world famous doctor

Chapter 213
At this moment, the route that the commercial vehicle Zhou Chen was driving was not going to any hospital in the city.

Instead, they drove to the barren hills on the outskirts of Jiangzhou City.

Zhou Chen didn't show any panic, but instead had a disdainful smile on his face.

He looked at the headed man with a cut head calmly, and asked:
"Well, before you start, can you let me know? Let me know who ordered you to deal with me?"

One of the men was about to speak when the inch-cut man stared back with wide eyes.

The inch-headed man smiled coldly and said, "This... is the rule in our business, so I have nothing to say! However, we can respect your personal opinion and make it less painful for you to die later. .”

As he spoke, he also took out a sharp dagger from his pocket and rubbed it against his jeans twice, as if in a demonstration.

On Zhou Chen's face, there was no panic at all, on the contrary, he looked calm and calm, extremely indifferent.

"Oh? Is this still an option?"

"Of course, although we are out to mess around, we are also moral."

While speaking, the inch-cropped man couldn't help but look at Zhou Chen in front of him again, and he praised indifferently:
"I've done this many times. It's the first time I've seen someone as calm as you. If you hadn't offended someone you shouldn't have offended, I guess you'd be quite suitable to join us."

After hearing this, Zhou Chen laughed out loud.

He shook his head, making the men on the other side feel a little baffled.

How could a dying person still laugh?
Could it be a mental problem?
The car quickly drove to a clearing on the mountain.

They got out of the car together.

The young man who had just pretended to be unconscious on the stretcher also climbed up at this time.

In his hand, there was also a sharp dagger.

Seven or eight of them stood opposite Zhou Chen.

The headed man with an inch head frowned slightly and looked at Zhou Chen with a look of pity and pity.

He asked Zhou Chen: "Tell me, do you want to wipe your neck directly, or we will bury you here alive, choose 2 from 1."

"What if I choose neither?"

Zhou Chen laughed twice, his reply made the other party feel very ridiculous.

The inch-cut man couldn't help smiling, and said, "Do you think there is room for negotiation? You can choose 2 from 1, or we can help you decide."

After laughing for a while, Zhou Chen stopped.

He glanced at the seven or eight strong men standing opposite him, and asked:

"Then I'll give you a multiple-choice question, which is 2 to 1. You can either get out of here immediately, or I'll smack your ass later!"

As soon as the words came out of the other party, everyone's faces froze.

"Brother, what are you talking about with this kid, tmd is just pretending to be aggressive with your life, let me go and end him now!"

One of the middle-aged men couldn't take it anymore, his face changed, and he was extremely annoyed, and he raised a sharp dagger and greeted Zhou Chen.

All eyes were cast on Zhou Chen and the young man.

Zhou Chen watched the mature man walking towards him step by step, and there was a strong killing intent flashing in the eyes of the mature man.

"Boy, be a good person in the next life, don't pretend to be like others!"

The middle-aged man had already arrived in front of Zhou Chen at this moment, and holding the dagger, he slashed towards Zhou Chen's throat.

The few men present were murderous things without blinking an eye. They folded their arms on their chests, as if they were waiting for a good show.

Zhou Chen had sharp eyes and quick hands, and just as the opponent's dagger reached the position a centimeter before his neck, he came back first and kicked out fiercely, hitting the middle-aged man's abdomen with his kick.

The hundred-kilogram body of the strong man flew out and hit the ground heavily, hugging his arms and thighs and howling.

The inch-cut man and several other men blinked subconsciously, and they looked intently.

This is not an illusion.

After a while, the strong man who was kicked to the ground climbed up again.

He picked up the dagger at his feet again, held it tightly in his hand, and cursed:
"Stinky boy, if you dare to fight back, I won't cut you today!"

He still made the same move, stabbing vigorously towards Zhou Chen's neck.

Zhou Chen was unmoved.

He just stared at the strong man who was attacking him without moving.

The sharp point of the knife stopped suddenly when it reached Zhou Chen's throat.

It's like being frozen in a movie.

The men on the side looked around, and saw Zhou Chen stretched out two fingers quickly at some point, and clamped the dagger like iron tongs.

That dagger can no longer move forward.

Of course, if the dagger moved forward half a point, Zhou Chen's throat might have been pierced by the dagger.

The middle-aged man had a ferocious expression, gripped the dagger tightly, pushed forward with more force, and roared wildly in his mouth:

"I'll fucking kill you."

However, no matter how hard the strong man exerted himself, it seemed that the dagger could not move forward at all.

He also grasped the handle of the dagger with his other hand and exerted force together.

But still to no avail.

The men present all looked at this scene with incredulous expressions on their faces.

Are Zhou Chen's two fingers so powerful?

The young man was also dumbfounded.

It seems that today is a hard stubble.

Zhou Chen looked lightly at the middle-aged man who was confronting him, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident contempt.

"With this little ability, how can I learn from others to come out and kill people?"

The middle-aged man was also a little puzzled at the moment.

What method did this kid use?
Why can two fingers erupt so much resistance?

No matter how hard he tried to press down, the dagger would not budge.

Finally, after the mature man let out a dull roar, he changed his mind and prepared to get away, and launched another attack.

There was a sneer on the corner of Zhou Chen's mouth.

He snapped his fingers.

A loud sound.

The dagger snapped apart.

The broken half of the knife tip, while falling, pierced into the instep of the strong man like a flying knife in an instant.

Before the mature man could react, his instep had already been pierced with a bloody hole by a broken knife.

He couldn't bear the severe pain from the back of his feet, his center of gravity was unstable, and he couldn't stand up. He fell to the ground, hugged his ankle and howled miserably.

Zhou Chen clapped his hands and hummed softly:
"Trash, vulnerable."

After a brief moment of stupefaction, the face of the headed man with the cropped head turned cold for a moment.

He felt a little worried for no reason.

He gritted his teeth tightly and threatened Zhou Chen:
"Boy, I advise you to catch him immediately. There are so many of us, you can't beat us."

"How do you know if you don't fight?"

As Zhou Chen spoke, he slowly walked towards him.

(End of this chapter)