"Let's play, little bastards know how to play all day long! Look at how hard you Brother Wang Chong worked, otherwise you could go to Tianjing Yinghun Academy? Get home to study immediately, don't bother you Brother Wang Chong!" Uncle Liang next door came out with a stick, scaring a bunch of little bastards, and the community was in chaos and very lively.

Every time I come back, it is almost the same scene, but it makes Wang Chong feel sincere.

Xiao Zongzi was his nickname when he was a child. He had the word "金" in his name. He was in poor health and was afraid of the cold. He was wrapped in a zongzi by his parents all day long.

While smiling, he greeted his uncles and aunts in the community, he took out the key and opened the door.

The house is not big, with a simple two-bedroom apartment with a small living room and kitchen. I haven't come back for a month and the house has been covered with a thin layer of dust.

Wang Chong rolled up his sleeves and started work.

Although he was an adoptive parent, Wang Chong never felt that he was different from his own. There was a corner on the head of the bed filled with various handmade wooden toys, small horses, hand-pulled trucks, simple building blocks. These toys from childhood were made by his father in his busy work, just staying up all night with dark eyes while staying up with the dim street lights in the yard. There were also the warm water bags on the bed. When Wang Chong was a child, he was particularly afraid of the cold. His mother would warm the quilts for him every day. There were too many memories of his childhood in the room. In addition to the endless torture of illness, at least in spirit, Wang Chong felt that he had always been fulfilled.

It was far more than just my own efforts to survive those difficult years. His parents' encouragement and optimism infected him. Although he occasionally wondered who his biological parents were, to be honest, the kind of thing that he only remembered by chance had never occupied too much time even when he was a child, and he would not be able to do so now.

When the two of them come back, there will be a surprise. Wang Chong plans to buy a better house in the city. He doesn't care much about this, but his parents are not young anymore. Letting them enjoy a better life is obviously the thing that makes children feel happy the most.

Thinking of that scene, Wang Chong couldn't help but feel silly. In the second half of this year, except for CHF, this matter probably made him look forward to the most. However, he didn't know what it would be like to have his parents who had gone out for a walk and suddenly found that his poor son, who was still studying, turned into a billionaire.

bass……

Wang Chong, immersed in his imagination, suddenly became alert.

There is someone behind it!

At this time, it was too late to react by thinking. It was almost subconscious. The sense of crisis controlled the body. When my feet turned, my body shook slightly like a catkins floating.

A dagger with a little green cold light on the blade flew towards his cheek, and it was even poisoned. Wang Chong could have smelled the fishy smell on the dagger just now. If it was really rubbed, the consequences would probably be unimaginable.

A very strong murderous reaction!

At this moment, he had just turned halfway, and he could see the figure who wrapped his whole body in a black cloak and rushed out of the closet!

Wang Chong's expression instantly became very calm, and then he was like a rush of mountains and rivers. His palm, which was carrying terrifying high temperature, slapped it up like a transformed giant hand, giving no time to react at all.

Unlike Papada's flame attack, although the flame was mixed with palm power, it was as sharp as a knife, and its sharpness was revealed, aiming at his own fatal heart! The terrifying flame power was instantly shrouded on Wang Chong...

The eyes hidden under the black cloak were extremely confident. Deliberately lurking, no prey could escape from his palm. Although the first strike was a little surprised, it was nothing. An excellent assassin killer always had countless changes in the back moves. As long as the lurking offensive began to be launched, the opponent could dodge the first day of the day and the fifteenth day!

Life and death were at stake, and Wang Chong's eyes suddenly burst out with an incredible light and punched out.

Bang

The collision between power and power is broken by the flame palm.

Mixed with the sound of bone breaking, a muffled groan, the black cloak was smashed out at a faster speed than when it rushed up, and broke through the window next to it and fell down to the third floor.

The sky was filled with the broken and dissipated fire elements, as well as the traces of fluctuating fists that seemed to shock the space.

Wang Chong chased him out with a quick glance, but what was facing him was a special purple smoke that was so rich that it could not be dissolved, which instantly obscured Wang Chong's vision and perception. When he quickly withdrew from the purple mist, the black shadow was gone, and only a few faint blood marks were flowing down the ground.

"Something fell down?"

Only then did neighbors poke their heads out in the window downstairs.

"It seemed like something exploded just now?"

"What happened?" Seeing the thick black fog, the entire community was alarmed: "Oh my God, what's going on with that smoke?"

Wang Chong obviously had no intention of explaining much, and took advantage of the fact that everyone had discovered it and returned to the room.

This is obviously a long-planned murder, and the one who took action was an absolutely professional killer. Perhaps it is not scary. Since the power of that flame palm is amazing, it has reached the peak of the soul-casting stage.

The question is who the other party is, why do you want to kill him, and how can you lurk here?

Just like knowing that Wang Jin was going home, he was ambushed in the house in advance, not only erasing all traces of entry, but even staying in a state of turtle breathing and waiting for the opportunity. People would be particularly relaxed when they returned home, so that Wang Chong didn't even notice it.

Looking at the poison-hardened dagger pulled off the wall, although I don’t know much about toxins, just smelling the fishy smell from half a meter away can make people feel dizzy.

Wang Chong frowned as he looked at the blood on the ground. Who could it be?

…………

‘Swishy’

The screen with the flickering snowflakes gradually became clear, frozen in a dim environment, and heavy breathing sounds came from the dim area. Then, the screen shook violently, as if the hand holding the screen had lost the power to hold it tightly again and dropped it on the ground.

Through the camera, you can see that under the dim and gray sky, a guy in a black cloak was leaning against a big tree. His whole left arm was hanging softly, and the white broken bone that pierced the flesh and blood was protruding outside the flesh, and blood was constantly flowing to the ground. There was a clear fist-shaped hole visible to the naked eye on his chest, which made the entire chest half sink, pressing his heart and respiratory system.

(The third update is over, the next day, I still need the strong support of my friends, thank you everyone!!!)
Chapter completed!