C27

Ye Zheng walked out of the "Goddess Club".

As he walked through the gate, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Only now did he realize that after an entire night of intense fighting and strange encounters, he had "sent Gao Xiaowen home"

the task has been forgotten... Ye Zheng took out his phone from his back pocket. Only then did he realise that the screen had cracked a few times in the midst of intense fighting, making it unable to open.

Ye Zheng prepared to take a taxi to the hotel.

The road in front of the club wasn't very wide. There were tall parasol trees on both sides of the road, and the street lamps were blocked by the lush foliage, only giving off a sparse light.

At this moment, two youngsters jumped out from behind the bush. One of them was "Kill Matt" who had dyed his yellow hair.

The other person was a black fat man, five short and three thick. He held a short wooden stick in his hand; they were obviously robbers.

"Halt."

"Kill!"

Ye Zheng gloomily stopped in his tracks, intentionally looking stupidly at the two hoodlums.

"Take it out. We want money but not our lives."

Matt's attitude towards killing was extremely arrogant.

Ye Zheng sighed, what happened today?

Isn't it a good day to go out, according to the calendar?

"Idiot, hurry up!"

The fatty poked Ye Zheng's shoulder with a stick.

"Fine."

Ye Zheng said helplessly.

In an instant, one of Fatty's arms was dislocated and he rolled around on the ground, letting out a pig-slaughtering howl.

Almost at the same time, the knife that killed Matt came into Ye Zheng's hands. With a flash of cold light, the earlobe disappeared from his left ear.

Ye Zheng's speed was too fast, like lightning in the sky.

"Let's go."

Ye Zheng ordered with a smile.

The two of them got up awkwardly and supported each other, stumbling as they ran.

In this world, why are there so many idiots who overestimate themselves?

Ye Zheng finally managed to get a taxi back to the hotel, but the feast was long over and all the participants had disappeared.

Ye Zheng drove his own car, and prepared to go to Songshan Lake Villa District to see if his employer was safely at home.

Along the way, Ye Zheng discovered that his wound was extremely painful. He thought with regret, "He actually cut on the chest … Is my life in peace rusting my skill and reaction? "

Songshan Lake Villa District brought Gao Xiaowen and her assistant to the front door of Villa 39.

Gao Xiaowen's beautiful face revealed a trace of a reserved smile: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's my honor to serve a beautiful woman."

Ma Jian tried his best to act like a gentleman.

"Ye Zheng still can't be reached?"

Gao Xiaowen frowned and asked.

"No, since he got to the hotel's underground garage, the car hasn't moved, but he's gone."

Han Ruolin stuck out her tongue and answered.

The Margo got off the carriage politely and helped Gao Xiaowen open the door before she got out to take care of her.

When she arrived at the door, Gao Xiaowen said to him: "It's getting late, Mister Ma, you can go back."

"Aren't you going to buy me a cup of coffee?"

Ma Jian forced a smile.

"Another day."

Gao Xiaowen answered quickly.

Ma Jian smiled as he bid farewell and returned to his own car.

Looking at Gao Xiaowen's back figure, he fiercely patted on the steering wheel, and her face revealed a "unsatisfied desire".

The hatred.

Why was this actress so cold to him?

When Gao Xiaowen and the assistant Han Ruolin returned to the villa, a trace of nervousness appeared on her face, "Where's Ye Zheng?"

"I don't know."

Han Ruolin said with a solemn expression, "When I was searching for him in the parking lot, I found some blood traces. I have a feeling that Ye Zheng was ambushed. "

"Xiao Family?"

Gao Xiaowen asked.

"Xiao Family is most likely. The person who came was definitely an expert, and had even caught Ye Zheng off guard. "

Han Ruolin's face darkened as she speculated.

"Ye Zheng, his background is also very suspicious."

Gao Xiaowen pondered for a moment, then said: "Who can guarantee that he is not our enemy? Wasn't he the agent who murdered my father's mercenary group five years ago? "

"Eldest Miss, what should we do?"

When the two were alone, Han Ruolin called Gao Xiaowen "Big Miss".

Not "Sister Gao"

"Braking with calmness, resisting the ever-changing situation."

Gao Xiaowen replied.

"Do you wish to request for the organization's support?"

Han Ruolin asked.

"No need. We can handle it. "

Gao Xiaowen said confidently: "Now, let's go to the basement."

Gao Xiaowen and Han Ruolin returned to their respective rooms. Five minutes later, they met in the living room and put on their close-fitting sports clothes.

The basement of villa No. 39 was about 80 square meters. There was a door on the staircase that separated it from the building on the ground.

The two of them walked in and turned on the lights. The floor of the basement was covered with a thick layer of wood. On the snow-white walls, there were all kinds of cold weapons.

"Eldest Miss, please try it out."

Han Ruolin said respectfully.

Han Ruolin made her move.

Her movements were short, forceful, and swift, completely unlike that of a 20-year-old girl.

Gao Xiaowen's face was stern, she used every move she saw, leaving the empty underground room with only the muffled sounds of fists, palms and arms hitting against each other.

Their skills were clearly from the same sect, but they were different from any kind of Fighting Techniques on the market.

Not only could he use his fists, palms, knees, or elbows to attack his opponents, but he could also use the Phoenix's Eye Fist and his fingers to poke their temples, throat, neck, heart, and human body. Every attack came from an incredible angle, making it impossible to guard against.

Han Ruolin had a rather high opinion of her speed, but she believed that due to her age and gender, she wouldn't have much of an advantage in terms of cultivation.

If Ye Zheng could see her current performance, he would definitely have a new evaluation and evaluation.

Her techniques were adept, but her strength was also sufficient. She actually seemed like an experienced martial artist who had practiced martial arts for over ten years.

In everyone's eyes, Gao Xiaowen was just a reserved second-tier actor, but no one would have thought that her martial arts skills were so superb that it was hard to differentiate between her and Han Ruolin.

Under the long battle, Han Ruolin increased the frequency and speed of his attacks, but Gao Xiaowen's attacks were not slow at all.

After a hundred moves, both of them attacked at the same time.

Han Ruolin's "Phoenix's Eye Fist"

When she was still half a foot away from Gao Xiaowen's temple, Gao Xiaowen's index finger had already touched her throat.

The two remained in a deadlock for about five seconds.

"I've lost."

Han Ruolin retracted her fist and lowered her head.

She was slightly out of breath, but Gao Xiaowen's breathing was very steady, obviously his cultivation was still above Han Ruolin's.

"One hundred and thirteen strikes."

Gao Xiaowen said.

Outside the villa, Ye Zheng had already stopped the car. The inside of the window was completely dark, Gao Xiaowen and his assistant had definitely returned home safely and had fallen asleep.

"Explain to them tomorrow?"

Ye Zheng thought.

Suddenly, the hairs on Ye Zheng's arm stood up. He quivered in his heart, suddenly sat up, and quickly pulled off his seat belt, getting out of the car door.

"Killing intent?"

Ye Zheng thought.