City of Heaven Resident Clerk

Chapter 146
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The scribe slapped him with a slap.

Wu Chen dodged and avoided Master Wen's slap.

"The body is quite agile."

Master Wen stepped forward and slapped him again.

This time, Wu Chen didn't hide, he raised his hand to hit him.

boom!
When the two slaps hit together, there was an explosion-like sound, and many things on the rostrum were scattered by the energy.

The people in the audience were terrified and unbelievable.

Is this human power?How is it like in the movie?

"He is a warrior!"

Zhu Tianhe shouted.

Zhu Tianhe's heart was incomparably turbulent, he knew warriors, and he also thought about when he would have a warrior in his family.

But he never expected that Wu Chen was a warrior who could fight against a literary master.

Zhu Tianhe suddenly realized whether he had done something wrong.

The two people on the stage backed out.

Master Wen took five steps back before stopping his figure, and Wu Chen went directly to the audience.

"Boy, you are very good. You have the courage to take my palm, but you are far from my opponent."

The scribe said.

"is it?"

Wu Chen said.

The scribe pointed to the edge of the rostrum, which meant clearly that you were all off the stage.

Wu Chen picked up the delicate vial containing the bugs from the table. He waved his hand to the writer, "I'm here to get the bugs."

"Let me go!"

The literary master shouted.

Wu Chen put the bottle in his pocket, "How can I put down what I got, thank you very much."

"Get out!" the scribe said coldly.

Woo!
Wu Chen grabbed the table in front of him and threw it.

boom!
The scribe smashed the table with one punch.

Before everyone felt the power of Master Wen in their hearts, Wu Chen had already rushed to the stage and punched Master Wen directly.

I have to say that the writer is very experienced. He folded his hands together to block the way of Wu Chen's fist.

boom!
Wu Chen's fist hit the scribe's palm, and the scribe retreated quickly, hitting a pillar before stopping.

The scribe's face was extremely gloomy.

"Good boy."

The scribe stepped on the ground, and his whole body was smashed like a cannonball.

boom!
Wu Chen swung his leg and kicked Master Wen on the shoulder.

The writer flew out and landed on a table under the rostrum, which was smashed.

With a "crack" sound, Master Wen jumped up.

He shouted angrily, "Wow!", and then rushed to the rostrum.

boom!
As soon as the literary master arrived on the stage, Wu Chen kicked him in the head.

The scribe flew out again.

The scribe then rushed up and was kicked away, went up again, and was kicked away again.

Everyone in the lobby didn't know what mood they were in.

Insufferable, the scribe who was afraid of every point was beaten violently...

Zhu Tianhe was dumbfounded.

Zhu Zhi'an was fine, she frowned, she didn't like such violent scenes, and she had seen them many times, so it was not surprising at all.

Wei Wenxing was surprised, it was so strange!

Among those present, there should be no one who knows the horror of the scribe better than him.

Liang Huacheng from Huanan City is really afraid of literary teachers.

Wei Wenxing still remembers that one year Master Wen invited Liang Huacheng to fight, and the two fought evenly.

Wu Chen is the same age as him, why can he beat the scribe?
Wei Wenxing could find it difficult to accept that he was not as good as Wu Chen, but he could not accept that his master, Wenshi, was not as good as Wu Chen!

Regardless of whether he accepts it or not, and regardless of the mood of the people present, anyway, the scribe is being beaten, and the beating is still going on.

Wu Chen even stepped on the scribe's face.

Immediately, the scribe's face was full of blood.

The scribe was beaten so badly that he couldn't get up anymore, he was lying on the ground panting heavily.

"Who can give me a stool?" Wu Chen looked towards the audience.

No one gave him a stool, and as soon as Wu Chen looked, the crowd moved back.

That's right, in their eyes, Wu Chen became a demon.

"How about you give me a stool?"

Wu Chen looked at Wei Wenxing.

Wei Wenxing stood there blankly, not hearing Wu Chen's words at all.

"When my words are deaf to your ears?"

Wu Chen frowned.

"I'll get it for you."

Zhu Zhi'an trotted over holding a stool.

"Thank you."

Wu Chen took the stool.

He didn't sit down immediately, but walked towards Wei Wenxing, grabbed Wei Wenxing by the collar, and threw Wei Wenxing onto the stage, causing Wei Wenxing to twitch non-stop on the rostrum.

Wu Chen then sat on the bench and looked at Master Wen.

"Who are you?" the writer asked.

"Wu Chen." Wu Chen replied.

"Who is your teacher?" the writer asked again.

"From kindergarten to university, which one are you asking?" Wu Chen asked.

The scribe put his hands on the ground with difficulty and sat up.

"You are about the same age as Wei Wenxing, how did you cultivate?" the scribe said.

"Shouldn't you care about your life now?" Wu Chen said.

"With so many eyes, you won't kill me."

The writer is very confident.

"Oh?" Wu Chen smiled.

The scribe went on to say: "Today I admit it, the bug is yours too, let me take Wei Wenxing away."

"Hey."

Wu Chen sighed, "I told you before that if you give me the bug, nothing will happen to us, but you refused to listen. Now you agree?"

"I agree." The scribe replied.

"But, I don't agree anymore." Wu Chen said.

"What do you want?" the scribe asked.

Wu Chen looked at Wei Wenxing, "What about the repudiation?"

"How much do you want?" Wei Wenxing looked fearful.

"How much can you give, how much do you think can buy your cheap life." Wu Chen said lightly.

"[-] million?" Wei Wenxing tried to say.

"Can you come up with [-] million?" Wu Chen looked at Wei Wenxing.

"If you can't take it out, give me some time."

As soon as Wei Wenxing said these words, Wu Chen grabbed a broken leg of a table on the ground and threw it over.

"what!"

Wei Wenxing howled miserably, the piece of wood was directly inserted into his thigh.

"I was fooled once, will I be fooled a second time?"

Wu Chen snorted: "Give it to me now, if I don't see you within 3 minutes, you will regret it."

Hearing Wu Chen's words, Wei Wenxing couldn't help crying out for pain. He took out his phone, but the screen of the phone was broken.

"Lend me, lend me your phone..." Wei Wenxing said to Wu Chen.

Wu Chen took out his cell phone and unlocked it.

Wei Wenxing dialed a number.

Wu Chen is not interested in knowing the content of Wei Wenxing's phone call.

"Wu Chen, it's illegal for you to do this." Zhu Zhi'an said.

Wu Chen ignored it and Zhu Zhi'an stamped his foot angrily.

After a while, Wei Wenxing said to Wu Chen: "Soon, soon you will receive a text message, where does my uncle have your card number?"

Wu Chen took the phone, and sure enough, a reminder text message came.

He was very satisfied, "Did you learn a lesson?"

"It's a lesson learned." Wei Wenxing lowered his head.

Then he said, "Can I go now?"

"You can leave anytime," Wu Chen said.

Wei Wenxing got up and went to help Master Wenxing.

"What are you doing?" Wu Chen said coldly.

"Let's go." Wei Wenxing said.

"I said you can leave at any time, did I say him?" Wu Chen stared

(End of this chapter)