"Brother Niu, how do you plan to deal with Du Ziran's group of people?" Jiang Dapeng stood up slowly, his eyes flashing with confusion.【】

"Hehe, I won't tell you for now." Niu Ren smiled mysteriously, leaving Jiang Dapeng a little confused.

Does this awesome guy really have any powerful skills? Otherwise, he would still be laughing and joking after hearing such news.

"Brother Niu, I have a doubt, you must tell me." Jiang Dapeng paused and said tentatively.

He was very curious. Niu Ren was beaten so badly last night and was so full of energy early this morning? Could it be that he had taken some newly developed genetic medicine?

But this possibility is very small. The price of genetic medicine is quite expensive. Even I can't afford it, let alone my poor family.

Apart from this possibility, Jiang Dapeng really couldn't imagine why Niu Ren's resilience was so strong.

"Okay, let me tell you." Niu Ren smiled and nodded, and then said, "I learned the Vajra Shield from a master in iron cloth shirt when I was a child, so my recovery power is very strong. Generally, minor injuries will be fine after sleeping.

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"Hiss." Jiang Dapeng took a deep breath. He didn't expect that Niu Ren had actually learned the iron cloth shirt!

Normally, Jiang Dapeng would not believe that Niu Ren could do this. But if a man who was beaten almost unconscious appears in front of you alive and well the next day, you can't help but believe it!

"Then, what happened to you last night?" Jiang Dapeng shook his head. He felt that his thinking was confused.

If Niu Ren knew how to wear iron shirts, those people would not be Niu Ren's opponents at all. Since they are not opponents! Then why do Niu Ren have so many horrific wounds on his body?

"My master has returned from wandering around for many years. Last night he tested my skills over the years. I was beaten by him because I was not diligent." Niu Ren grinned. His face was not red when he lied, and his heart was not beating, which showed his profound skills.

"No wonder." Jiang Dapeng felt relieved when Niu Ren said this.

"Dapeng, I'll go home first to make sure I'm safe." Niu Ren paused, then looked beyond the clouds, his eyes shining deeply.

"Well, go back, do you want me to see you off?" Jiang Dapeng smiled, he understood Niu Ren's current thoughts very well.

"No." Niu Ren waved his hand, and then strode out the door. As soon as he stepped outside, he unexpectedly found a man standing upright in the center of the courtyard, like a statue.

Looking carefully, Niu Ren unexpectedly discovered that this person was Wang Xiaofei.

"Why are you so crazy? Are you too cold? You are blowing hot air on such a hot day." Niu Ren smiled jokingly.

Wang Xiaofei remained silent, his forehead was already covered with large beads of sweat, but his eyes shone with determination.

Niu Ren glanced at Wang Xiaofei curiously, then shook his head, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

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Yangzhou City is extremely lively in the afternoon. Jiang Dapeng lives in a high-end community. The roads outside the community are very smooth and the flow of people is quite large.

Niu Ren stopped a taxi and immediately got into the car.

The person driving the yellow taxi was a young man in his twenties, with shiny yellow hair, and he didn't look like a good bird either.

"Where are you?" Huang Mao, who thought he was being polite while driving and smoking, glanced at Niu Ren and said with his mouth full of smoke.

"To Huanghe Community." Niu Ren frowned. This guy actually smoked while driving, and the air conditioner in the car was also turned off. In this early afternoon, the sun outside was scorching, and the temperature inside the car was also very hot.

"Oh, is it the poorest community in Yangzhou City?" The yellow-haired driver raised his eyebrows with a bit of disdain.

Huanghe Community is the dirtiest and poorest community in Yangzhou City. All residents in it are the poor at the bottom of Yangzhou City. It is very "famous" in Yangzhou City.

Niu Ren didn't speak, but clenched his fists tightly. This is the consequence of being poor. He is looked down upon by people wherever he goes.

Niu Ren doesn't blame his parents. After all, it wasn't easy for them to raise him. But he must buy a house in Yangzhou City! Definitely.

"Please turn on the air conditioner, it's very hot in the car." Niu Ren forced out a smile.

"Sorry, there is an additional charge for turning on the air conditioner." Huang Mao said angrily with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

It's a joke that a poor man from a poor neighborhood also takes a taxi!

"Oh, really?" Niu Ren was aroused by the driver, but he still suppressed it.

"How much do you want?" Niu Ren pretended to smile honestly, but his eyes kept flashing with a cold light.

"It's not much. The bus fare from here to Huanghe Community is 50 yuan, plus 50 yuan for air conditioning. Just raise a round amount." Huang Mao took a puff of cigarette and opened his mouth with a lion's face.

The smile on the corner of Niu Ren's mouth slowly disappeared, replaced by a frosty face, a cold air shone in his eyes, and there was actually a hint of cold air in the air.

"What, you have an opinion? Poor guy." Huang Mao smiled disdainfully, and then said, "If you can't afford a taxi, don't pretend to be an uncle."

His Niu Ren outfit is very ordinary, similar to street stall goods worth a few dozen yuan.

If Huang Mao knew that he was saying this to a man whose shirt is worth tens of thousands of yuan, I wonder if he would be shocked.

Niu Ren's clothes all belong to Jiang Dapeng. Jiang Dapeng likes to wear famous brands, so these clothes are worth at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. But Niu Ren's own set of rags worth tens of yuan had already been damaged and had been thrown away by Jiang Dapeng.

Although Jiang Dapeng's family is not top-notch, it is considered upper-class in Yangzhou City. His father is a real estate developer and still has tens of millions in his hands.

"You have the guts to say it again." Niu Ren's tone was no longer kind, and a frightening cold light shot out of his eyes.

"Poor guy, what's wrong with you, poor guy? Not only are you a poor guy, but your whole family is also poor." Huang Mao threw down the cigarette butt. Before he could finish his words, a fist the size of a steamed bun was already directed at his face.

Up and down.

"Fuck you." Niu Ren's face was full of anger, and his huge iron fist hit Huang Mao's face mercilessly.

"Plop, plop" Huang Mao was violently knocked down on the seat, and a trace of blood instantly spilled from his mouth.

"Ah ah ah ah." Huang Mao screamed immediately, holding his head with both hands, trying to resist Niu Ren's fierce attack. However, with Niu Ren's attack power weighing two hundred kilograms in one hand, he could not be hit on the spot.

The dizziness is already fatal.

"Driving a crappy car is so embarrassing." Niu Ren was also angry. It would be fine if he insulted himself, but he must not insult his relatives! Otherwise, even if he died, he would ask for an explanation.

Brothers, two updates tomorrow. Sanzang is on holiday tomorrow.
Chapter completed!