Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Master Wang, won't you sit down and talk to me?” The white man named General Wharton waved his hands, pointing to the large leather sofa in front, and looked exhilarating and elegant.

He was supposed to come to kill, but he couldn't imagine meeting such a mysterious white man. Wang super heart flies fast, doesn't grab the black head cover on his head, and sits straight down. He wants to see what a powerful character this white man is. As for Chen Libo, an old man, no matter what, can't get out of his hand.

And every move in this room, as soon as he came in, he knew everything. As soon as Chen Libo made a slight move, he could feel it, and then he was struck by his thunder.

Besides, even to solve Chen Libo now, we have to pass this mysterious white man.

“I can't believe that white people have such outstanding masters. I thought Shaolin's Yongxiao Tiger was already good, but I didn't know until I saw you today that there was a day outside the mountains, and Yongxiao was far worse than you. ”

Wang Chao did not take off his hood, his mouth was covered in it, his voice through the black cloth some buzzing tone, but it appeared a little dark and horrible.

Chen Libo stared dead at the masked man in black, heard the tone of walking, his body was forced to fight a cold war, his eyes on his face and the old man beat violently, reaching out to ring the alarm bell at the end of the bed.

As soon as the alarm bell at the end of the bed is pressed, a large number of private bodyguards will rush from outside the hospital building where he lives. The older Chen Libo gets scared of dying, the more expensive the private bodyguards are to hire mercenaries, a live loaded gun.

“Old Chen, don't move.” Walton-blue eyeballs immediately tighten: “If you move, Master Wang Chao is going to do it, he is going to kill you, I did not keep you safe. ”

Walton knew very well that Wang Chao was as quick as Lightning Bentley. Even if he was stronger, it would be difficult to protect Chen Libo, the powerless old man, and he might have to pay for it.

This time, he personally came to insight into a conspiracy, fearing that Chen's inheritance rights would fall into the hands of Chen Aiyang, who colluded with Tang Zidu.

The Chen Group's wealth is numerous and influential, occupying a lot of weight in South-East Asia, and Chen Libo has not been proactive. On several occasions, funds have been used to support some politicians in the United States to take office and consolidate their position for the Chen Group.

If Chen's group falls into the hands of Tang Zidu, it will bring a lot of passivity to their future plans.

But Chen Aiyang, an outstanding disciple of the Chen family, was able to take over the whole situation, and Chen Libo had some meaning in asking him to inherit it. So Warden came to Singapore in person and wanted to talk to Chen Liyang in detail, so that he could drive Chen Aiyang out and completely eliminate the hidden dangers.

However, Chen Libo is highly suspicious and doesn't like outsiders meddling in matters within their family. Whoever meddles in them will be killed. He noticed Tang Zidu was involved, and the first thought was to use General Wharton's power to kill him.

The idea behind this old, cunning hero is to hurt both sides. It was intolerable for both sides to intervene in matters within his family. Even with the power of the [* * *] side behind Walton.

Tang Zidu also thought that the hero was too cunning, so he went straight ahead and let Wang go over and kill him.

Anyway, Walton, Chen Libo, Tang Zidu, they have plans. It's worth the fun of knowing who's in control of the tens of billions of euros worth of assets.

However, Wang Super Mind is simple. He doesn't have so many ideas. He just feels that if he wants to kill Chen Libo, he needs to kill the mysterious white man in front of him first.

But the white man's temperament in front of him was deeply restrained, sitting upright, seemingly loose. In fact, all the fine energy gods converged in the small belly three inches of Dantian, wrapped in the muscles of the thighs, a large vertebral sinking, the center of gravity on the coccyx like dragonflies a little water, falling together, slightly as if the pond was rippling, shaking all parts of the body.

Such sitting magic kung fu can burst at any time and attack in all directions.

Sitting in the general's camp tent, Spring and Autumn, the magical state of writing, then 3,000 iron armor surrounded, the knife axe hand lining, seemingly idle, but at the touch, the sword iron riding, suddenly floating.

Normal boxers can't see the beauty of Walton's seat from the outside, but Wang Chao can clearly see the divine rhyme in his sitting position.

So Wang Chao did not move. He felt he could not hit him. After being intercepted by Wharton, if Chen Libo pressed the alarm, the next thing would be difficult to get behind.

And Walton was afraid that Chen Libo would ring the alarm, causing Wang Chao to attack hard and he couldn't stop it. If Chen Libo dies, the situation of the entire Chen Group will be difficult to control. The rest of the Chen Group's children, where can they deal with this powerful figure of Chen Aiyang? Not to mention a character like Tang Zidu intervening in the dark.

In his heart, Chen Libo cannot die.

This subtle atmosphere of reluctance of both sides to move quickly formed as soon as Wang Chao entered.

“Master Wang Chao, can we talk now?” When Walton prevented Chen Libo from ringing the alarm, he never left Wang Chao Half Point, and the idle divine depths contained wings of care like thin ice.

“About what? You already know my story, but I don't know your identity yet. Am I losing too much?” Wang Chao's eyes turned to Chen Libo, seemingly paying no attention to Wharton.

From coming in, to sitting down a few words, a few moves, Wang Chao has been looking for opportunities.

A man who kills, a man who protects, is naturally the one who wastes a lot of energy. Wang Chao still has a lot of advantages in this atmosphere. The reason he sat down to talk is because he wants to expand this advantages and has a good handle.

“I am the head of District 32 of the United States [* * *] Intelligence Agency, Brigadier General. Wharton Bridges. But I always use my Chinese name. My Chinese name is Tanglian Creek. Tang of the Chinese, Lotus of the Lotus, Creek of the Creek.” General Wharton laughed with joy.

“The name is just a code name.” Wang Chao buzzed: “What I'm interested in is that your kung fu is so high that even the top Chinese boxers are rarely comparable. I'm surprised. ”

“The Buddha says that all beings are equal. The avenue is like a mercury lagoon, the particles are round, so long as you can understand, what kind of Huayang?” Wharton Road: “I grew up in China since I was five years old, touching skill boxing, Southern Wing Chun, Mantis, Tai Ancestor Fist, Northern Legs, boxing, form, gossip, Tai Chi, eight poles, [* * *] big guns, Chunyang sword have also practiced bitter kung fu, then went to Japan, touching Dadong fu Qi martial arts, karate, sword, judo, Aikido, all will also melt through, although there is no unconscious not bad kung fu, but Jindan is also consciously successful, Master Wang Chao's fame over the years, I also know some, the fist law has progressed divinely, now it seems, has also stepped into Jindan Avenue. Life is easy to gain access to, it's hard to ask for. Only Miss Tang Zidu and Master Wang Chao are among the Chinese boxers I can lead to disclose myself to God. ”

Wang exceeded a haha, I think this General Wharton, he talked clearly, he had a wealth of words, the message came, he didn't think fake, he learned a lot of scripture, he didn't know how much higher than his own culture. Such a person, unfortunately, is a white man.

“Don't you know what General Wharton is best at? ”

“Tai Chi, of course. ”

“Tai Chi is the mother of ten thousand fists, the natural source of boxing reason flows, innate strength flow.” Wang Chao bounced his fingers, and his nails made a crumbling sound like gold stone, as if steel sheets were shaking.

“Well said. Wang Wei said that he sat alone in the shadow, playing the piano for a long time, Lin Shenzhen did not know, and the photograph came tomorrow moon.” Walton gently recited a Tang poem, as if facing Wang Chao was an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time. “Master Wang, it seems that the moon is hanging. Makes me feel refreshed. ”

Walton suddenly laughed and between words, he accidentally moved his body slightly on the couch with his gluteal muscles vigorous.

This time he moved vigorously, very subtly, very slightly, and even if he was a master, he could not see that he had adjusted his posture.

But all of a sudden, Wang Chao jumped up and said, "I don't think it's the next moon, it's the Damoxley sword hanging. ”

Walton was sitting in the best offensive defensive position, but with such caution, he was tired after a long time and had to adjust carefully before he could get past his breath and blood. It's like sleeping flat alone, starting to feel comfortable, but it takes a while to turn around.

He was just trying to talk, find an opportunity, adjust, but Wang Chao, such a super master, was fully focused, within ten steps, ants clad, clearly visible and smelly. Wharton still can't hide his ears and eyes.

Just this tiny opportunity, Wang Chao seized it immediately.

Bundle, back, hands crossed, arms chest, small arms ribs, palms crotch, hard drill with body forward.

This pose, like a bird wrapping its wings around itself, penetrates the woods.

The stubborn man entered the forest with a hard drill and instantly snatched into Walton's midline arms, hitting him with his waist and ribs.

Walton's face became calm as water, hands in hand, squeezing Wang Chao's body. Naturally twist your waist, pull open the bow and arrow, turn the handles like closed, press and push to seal Wang Chao's collision diamond outside the door.

Both types of Tai Chi punches, use your strength and act like running water.

Unfortunately, Wang Chao's target was not him. After being sealed off, he did not continue to attack. Instead, he flanked his body and moved to Chen Libo. He patted him gently with his hands.

“You….” Chen Libo just felt like he had been stuck inside his body with countless needles, struggling twice, his legs slipped, and fell on the bed.

(To be continued)