Skill Maker

What's the matter?

Jiang He waved his hands nonchalantly, I'm not the same as you guys. If you don't mess with me, I'm too lazy to meddle in your business!

After taking the house back, Jiang He was out of breath, carrying his purse, pulled up Jiang Zhengqiang who was still in a daze, and turned to leave Hongshan Chong Teahouse.

Son... son, we... got the house back so easily?

Along the way, Jiang Zhengqiang still couldn't believe it.

His own son is so powerful? Wang Zhikun, a powerful social person, is so vulnerable?

This situation is too dreamy! Jiang Zhengqiang never dreamed that his son was so strong!

Could it be... that his son is really a legendary martial arts prodigy who is rare in a hundred years? So easily defeated Wang Zhikun?

How difficult do you think it is?

Jiang He shook his head with a smile, Wang Zhikun is nothing more than a village tyrant at most, and it's fine to be the king and tyrant in the Wenxing Street area. To be serious, he can't even be considered a 'social person'!

But... son, you injured so many people, what if Wang Zhikun calls the police? Will you be arrested?

At this time, Jiang Zhengqiang became a little worried again. It's against the law to injure so many people!

No! He dare not call the police!

Jiang He didn't care about this, Dad, many things Wang Zhikun did were not very formal, and he didn't dare to call the police! Besides, I acted appropriately! Those people just passed out, and the injuries were not serious!

There was another reason, Jiang He didn't tell his father clearly. That is...Wang Zhikun dared to call the police to arrest Jiang He? Isn't he afraid of Jiang He's revenge?

Oh! It's okay! It's okay!

Jiang Zhengqiang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard these words.

After a while, the two returned home together!

Dad, you put these things away!

Back home, Jiang He handed the leather bag in his hand to Jiang Zhengqiang, Open it first, and if I'm right, there should be more than our house mortgage contract inside!

Anything else?

Jiang Zhengqiang was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the purse.

In the purse, besides the real estate mortgage contract, there is also a bank card!

Son, this is...

Jiang Zhengqiang held the bank card with a shocked expression on his face, a little at a loss.

Wang Zhikun's apology!

Jiang He waved to his father, Dad, keep it! If we don't take it, I'm afraid Wang Zhikun won't be able to sleep well!

Is this... is this... suitable?

Jiang Zhengqiang was still hesitating.

What's inappropriate? It's inappropriate if you don't accept him! If you don't accept him, it means that I will continue to deal with him. You must accept him to feel at ease!

Jiang He smiled, glanced at his father, and raised his head, Dad, from today onwards, no one dares to mess with us in this area of ​​Wenxing Street! From now on, you will be the master!

What master? I'm a small businessman, how dare I call you master?

Jiang Zhengqiang sighed, shook his head for a while, and thought to himself: I don't know if my son's abilities are good or bad!

...

In Hongshan Chong Tea House!

Wang Zhikun returned to his office on the third floor with two painful arms.

Sitting on the sofa in the office, Wang Zhikun was angry and annoyed, with extremely complicated expressions on his face.

I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes! Why did I accept such an errand? I thought it was a soft persimmon, but it turned out to be a tyrannosaurus. Damn it!

Cursing and swearing, Wang Zhikun endured the severe pain, took out his mobile phone with difficulty, and made a call.

The arm was broken by Jiang He, and Wang Zhikun's mouth twitched in pain from the movement of dialing.

The call was connected quickly!

Hello? Xiao Wang! What do you want from me?

There was a burst of mandarin with a weird accent on the phone. The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to speak Mandarin well.

Boss Zhao, I...I didn't get the house you wanted! I messed it up!

Wang Zhikun cried and explained to others: Boss Zhao, the Jiang family you mentioned is not simple! Although Jiang Zhengqiang is not worth mentioning, his son is simply a villain! I can't afford it!

Huh? Evil star? What's going on?

The voice on the other side of the phone suddenly became urgent, as if the person on the other side was very interested in the matter of evil star.

Jiang He, the son of Jiang Zhengqiang, is simply inhuman! It's terrifying!

Thinking of the scene where Jiang He showed his supernatural power just now, Wang Zhikun still has lingering fears in his heart.

Boss Zhao, that Jiang He is so powerful, so good at fighting! Among my brothers, a dozen or so of them beat him, and none of them were opponents at all. All the brothers were injured! Even my two arms were broken. !

I'm sorry! Boss Zhao. I can't get the house you want! I can't do this!

Jiang He? He knocked down a dozen of you all by himself? Wounded all of you?

I don't know if I was shocked by Jiang He's ability to fight. Boss Zhao's voice became a little louder, with a faint trill in his voice.

Yes! He is that powerful! Boss Zhao, I really can't do this! I'm sorry!

Wang Zhikun's face was full of bitterness, regretting endlessly! If Boss Zhao hadn't set a high price, how could I have cheated Jiang Zhengqiang? How could he provoke that scary guy Jiang He?

Okay! You don't have to worry about this!

On the other side of the phone, Boss Zhao's voice became flat, That's it! I'm hanging up!

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now! In a high-end suite in the Tancheng Hotel.

A tall middle-aged man with dark skin frowned and hung up the phone.

This person is obviously Boss Zhao contacted by Wang Zhikun.

Jiang He? One hits ten? Hehe! Very good! Very good!

Boss Zhao walked up to the window, stretched out his hand and opened the curtains, and looked out at the busy street outside, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

I searched for hundreds of people surnamed Jiang in Tancheng, and finally found something! I hope...you are the one I'm looking for!

Boss Zhao's gaze became deeper, and the expression in his eyes... seemed to be pleasantly surprised, but at the same time surprised, it was unpredictable!

Balu, go! Go meet that Jiang He for a while!

Reaching out to close the curtain, Boss Zhao looked back.

Behind Boss Zhao, on the sofa in the room, sat a black man.

This black man named Baloo is short and thin, with a mess of strange patterns tattooed on his face.

yes!

Hearing Boss Zhao's order, Balu rushed out from the sofa in an instant, his short and thin body was as agile as a cheetah!

Boss, do you want to live or die?

Baloo pulled out a weird recurved machete from his waist, and grinned, his white teeth seemed to shine with a cold light.

Go all out! Life or death!

Boss Zhao's eyes were indifferent!