The host went on strike again today

Chapter 56 Modern Dear Miss Clothes (56)
"Don't shout, they are fake."

The nearest fire department needed at least 10 minutes to respond, and these three fire trucks arrived too fast. Even if he and those people had a plan, they were all waiting for his signal on the periphery at this time. It was impossible to do this. quick.

Tang Xinxin completely trusted Jun Wuming and nodded.

There are at least a dozen people above, searching for something in the dark.

Jun Wuming stuffed Tang Xinxin into the secret passage leading to the underground, which was there from the beginning of the villa's design.

Seeing that he was about to close the door, Tang Xinxin quickly stopped him, "Senior, what should you do?"

It was Jun Wuming who answered her and closed the door neatly, "Go out and wait for my news."

"Senior!" Tang Xinxin was burning with anxiety, but looking at the closed passage door, she ran out cruelly, and kept calling Tang Rui, but for some reason, she was prompted to turn off the phone.

The clouds outside blocked the moonlight, and the surrounding residents saw the fire truck coming and put down the alarm call.

What they didn't know was that the group of people in orange fire suits and special one-sided peeping people were holding guns instead of fire extinguishing tools.

They thought they needed to search, but unexpectedly a stern man slowly walked out of the darkness in the silence.

He was unscathed except for a few scratches on his arms, and the floor was littered with shards of glass and burning pieces of cloth.

Jun Wuming looked accurately at the person on the far right, and smiled contemptuously, "Patriarch Nangong, since you dare to do something, why hide it."

The person opposite him froze for a moment, then slowly took off his protective helmet.

The haggard face of the head of the Nangong family was revealed.

At this time, Patriarch Nangong is no longer the same as before, with much more gray hair, and his eyes are full of sinister owls.

His life in the past three months had made him angry and angry. He couldn't believe that he was almost fifty years old but was plotted by a boy in his early twenties. When he knew that the other party had absolute evidence of him, he would soon arrest him. He was ready to take action before.

Lin Luoluo was just the first step. He spent a lot of money to buy special potions from outside, just to make him an idiot today.

He spent a lot of money and hired professional killers. The private jet flying directly to country A was already on standby at the airport.

And Jun Wuming has no power or power, not even a community security guard.

He will definitely win tonight.

Patriarch Nangong sneered, "You are right, anyway, after tonight you will be dead."

Before he finished speaking, the tall and thin man next to Patriarch Nangong couldn't wait to punch Jun Wuming, and after being blocked by the opponent, he turned around and kicked. This speed and force can directly break the ribs of ordinary people, but Jun Wuming didn't dodge. Instead of evading, he trapped his legs and used his strength to fight.

Peng!
The tall and thin man crashed into the sideboard, and his helmet was shaken off, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.

It's Mr. Zhang.

Experts know the opponent's strength as soon as they make a move.

Mr. Zhang immediately felt that the opponent's strength and speed had a qualitative leap compared with three years ago.

This made him even more excited, "Boy, it seems that you have improved a lot in the past few years. But I am not idle."

Tortured by people in the mental hospital for several years, Mr. Zhang can only paralyze himself by exercising constantly.

Now, the thought of revenge made him look like a jackal in Jun Wuming's eyes, so he got up and rushed over again. This was a confrontation he had imagined in his mind for three years.

But he was so naive.

With his age, coupled with Jun Wuming's unstoppable talent, Mr. Zhang gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Patriarch Nangong waved his hand again, and seven or eight other tall men took off their protective helmets and surrounded them.

These people were all professional assassins hired by Patriarch Nangong from abroad with a lot of money. With the cooperation of them and Mr. Zhang, Jun Wuming was crushed to the ground, and a tube of emerald green potion was injected into his body.

Everything went so smoothly.

This made Patriarch Nangong, who thought that the great revenge would be avenged, laugh smugly.

"Boy, there are too many things that money can solve in this world, such as this, just a small amount can turn people into idiots." Nan Gongjue took another tube of green syringe, and walked towards the half-kneeling man step by step. Limp man.

Jun Wuming's face was pale, as if he was resisting the effect of the medicine, and this made Patriarch Nangong laugh even louder.

(End of this chapter)