"Young man, I just want to ask her to come over and help me take a biography. I don't mean any harm." Fo Ye raised his hand and motioned for Peng Zhan to sit down and talk.
Peng Zhan was naturally not polite and sat opposite the Buddha with a golden sword.
Buddha and Peng Zhan looked at each other for five minutes, but in the end it was Buddha who avoided his eyes in panic.
Many times, the way two people look at each other before a fight has already determined the outcome of the fight in advance. The one who looks away first will be in a very disadvantageous situation in terms of momentum.
After so many years of looking at each other, this was the first time that Buddha felt inexplicably frightened by someone else's eyes. His eyes, full of ultimate edge, could not match the indifference in Peng Zhan's eyes.
His eyes were like sharp knives and poisonous arrows, which had destroyed the psychological defenses of countless enemies.
But Peng Zhan's eyes were like a vast ocean, able to dissolve all the sharpness in Buddha's eyes. Later, Buddha himself was still addicted to it. If he hadn't withdrawn his eyes in time, he might have drowned in that vast ocean.
"Can I go?" Peng Zhan smiled slightly and asked softly.
"Of course, but if she doesn't give me a biography, I'm afraid there will be trouble later. If I guess correctly, you are not living together. Without living together, you cannot provide her with 24-hour security protection." Fo Ye He said in a calm tone.
"You dare to threaten me, aren't you afraid that I will flatten this place?" Peng Zhan said with a frown. He was a little angry that the other party dared to threaten him even though he was clearly inferior to him.
"You have no reason to trample me. I'm not trying to harm her. I just want her to help me film a biography. And I'm willing to pay a sky-high price. At least until I don't hurt her, you have no reason to take action against me." , isn’t it?”
Buddha said confidently, because he had already guessed that with Peng Zhan's skills, he should have entered the ranks of strongmen. According to the strongman code, strongmen would not attack ordinary people except to protect themselves.
As soon as Lord Buddha finished speaking, he felt a cold light coming straight to the door. The cold light was wrapped with endless murderous intent. He was so frightened that he could no longer care about his own image. A few lazy donkeys rolled directly on the ground, with panic on his face. The masks fell aside.
Despite this, the cold light still scraped against his face, directly cutting off the tip of his already broken nose, causing blood to flow profusely.
The woman in black beside her was so frightened that everything happened so fast that she had no time to react.
The expression on Buddha's originally terrifying face became more and more ferocious. He himself was a ruthless person, but he didn't expect that Peng Zhan, who looked very kind, also had an even stronger ruthlessness than him.
If his strong desire to survive had not made him much more agile than usual, Peng Zhan's sword would have cut him in two.
After avoiding Peng Zhan's sword energy, he rolled a few more times, fearing that Peng Zhan would pursue his victory.
In fact, if Peng Zhan really wanted his life, it would be useless no matter how much he retreated.
After no longer feeling the strong sword energy, Buddha stood up tremblingly.
He was not afraid of death, but the sudden murderous aura made his body completely out of his control. He could only calm down his emotions by breathing heavily.
What makes Buddha incredible is that Peng Zhan was empty-handed!
He didn't know that Peng Zhan had a dragon blood ring that could store swords. He thought that Peng Zhan had entered the realm where no sword was better than having a sword, so he was naturally more afraid of Peng Zhan.
"The strongman code is the self-restraint of a strongman. It is definitely not a tool you use to restrain me. Otherwise, why would I work so hard to become a strongman?" Peng Zhan said in a calm tone.
