Global Selection: Only I Know the Story

But she had a unique vision. When Wang Chao was just starting out, she decisively bet on him, which led to a good relationship between her and Wang Chao.

So when Zhang Tong was hunted by God, Wang Chao came to protect her in person, and the killers organized by God turned out to be food delivery.

After all, the notice everyone received was to kill an ordinary rich man, but a god-level bodyguard suddenly appeared beside the rich man. Who can bear this?

In fact, Tianyu didn't feel sorry for this. This killer organization actually had nothing to do with him, and God in the original book didn't think much of it.

It is estimated that in God's eyes, they are just a group of monkeys anyway. If they are supposed to die, they will die. If they are alive, they will make money for him. Speaking of which, this kind of boss is much more evil than the capitalists.

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"Such a heavy rain, it's a good day to kill people." Tianyu flicked his bamboo hat and slowly walked into the kendo field.

He only now realized that the bamboo hat was a good thing. It could not only hide his appearance, but also look cool. No wonder the heroes in the costume movies all liked to wear one.

Dozens of people in the kendo hall were sitting together, facing a handsome boy.

These dozens of people were the best fighters in the gang here, or the most senior people, and each of them was a big boss.

Under their scorching gaze, the boy stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was still leisurely.

He looked like an ordinary college student. It was hard to imagine that this was Wang Chao, who was known as the best in the world.

"Mr. Wang, you initiated this party, but you came late today and made so many of us wait. Isn't it too much?"

After a while, a young man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands in his arms stood up first. Everyone was civilized. Before taking action, they always had to find an excuse.

"You're holding a knife in your arms? Go ahead."

Wang Chao spoke directly and was too lazy to continue arguing. It was troublesome to negotiate with others. It was much easier to beat them up first. This was also his usual attitude.

"Okay, I'm Xue Xue from the Huaqing Gang. You're more famous than me, but if you want me to obey you, you have to show me some skills."

While speaking, the young man from the Huaqing Gang shook his bag, revealing a knife covered with a leather sheath.

The leather sheath was pulled out, and a broad knife in the style of slaughtering pigs and deboning was already in his hand.

The young man sneered, and moved forward with his toes, grabbing a foot away. In an instant, he was in front of Wang Chao and stabbed him with a knife.

"Is that all?" Wang Chao glanced at the young man indifferently, stretched out his index finger, and gently flicked on the knife.

"Buzz~!" There was a light sound, and the sound was far away.

The butcher knife in the young man's hand seemed to be hit by an iron rod, and it began to shake violently. He couldn't hold it and fell directly to the ground.

"Awesome, worthy of being the best in the world" The young man blushed and retreated.

"This Kung Fu"

"It's the realm of immortals!"

Everyone present was shocked and silent. The young man's knife skills were one of the best among them, but he couldn't even catch a finger of Wang Chao.

"Such Kung Fu, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fight against the God assassination group." Wang Chao's heart moved and said lightly.

While speaking, his ears moved, and he didn't pay attention to the young man, but turned his head to look at the door.

Naturally, the Chinese gang bosses and gold medal fighters in the dojo all followed his gaze.

It was still pouring outside the eaves at the door, but a man wearing a bamboo hat could be vaguely seen walking over.

The man in the bamboo hat didn't seem to move much, but he had come to the eaves from the rain. He was clean and there was not a drop of rain on his bamboo hat.

"Who is this? There are people guarding the gate, how did they let outsiders in?" A big man asked, but no one could answer.

"I'm here to challenge the club." Tianyu said lightly: "In addition to challenging the club, I also plan to kill a few people by the way."

Tianyu's voice was leisurely, giving people a sense of convincing power.

"Kick the club and kill people?"

"Hahaha."

"Come here to kick the club? My friend, tell me who sent you here? How much money did you pay? It wasn't the other karate or taekwondo clubs, was it?"

"To kick the club, you have to take down the sign when there are many people. It's raining now, and it's deserted. It's useless to kick the club. You'd better go back and come back tomorrow."

"When I was in charge of the dojo, anyone who came to kick the club would be hung on the flagpole for a day."

"Think about it carefully. No one will take you to the hospital in the wind and rain."

When the man in the bamboo hat spoke, the bigwigs at the meeting were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter, mocking each other as if they saw a fool.

Kicking the club is not uncommon. People who practice martial arts have hot tempers, and fighting every few days is a routine operation.

But today is a gathering of all the bigwigs of Chinese communities in France and the United States, especially with the most elite fighters of major communities present.

Suddenly, a lone person broke in to challenge the club. This situation was like hitting a wall, and the whole scene became funny. Even Zhang Tong pursed his lips and found it a little funny.

"The strong energy forms a shield, and the wind and rain are not invaded." Wang Chao was the only one who didn't laugh. He looked at Tianyu quietly, his face a little solemn.

"You are not here to challenge the martial arts school. With your skills, I can't imagine that there is any martial arts school in the world that can afford you to challenge the martial arts school?"

"Originally, I did want to challenge the martial arts school. Someone also paid me to kill people. The woman behind you is my target. She is the owner of this martial arts school. If I want to kill her, I naturally have to challenge the martial arts school. The rest of the people are just silenced. Although it is a gang robbing gang, it is better to be safe in our line of work."

Tianyu said indifferently.

"Are you from the God assassination group?" Several big men present suddenly stood up.

"I guess so." Tianyu's tone was still flat.

"Your assassination group's methods are quite wild." Wang Chao looked a little strange.

General assassination operations are sniping, lurking, shooting from the dark, etc. I have never heard of a single person coming to kill when everyone is gathered together and the strength is the strongest.

"There's no need to worry about these details. Killing all the witnesses is a perfect assassination."

"How shameless! Even if you are a member of the God assassination group, can you kill everyone here?" A young master said coldly.

"Wang Chao is an opponent. Today is not the day for us to decide the winner, but killing all the rest of you is a piece of cake." Tianyu's face did not change at all.

"Hahaha, I have killed countless people, but I have never seen anyone pretending like this. I'm standing here. If you have the guts, come and kill me!" The young man sneered.

"Okay!" Tianyu looked at him and nodded slightly: "I will fulfill your wish."

The next moment, Tianyu's voice suddenly appeared in front of the young man, just like the Taoist legend of shrinking the earth into an inch.

Tianyu's so-called lack of light skills only means that he cannot create the effect of flying, or cannot produce a clone-like afterimage.

But with his high agility, the burst of physical quality alone is not inferior to those god-level masters!

Wang Chao may be able to defeat Tianyu now only after he uses the spider-treading water unique body movement.

Tianyu's expression was neither sad nor happy. He pressed his thumb on his index finger, stood up, and punched out lightly.

This fist-clenching method violates the common sense of almost all boxing methods. It is not a flat fist, not a sharp fist, not a crane's mouth fist, nor the five-element boxing posture of chopping, collapsing, drilling, cannon, and horizontal.

It is better to say that it is a Tantric handprint than a boxing method.

The fist made a slight sound, like a firework explosion, and the young man was stunned.

Tianyu's casual punch, he couldn't even understand it, and he couldn't move it, as if time and space were imprisoned. He could only see a fist slowly growing in front of him.