Ultimate Pawn

In the box, the atmosphere is dignified and depressed.

Now, under such a stern gaze.

Chen Zongheng, but still calm and indifferent, stepped on Ding Zhi, slowly toasted and sipped his tea.

The light and windy appearance really seemed to...I would ignore everything in front of me.

"Give you three seconds and let go of my nephew immediately."

Ding Long was dressed in a camouflage uniform, his eyes were cold and his voice was terribly murderous.

"otherwise……"

He didn't, tell the rest of the story.

However, he has already expressed his position!

If you don't let go, the consequences can be imagined.

At the dining table, Chen Zongheng raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him lightly.

"If you let me let it go, I will let it go? Am I very shameless?"

This.

At the door, the group of soldiers:...

It was the first time they saw someone who was not afraid of death, and dared to speak in such a tone in front of the husband!

Ding Long stood there like a sharp sword, away from Chen Zong... only a few feet away.

He has his back in his hands and a camouflage uniform, which makes people not angry and pretentious.

"Do you know...who are you talking to?" Ding Long's voice was calm, but it carried an unprecedented sharpness.

"You know, who am I?"

Ding Long asked two consecutive questions, his breath surged, and the whole piece of air was condensed!

People in the military camp are naturally hostile and carry that sword and murderous aura!

Following the questioning of the two rounds, Ding Long slowly raised his right hand and stretched it to the left shoulder.

Slowly, dusted the epaulette on the shoulder of Shan Yi.

Epaulettes, there are no other designs, only turquoise needles and threads, embroidered in a traditional Chinese character, ‘bai’!

The word for epaulettes represents his job!

Centurion!

Below one person, above a hundred!

Wuying Centurion, in this peaceful society, in an ordinary city, is already a top-notch existence!

Ordinary people must bow their bodies respectfully to show their respect!

Even the ancients once said:

Yazhang resigned from Fengque and rode around Dragon City.

Better to be a centurion than a scholar.

This is an absolutely noble rank in the military camp!

However, at the dining table in the box, Chen Zongheng still looked calm.

He took a sip of tea, and then... his eyes lightly glanced at Ding Long.

"Quite...A centurion, dare? In front of me, flaunting his might?"

Huh~!

As soon as Chen Zong said this...

The whole audience fell into dead silence!

This? !

At the door of the box, the group of soldiers:...

Does this guy...don't want to live anymore? !

Dare to say... such a rebellious thing in front of Centurion Ding? !

This is simply!

Ding Long stood there, his whole face stern, his fists clenched, with an unprecedented anger to the sky!

"Dare to insult my martial arts rank? Rebellious, you have committed a felony!"

"Come on! Get it for me!" Ding Long screamed!

With that, Ding Long gave an order!

Outside the box door, a group of camouflage soldiers... suddenly rushed in!

A sharp-edged sword came out of its sheath!

The sharp edge of the war knife is revealed!

This kind of war knife is by no means a weapon used by ordinary people in the arena.

The martial arts sword is a true warrior of war!

"Take me?" Chen Zongheng sat at the dining table, glanced around indifferently, and the corners of his mouth... raised a cold arc of disdain.

"Do you have that qualification?"

Huh~!

Hearing these words, the groups of warriors in the military camp, their expressions condensed? !

"Bold! In front of my husband, do you dare to make such a mistake?!" At this moment, a soldier looked furious and screamed!

But the soldier's voice just fell off.

Chen Zong suddenly raised his hand suddenly, slapped in the air directly!

"Fuck...!!!" The soldier was directly lifted off by a terrifying force...!

"Puff!" The soldier sprayed out a mouthful of blood, and his body slammed into a wall behind him, and the wall was directly shattered and cracked!

The sky is full of dust!

All the soldiers on the scene, all the colors changed? !

What the fuck!

What is it? !

Just now, all of them... didn't even see... what happened!

I only saw that the man volleyed his palm... and slapped the warrior directly? ?

This? !

How did he do it? !

To gasify energy?

This damn... but the real world, not mythical martial arts! How could human beings have such means? !

Throughout the scene, everyone was shocked and inexplicably shocked.

Only Ding Long stood on the spot with his fists clenched... his pupils shook suddenly!

Just now, everyone didn't see...what happened.

But he faintly captured...a trace of the picture!

Well, it's not mythical martial arts... nor is it... hurting people in the air.

Rather, the speed is as fast as the human limit!

In the blink of an eye, even... at a speed that the human eye didn't even notice... he had already flashed out... with a slap, he slapped the person, and then it was supersonic speed... back to his seat.

Everything is done in one go, as fast as lightning!

The speed is so fast that... even the group of soldiers in front of you can't catch it!

At this moment, on Ding Long's forehead...a drop of cold sweat...slowly infiltrated and overflowed!

This…!

This speed...what level of terror is needed? ? !

"Who... on earth are you...?"

Chen Zongheng sat at the dining table, stepping on Ding Zhi, and slowly lit a cigarette.

"I...? It's just a small person, not enough. Compared with Centurion Ding, it's insignificant."

"Why, Centurion Ding, you... do you want to compete with me?"

Chen Zongzhong tapped the table lightly between his fingers, his voice was calm and he couldn't see the mood swings clearly.

But the sneer in his words was somewhat ironic.

The group of camouflage fighters present were angry when they heard Ding Baifu was humiliated. Nearly a hundred people, they all pulled out their swords and were about to rush up.

But Ding Long stopped his men.

"You wait to withdraw."

Ding Long's eyes were suspicious and solemn... he stared at Chen Zongheng at the table.

When his gaze scanned the bowl of Yangchun noodles at the table... Ding Long was taken aback?

Then, he looked at Chen Zengheng again...that calm and relaxed posture? ?

Could it be? ?

A thought suddenly emerged from Ding Long's mind? !

Could it be... this seemingly elegant and fair-skinned youth... is also... from Wuying? ?

Ding Long's eyes were more solemn than ever, and he slowly placed his right hand on the handle of the battle knife on his left waist.

He stared at Chen Zong with cold eyes.

"Who on earth are you? There is a kind of...report your name."

Chen Zongheng raised his eyes and glanced at him with the light from the corner of his eye, "Are you...sure?"

Let him sign up?

How dare anyone in this world?

Ding Long's face was cold, and his body was like a long sword ready to go out of his body at any time.

His anger has already gathered its momentum to the extreme!

"There is a kind, report your identity name!"

At that moment, Chen Zong... laughed.

He flicked his sleeves and slowly got up.

"Quah!" A crack... spread from the ground of his leather shoes...instantly~!

In the next moment, "Boom!" A cry!

The ground under Chen Zongheng's feet suddenly cracked and collapsed!

A huge font...slowly floating in the ground beneath your feet...!

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