Doomsday: Start with the strongest talent

Chapter 282 Dragon Form
"Xiao Fan? Is it really you?" Qiao Wan was surprised and delighted.

After not seeing each other for seven years, Xiao Fan lost his childishness and his eyes became unfathomable.

The body is more burly, and there are some faint scars on the face and arms.

Obviously there was only one person, but he stood there with the aura of a thousand troops.

In an instant, the audience was silent, and the beating of each other's hearts could be vaguely heard.

"It's me." Xiao Fan gently supported Qiao Wan to stand up.

Snapped!
Without any warning, Xiao Fan slapped Chen Yan in the face with his backhand.

A loud and crisp slap sounded in everyone's mind, and Chen Yan's cheeks were swollen, and two bloody teeth flew out.

"Xiao, you dare to hit me?!" Chen Yan stared angrily.

Snapped!
Xiao Fan had no words, but responded to her with practical actions.

With two slaps, Chen Yan's face was swollen into a pig's head, and even the skin was bleeding.

The mouth was full of loose teeth, and a mouthful of blood froth was spit out, with a few broken teeth wrapped in it.

The brain was groggy, and looking at the hall in front of him, he felt dizzy.

Qiao Youzhi watched his wife being beaten, and huddled in a corner, not daring to speak out.

"That's enough, don't fight anymore." Qiao Wan couldn't bear it after all.

"Well, I'll listen to you." Xiao Fan nodded slightly, without even looking at Chen Yan, he turned and looked at Qiao Sheng, the old man of the Qiao family, who was directly above him.

"When the Qiao family was on the verge of bankruptcy, it was the Xiao family who came to help."

"As a result, when the Xiao family was killed, the Qiao family scrambled to eat away at the Xiao family's property."

"Nowadays, you are even more frenzied, and want to push the Xiao family's ancestral grave to build a building to make money!"

Xiao Fan's words were like swords, his sentences were sonorous, and his powerful momentum exploded instantly.

Everyone in the Qiao family knew they were in the wrong, and they all buried their heads in shame, not daring to meet Xiao Fan's eyes.

"If it weren't for Wan'er's sake, the first person I would destroy when I return to Tianqing City would be your Qiao family!"

After Xiao Fan finished speaking, everyone in the Qiao family raised their heads again.

They knew that they were wrong, but they looked Xiao Fan up and down, except that he became more mature, like a sharp sword with a hidden front, but they didn't see any other difference.

And the Xiao family no longer exists in Tianqing City.

Kill Qiao's family?
Simply insane!
Qiao Sheng snorted, took out a bank card from his bag, and threw it on the ground like a beggar, "Xiao Fan, although you survived, you ended up with nothing."

"Because our two families have some friendship, as long as you agree to divorce Wan'er, the 100 million in the card will be yours."

When it is useful, it is pulled to the side, and when it is useless, it is kicked away.

It was not only an insult to Xiao Fan, but also an insult to Qiao Wan.

"I can't get a divorce!" Qiao Wan answered firmly.

The Qiao family owed too much, and he must try his best to make up for it.

Besides, I am not an object, and it is impossible to let the family manipulate me.

Xiao Fan stepped on the bank card with his foot and said disdainfully: "You should keep this money for yourself to buy a better coffin."

At this moment, a servant hurried in from the outside, "Old man, the eldest son of the Luo family has arrived. He said he has booked a ticket to Xihai and is waiting for the second lady to depart."

"You can't neglect First Young Master Luo, everyone will go out with me." Qiao Sheng's eyes lit up, and he walked out of the hall first, leaning on a pear wood crutch.

The members of the Qiao family supported Qiao Wan and followed closely behind, and Xiao Fan also followed.

From a distance, I saw a black Hellcat parked at the gate of Qiao's villa, escorted by two business Mercedes-Benz.

A young man with fashionable clothes and dyed blond hair was leaning against the side of the car.

He wears big sunglasses and has English letters tattooed on his neck.

At first glance, I thought it was a trendy gangster on the street.

In fact, he is Luo Xin, the only son of the chairman of the Roche Group, and the future successor of the Roche Group.

Beside him, there were more than a dozen professional bodyguards in suits and leather shoes.

"Master Joe, Uncle Joe."

"Wan'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you really miss me, come and give me a hug."

With a wretched smile on Luo Xin's face, she opened her arms and wanted to hug Qiao Wan into her arms.

Swish!
Suddenly, a burly figure stood in front of Qiao Wan.

"Who are you?" Luo Xin looked up at Xiao Fan.

"Don't you know me? Then get to know me well today!"

Xiao Fan gave a serious smile, clenched his fist and slammed Luo Xin's mouth hard.

boom!
Just hearing a sound, Luo Xin flew upside down like a kite with a broken string five or six meters away.

The upper and lower lips were cracked, blood flowed horizontally, and the white teeth became finely shattered.

The frontal bone was also severely dislocated and deformed, and the entire face was almost unrecognizable from its original appearance.

hiss!
Seeing this scene, everyone in the Qiao family gasped.

are you crazy?
This is the young master of the Roche Group!

The Xiao family at their peak did not dare to offend, let alone Xiao Fan who had nothing?

It is no exaggeration to say that with a single word from the Luo Group, Xiao Fan can disappear in Tianqing City without a sound.

Even Qiao Wan felt that Xiao Fan was too reckless and shouldn't be so rude.

"Go! Let me kill him!" Luo Xin got up with the help of the bodyguards, and roared inarticulately.

A dozen bodyguards got the order and formed a circle to surround Xiao Fan.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Sheng showed a sneer on his face, "These dozens of bodyguards are all veterans of the Dragon Army, stronger than the top mercenaries, one enemy is no problem, Xiao Fan is dead."

"Didn't the rumors say that only the captain of the security guard is a veteran of the Dragon Army? Could it be that all these people are?"

"Every member of the Shenlong Army is one of ten thousand masters. I really didn't expect the Luo Group to have such a powerful means to recruit so many Shenlong Army masters."

"It's not that we use Shao Luo's hand to get rid of him, it's him who hit the gun himself, and he can't blame others when he dies."

Everyone in the Qiao family took pleasure in their misfortune.

As long as Xiao Fan died, the last trace of guilt in their hearts would disappear.

Qiao Wan clasped her hands together and put them nervously on her chest.

No matter how much she begged Luo Xin for mercy, the other party was unmoved.

"Since he is a member of the Dragon Army, he must recognize this move, right?"

Xiao Fan stepped down on horseback, his hands forming claws, resembling a swimming dragon.

Swish swish!
Every move brought out gusts of wind, and the dragon's chant was faintly hidden in the wind.

The powerful aura centered on Xiao Fan and spread in all directions, enveloping everyone present.

The faces of the bodyguards were astonished, and there was already a shocking wave in their hearts.

There are nine dragon styles in total, and they are the strongest martial art created by Long Shuai himself.

Because of this, the Shenlong Army has become a world-renowned special forces in just a few years.

However, not everyone can learn the complete nine sets of dragon poses, nor can everyone fully comprehend them.

But judging from the several sets of dragon poses that Xiao Fan has practiced so far, his level is definitely higher than his own, and he has comprehended the essence of dragon poses.

Those bloody money have not stained their blood and principles as soldiers.

More than a dozen bodyguards stood at the same spot, and gave a straight military salute to Xiao Fan, "See you, sir!"

(End of this chapter)