If he is in the wild, I'll take you away."

Cheng Hong also flew up and caught up with his pace.

I suddenly saw four people who could fly over the eaves without hanging a wire, and the audience was restless and excited, regretting not taking more photos.

Some people are happy and some are worried. The people who bet Yan Heping won before the game lost money and couldn't help but feel depressed, and their heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were both painful.

Yan Heping slowly stood up, stared at the people surrounding him coldly, and murmured to himself: "If I had known that he was so powerful, I wouldn't have come here in person."

Liu Qingshan and Cheng Hong left the Guoan Martial Arts Hall, carried Jiang Luo into the Rolls-Royce car, and began to heal his injuries.

They first fed Jiang Luo a spiritual pill, then bandaged his wound, and finally got his spiritual power in it.

Half an hour later, Jiang Luo regained some strength, slowly opened his eyes, and thanked him again.

"Your injury has not healed yet, so try not to speak. We will take you back to the flower shop first."

Jiang Luo nodded, closed his eyes and rested.

It was not until nine o'clock the next morning that Jiang Luo woke up slowly. The injury in his chest was no longer so painful, but it was still a little difficult to activate his spiritual power.

Cheng Hong pushed open the door, walked in with a big bowl, and smiled and said, "Drink the old hen soup just stewed while it's hot."

"Thank you", Jiang Luo was really hungry when he smelled the rich aroma of chicken soup.

Cheng Hong said again: "You rest first, I won't disturb you."

"Sister Hong, please trouble you."

Cheng Hong glanced at him in a charming way, "It's all my own people, why are you so polite?"

After drinking the chicken soup, Jiang Luo lay beautifully on the bed and rested, and turned on his phone.

Unexpectedly, he received a call from Zhou Yan as soon as he turned on his cell phone. According to the call record, from 6 o'clock this morning, Zhou Yan called him ten missed calls.

Jiang Luo quickly answered and greeted, "Hello, Mr. Zhou, is there anything wrong?"

"President Jiang, thank you for killing the beast Mo Feiyang. I have prepared a gift, please accept it."

Jiang Luo suddenly understood and smiled and said, "Okay, then I'm better obedient than to be respectful. You can send the gift."

Zhou Yan said again: "This gift is very expensive. I am worried about sending the express delivery, so I have to deliver it myself. Now I have arrived in Haizhou City. Are you at home?"

"I am currently at a friend's house and can't go back for a while. However, you can give my mom the thing. I'll call her immediately and ask her to prepare to receive you."

Zhou Yan hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go to your house immediately."

Jiang Luo said a few more politely, hung up the phone, and started playing the latest and most popular web games.

Unexpectedly, after just ten minutes of playing, I was interrupted by another call. This time it was Director Hua's call.

"Uncle Hua, are you doing well recently?" Jiang Luo greeted with a smile.

Director Hua said: "Yesterday afternoon, several prisoners attacked the prison guards, causing considerable chaos. More than a dozen prisoners escaped from prison while in the chaos.

Except for Jiang Yun, everyone else has been arrested. The police have issued a wanted order and have no whereabouts so far. I think he might seek revenge on you. If you have any news about him, I will notify the police immediately."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Jiang Luo's head. Although with his current strength, he didn't have to be afraid of Jiang Yun at all, but when he learned that Jiang Yun had escaped from prison, his first reaction was anger and hysterical anger.

"Okay, if I see him, I will definitely bring him back to prison."

Director Hua said again: "Be careful too. According to the prison guards' reaction, he became a rookie and became a boss in one month after he went in, and acted as a mighty man among the prisoners."

Jiang Luo frowned and could not figure out how such a cowardly man in Jiang Yun could conquer a group of cruel and ruthless prisoners.

If Jiang Yun had that promising prospect, he wouldn't have been slapped down by a few tricks back then. Could it be that someone was supporting him?

Jiang Ming and Jiang Pingshan were imprisoned. After Jiang Yun escaped from prison, he was most likely to go to the mental hospital to find his mother Yuan Mei.
Chapter completed!