"It's broken. It won't recover."
He Jing withdrew her palm.
The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered. This extreme pain caused his entire face to distort.
"You guys are finished, finished…"
Throwing the man who only knew how to repeat this sentence into the car, He Jing turned her head and said,"Stay at home for the next few days. As your elder brother, I won't let anyone hurt you.”
A warm current rose in He Ping's heart.
After getting along for a long time, gradually, the He Clan became more and more like a family.
He Ping smiled and said,"It's just the Zhao family. What's there to be afraid of?"”
The Song family, which was much larger, was also played around by him. The Zhao family was indeed not enough.
He Jing also smiled.
"You're brave and talented in martial arts. If you had practiced martial arts from a young age like me, you might have become a grandmaster in this life.”
Hearing this, He Ping had a strange look on his face.
"Brother Jing, don't be arrogant. You're a grandmaster, and you've benefited from me.
……
In the Zhao family.
When everyone saw the man's miserable state, their breathing stopped.
"The person who broke my leg was a martial artist. The one who made that martial artist do it was that young master of the He family!”
The family head, Zhao Qilong, frowned." The person who hit you should be called He Jing, and he's also from the He family. As for the person you're talking about, he should be He Ping, who has been causing a commotion in Hangzhou recently.”
"Did he really say that? Did you tell him what would happen if he didn't lower his head?”
The man endured the pain and said firmly,"He said that the He family doesn't care!"”
Zhao Qilong's gaze turned cold.
"The He family doesn't care! It seemed that the He family did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. They thought that they had become a top family just because they picked up the Song family's loophole.”
"Call the underground forces overseas.”
Zhao Qilong sat on the chair and held the handle." There is a difference in information between China and foreign countries, so it's normal that they don't know what the Zhao Family means.”
"I don't know. We'll just tell them what the Zhao family is.”
"We are the Shadow Kings of the underground of the M Nation!”
……
On the other side, the He family's reaction was much more exciting.
In Xiangjiang, He Wen put down the project he was working on and burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that tears were about to fall from his eyes, which shocked some of the crew members. No one had ever seen He Wen laugh so hard.
"Alright, the He family has a Saint Child!”
"How many martial artists are on good terms with me in the Xiangjiang film industry? Is the Zhao family worthy?"
At night, He Wu, who was writing at his desk, put down the pen in his hand and opened a jar of good wine that had been hidden for decades.
For a moment, thoughts surged.
After writing more than 10,000 words, He Wu was in high spirits and woke up his martial master friends on the island overnight.
"My new book has been boasted to the heavens by your sect. One of my nephews wants to fight with someone else. Fine, your sect is a low-class sect, I'll give you a few moves and you'll be dead!”
"If I write this, who will go to your place to learn martial arts!”
At the He family, He Qi was pacing back and forth in deep thought.
'Is it the ancestor's will for my son to do this?'
" That's not right. Why does my ancestor like my son so much?'
'Could it be that my son and ancestor have other expectations and have a different mission from us?'
'Or…'
Thinking of this, He Qizheng slapped himself.
"That's not right. Why the f * ck am I thinking so much? I don't have the intention of my ancestor. My son was bullied in the face, so I shouldn't stand up for him?”
"F * ck the Zhao family!"
"This is China."
He Qizheng quickly gathered his thugs.
The three parties quickly gathered together, waiting for the day the Zhao family came.
……
He Ping touched his pocket and took out the contact information left behind by the old man who called himself Elder Wen when he was sitting on the bench by West Lake.
He Ping thought for a moment and dialed the other party's number.
The reply from the other side was very simple: ”
He Ping took a deep breath.
" A bunch of evil forces. By doing this, I'm also helping the country get rid of the vermin.'
Now, it was time to wait for the day when the net was closed.
Three days later.
Late at night, many people came into the He family.
They did not touch any alarm devices, nor did they make any sound.
However, just as they entered the courtyard, the four corners of the roof lit up.
On one side, there were assassins wearing black tights.
On one side, there were martial masters dressed in different clothes. Some of them even held weapons such as the Eight Slaying Saber, the Single Edge Sword, the Three Pointed Double Edge Saber, and the Meridian Mandarin Duck Axe.
As soon as the lights lit up, the two sides fell into a long and silent confrontation.
Why, why did the He family have so many people!
Zhao Qilong was inside, cold sweat dripping down his back.
The martial masters from Xiangjiang City and Treasure Island were ready to move forward at any moment with weapons in their hands.
At this moment.
A group of more disciplined organizations than the two sides combined descended from the sky.
Elder Wen was no longer dressed like an ordinary old man. Instead, he had changed into a military uniform and walked in front with an imposing manner.
Countless guns were aimed at them, so neither side dared to move.
"Fighting is not allowed in China.”
Elder Wen swept his gaze across the surroundings and his mouth twitched. He immediately added,"There's no need for a Martial Master."
The martial masters heaved a sigh of relief and put down their weapons.
Zhao Qilong's eyes widened in disbelief.
This…was a privilege?
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