Ming Tong was talking to Jin Zhenkun about the Holy Martial Order. Suddenly, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in with several young people.
"Ah, will you... be the president?" Mingtong was stunned when he saw this middle-aged man. Jin Zhenkun next to him was also like him.
They never expected that Huang Mingzhong, the president of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, would suddenly appear in front of them.
Especially Mingtong, he just asked his disciples to call Huang Mingzhong.
However, Huang Mingzhong, who had always been kind and cheerful, was no longer as good-looking as before. He didn't even ask about his injury, and slapped him in the face twice: "Trash, do you know what you are doing?"
"Ah!" Mingtong was stunned.
Huang Mingzhong's slap made him doubt his life.
"Ah what? If you fail to succeed, you will fail. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have sent you!" Huang Mingzhong stared at Mingtong coldly, his face full of anger.
"Yes... President, I am indeed injured and unable to compete for the Holy Martial Order, but... But you shouldn't... shouldn't..." After a while, Mingtong finally realized what he was doing and touched With a burning face, he said aggrievedly.
"What shouldn't be done? Shouldn't I hit you?" Huang Mingzhong snorted coldly.
"Hmph, I not only want to beat you, I also want to destroy you!" Huang Mingzhong said again.
"President..."
Before Mingtong could speak, Huang Mingzhong scolded: "Shut up, do you know who you have offended?"
"Ah?" Mingtong was stunned again. I thought that Huang Mingzhong was unable to help him fight for the Holy Martial Order because he was injured, but he didn't expect that Huang Mingzhong didn't seem to be angry because of that.
"Hmph, do you think I blame you for not being able to fight for the Holy Martial Order anymore?" Huang Mingzhong looked at Mingtong coldly, and then said: "No, compared to the Holy Martial Order, I'm more angry that you provoked someone who shouldn't have People to mess with!”
"Provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked? I... didn't?" Mingtong was even more confused.
"No? How were you injured?" Huang Mingzhong shouted.
"I was injured by a kid. That kid..."
"Pah!" Huang Mingzhong slapped Mingtong on the face again. He said with a filial voice: "Boy? Do you know who that 'boy' is?"
"Ah, you mean, that kid is 'someone who shouldn't be messed with'?" Mingtong was shocked, and then he came to his senses and looked at Huang Mingzhong in disbelief.
"Hmph, what do you think?" After slapping Mingtong twice, Huang Mingzhong's anger seemed to subside a little.
"How is that possible?" Mingtong exclaimed.
"How is it impossible? Huh, were you curious before that I would appear in front of you just after you asked someone to call me? That's because I'm already in Yang City."
Hearing this, Ming Tong opened his mouth wide: "President, do you want me to fight for the Holy Martial Order in the dark while you secretly fight for it?"
"Humph, Holy Martial Order? No, I came to Yang City mainly to meet one person." Huang Mingzhong snorted coldly.
Before Huang Mingzhong finished speaking, Mingtong was startled: "President, you don't mean to say that the person you came to meet is that boy, do you?"
"Boy? If you really knew how scary he was, you wouldn't call him boy." Huang Mingzhong glanced at Mingtong and said, "His strength can not only kill you all instantly, but he can also kill me instantly!"
"Kill you... in seconds?" Mingtong looked at Huang Zhongming, his mind a little confused.
Huang Mingzhong is not only the chairman of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, but also a well-known martial arts master across the country. He once fought against eight foreign fighting masters by himself and won easily.
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He never thought that such a powerful being would say that someone could kill him instantly
"Humph, apart from that man's terrifying strength, the most terrifying thing is his identity. His identity..." At this point, Huang Mingzhong's face became extremely solemn and fearful.
Ming Tong and Jin Zhenkun listened carefully, waiting for Huang Mingzhong's next words.
However, Huang Mingzhong had no intention of talking any more.
"In short, that is a terrifying existence. If you offend him, if you don't want to die, come with me and apologize to him." Huang Mingzhong paused for a long time before saying.
"Apologise?" After listening to Huang Mingzhong's words, Jin Zhenkun's face showed extreme madness: "President, that not only hurt my disciple, scared my son out of fear, but now it has broken my spine, saying If you want to become a useless person, you still want me to apologize? No, it’s impossible. Absolutely impossible!”
"You are Jin Zhenkun, the number one martial arts master in Yang City, right?" Huang Mingzhong only then looked at Jin Zhenkun.
"President, I am Jin Zhenkun!" Jin Zhenkun said in a low voice.
"Okay, from today on, you are no longer a member of the Wushu Association. You can do whatever you have to do. I can't control it!" Huang Mingzhong glanced at Jin Zhenkun and said coldly.
Immediately, he looked at Mingtong.
Seeing Huang Mingzhong's look, Mingtong was shocked. He instantly realized that the seriousness of the matter was far beyond his expectation. He coughed up blood and struggled to get up from the hospital bed: "Will... President, I'll go right away." Apologize, I’ll go apologize right away!”
"Let's go! Come with me!" Huang Mingzhong asked his men to help Mingtong and said. Immediately, he decisively left the hospital.
"Ah, Huang Mingzhong, you loser. You kicked me out of the Wushu Association just for a boy. You are so cruel." Looking at Huang Mingzhong and Mingtong's leaving figures, Jin Zhenkun's eyes turned white with anger, and he punched the hospital bed with his fist. .
However, due to excessive force, his back cracked, his vertebrae broke again, and he almost fainted. After a while, he calmed down!
As soon as he calmed down, he growled ferociously at the disciple beside him: "Go, arrest that woman named Susie."
"Master... Master, why did you catch that Susie?" Seeing the ferocious look on Jin Zhenkun's face and hearing Jin Zhenkun's cold voice, the people around him trembled, but they were still confused.
"Stop talking nonsense. Just go if I tell you to go." Jin Zhenkun was furious, with a fierce look on his face.
"Go now?" Jin Zhenkun's apprentice became even more confused.
"Yes, go now. No matter what method you use, you must tie up that woman!" Jin Zhenkun's fists clenched loudly, and a ruthless aura emerged on his face.
Laoshan
Jin Zhenkun's disciples trembled. They were no strangers to that place. Because there were several corpses buried there, and those corpses were all people who had angered Jin Zhenkun during his lifetime!
"Why don't you go quickly?" Seeing that the disciple was still stunned and refused to leave, Jin Zhenkun shouted again.
In an instant, all the disciples ran out in panic.
After those disciples walked out, Jin Zhenkun turned to another disciple and said grimly: "Ah Hua, I asked you to contact the killer, how is the contact going?"
"Master, with just a word from you, I can summon hundreds of killers!" the young man known as Ah Hua whispered.
"Okay! Very good!" Jin Zhenkun smiled sinisterly and said cruelly: "After they tie up that woman, you immediately contact the killers and ask them to go to Laoshan to prepare. I want to see that boy named Liu Mang The brain is blooming!”
"Yes, Master! As long as that kid appears in Laoshan, that kid will only die!" Ah Hua said solemnly.
"As long as the woman named Su Qian is captured in Laoshan, that kid will definitely go!" Jin Zhenkun said solemnly.
... ...
While Jin Zhenkun was thinking about dealing with Liu Mang, Huang Mingzhong, president of the Provincial Martial Arts Association, and Ming Tong, the vice president, rushed to Su's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
"President, is that man really that scary?" Along the way, Mingtong still couldn't imagine how a man in his twenties could make Huang Mingzhong so fearful. So I asked a few more questions.
"Terror?" Huang Mingzhong paused slightly and looked at Mingtong: "It's more than just terror! That person wants to kill you or me, just like killing a chicken. And after the killing, nothing will happen. You said this is scary Not scary?"
"Ah? He... who is he?" Mingtong was shocked!
He may not be a big shot, but Huang Mingzhong is indeed a big shot. In addition to the title of President of the Wushu Association, he also holds many titles in the province and even across the country. Relatively speaking, he is considered a figure. Even the mayor of a city or the leaders of the province respect him extremely. However, for such a person, if he was killed by that person in anger, nothing would happen to that person
Who is that person
Isn't this too fucking scary
"Mingtong, seeing as our relationship is so good, I can tell you some information. However, you must keep it a secret. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't be able to protect you!" Huang Mingzhong said in a low voice.
"Yeah!" Mingtong nodded solemnly.
Immediately, Huang Mingzhong whispered in Mingtong's ear.
After a while, Mingtong trembled all over and showed an incredulous look: "Then... isn't he similar to the Jin Yiwei of the Ming Dynasty?"
"Your metaphor is very appropriate, but the difference is that Jin Yiwei is responsible for the emperor, and he is responsible for the country..." Huang Mingzhong whispered.
Before Huang Mingzhong finished speaking, Ming Tong said tremblingly: "Will... President, don't... stop talking, I... I'd better go and apologize quickly. I... "
He was almost frightened by Liu Mang's identity.