Chen Anbang was inexplicably frightened. How could Zhao Wujiang know the bargaining chip between him and Qi Lin?
unless...
Chen Anbang thought of a possibility and sensed a strong sense of crisis.
He stepped back suddenly.
But after Zhao Wujiang said that, he raised his hand and shot out two silver needles.
Now the silver needle with a jet-black tip caught Chen Anbang off guard. When Chen Anbang retreated, it had already penetrated into his flesh and blood.
Chen Anbang's heart was filled with panic for a moment. He knew that Zhao Wujiang's medical skills were extraordinary, and now these two silver needles probably contained highly toxic substances.
"Little gelding!"
He yelled angrily, his expression became distorted, and the energy in his palm surged, and he slapped Zhao Wujiang.
He wanted to capture Zhao Wujiang directly and force Zhao Wujiang to hand over the antidote.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as calm as water, and he looked at Chen Anbang coldly, without hiding or avoiding, but with a little golden light in his eyes.
He did not directly choose to let Qi Lin, the leader of the Dijiao Gang, take action. He needed to test what stage his current strength was at.
"Death!" Chen Anbang snorted coldly and hit Zhao Wujiang's chest hard with his palm.
"Dang!"
There was a loud sound in the room, like someone beating a copper bell, the sound was loud.
"So you are so weak..."
Zhao Wujiang looked disappointed, with golden light flowing in his eyes. Blessed by the power of the Vajra Indestructible Magic, he grabbed Chen Anbang's wrist and squeezed it hard, and the sound of broken bones suddenly sounded.
"ah!"
Pain swept through Chen Anbang's body. He wanted to struggle, but Zhao Wujiang couldn't move his arms tightly.
His eyes were filled with fear, and his heart was in turmoil.
Why is Zhao Wujiang so strong?
He struck with all his strength, but he couldn't move Zhao Wujiang at all?
How can it be?
Chen Anbang roared crazily in his heart, and he desperately mobilized his entire body to get rid of Zhao Wujiang's power.
But the next moment, Zhao Wujiang raised his other hand and slapped him in the face.
As if he was struck by lightning, several of his teeth shattered in an instant, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he flew backwards.
Chen Anbang hit the desk and chair hard. The desk and chair were smashed, and he fell to the ground hard.
He trembled and wanted to get up and escape from here, but Zhao Wujiang looked cold and walked towards him step by step.
He understood that if he wanted to survive today, he could only beg Zhao Wujiang for mercy and make a serious promise to Zhao Wujiang.
Only by surviving would he have a chance to take revenge and crush Zhao Wujiang to ashes.
Chen Anbang fell to his knees, with blood pouring from his mouth and nose. He lowered his head, grabbed the ground with his head, and kept shouting respectfully:
"Mr. Zhao, please spare your life, Mr. Zhao, please spare your life. I was blinded by lard for a moment, and that's why I became malicious towards Mr. Zhao.
As long as Mr. Zhao doesn't kill me, whatever you want, just ask.
From now on, if I have even the slightest evil intention towards Mr. Zhao, I will be punished by heaven and earth! "
But Zhao Wujiang's eyes were still as calm as water, and he walked up to Chen Anbang. No matter how Chen Anbang begged for mercy, he would not believe it, let alone let him go.
If you want to kill Zhao Wujiang, you must pay the price!
Chen Anbang was somewhat relieved when he saw that Zhao Wujiang had no words or other actions. It seemed that Zhao Wujiang was moved by his words.
He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, young people are young people, and they would actually believe the promises and oaths of hostile people.
Chen Anbang was about to add chips again when he felt a big hand pinch his throat tightly. His breathing became rapid and suffocation surged over him.
His strong body was gently pulled up by Zhao Wujiang's hand.
His eyes were filled with blood and shock, and he looked at the indifferent Zhao Wujiang in horror. His feet kept kicking, and his hands tried to pry away Zhao Wu's big hand that was grabbing his throat, but it was to no avail.
Zhao Wujiang's big hand was so powerful that he couldn't shake him even a little bit.
Chen Anbang wanted to say something, but his words of begging for mercy were crushed together with his throat by Zhao Wujiang.
His eyes dimmed for a moment, and at the end of his life, he felt strong regret.
If he had known earlier, he should not have become an enemy of Zhao Wujiang.
It wasn't until he died that he truly understood that Zhao Wujiang was far more powerful than he imagined, and he was even more cold and decisive.
Zhao Wujiang threw the lifeless Chen Anbang to the ground like garbage, and his dull eyes suddenly trembled.
He saw what seemed to be a small red rope around Chen Anbang's neck.
Could it be that there is something important that needs to be carried close to the body?
He pulled open Chen Anbang's clothes and found that the red rope hanging around Chen Anbang's neck hung down to his chest, and tied with an inch-long bronze key.
Zhao Wujiang pulled off the key, and it must be a good thing to be kept by Chen Anbang.
He put the key in his arms, opened the letter, looked at it, and then tore it into pieces.
This letter is exactly the letter that lured Chen Anbang to come to the Dijiao Gang...
