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1925. Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Twenty-Five

"No. 2, don't make things difficult for Mr. Cha."

Fortunately, at this moment, a dull voice came from the house.

When the owner heard this, he muttered a few words in a vague way, ended his scrutiny of Cha Tianqing and opened the security door.

When Cha Tianqing saw the other person's image clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned and shocked.

What appeared before him was a terrifying monster made of muscles.

That's right, it's a monster.

The monster named No. 2 is more than two meters tall, and its muscles are swelling to an exaggerated level. The arms are thicker than Cha Tianqing's thighs, and they are covered with tangled blue veins, which look hideous and disgusting.

Compared with its huge size, its head looks particularly small, just like it is embedded in it, making people want to laugh.

But Cha Tianqing couldn't laugh at all.

From the other party, Cha Tianqing sensed a sense of threat and oppression that penetrated his bones. His combat instinct was crazy to warn him, just like a carnivorous beast hitting another more powerful top eater.

The plain voice sounded again, and he said in a straightforward Yanhuang saying, "Mr. Cha, please come in."

Cha Tianqing swallowed, walked past No. 2 and entered the room.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only two sofas and a coffee table, and nothing else was there.

Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged man with fair skin and burly figure. He had a straight nose, light blue eyes, and deep and three-dimensional facial features. Although his hair was black, he obviously had Western ancestry.

He was wearing a well-tailed dark gray suit, crossed his legs, and his posture was calm and freehand. Compared with the careful Cha Tianqing, he immediately distinguished himself from the top.

Cha Tianqing found that the other party was not the person who had contacted him before.

Of course, only Cha Tianqing and the Joiner knew about this secret stronghold, so he did not doubt the identity of the middle-aged man, it was just a bit strange.

Cha Tianqing stared at the middle-aged man's face and had some speculation in his heart.

"Mr. Allen?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, I'm Cheng Ailun."

The middle-aged man admitted frankly and then reached out and signaled: "Mr. Cha, please sit down."

Cha Tianqing walked to the opposite side of Cheng Ailun and sat down quite restrainedly.

Seeing this, Cheng Ailun couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Cha, don't be so nervous. We are friends now, and you are the owner of this place. I'm just a temporary stay and will leave soon."

"I understand, understand."

Cha Tianqing nodded quickly, rubbed each other with his hands, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"Today's action was a complete victory, and I would like to thank Mr. Cha for providing the news."

Cheng Ailun saw that Cha Tianqing had something to say, so he took the initiative to get to the topic: "You came here specifically, there must be something wrong, right? Tell me how, maybe I can help."

His tone was gentle, and he seemed to ask Cha Tianqing for his opinion, but in fact he could not refuse at all.

"I will kill Xin Shiping." In Cheng Ailun's hidden sharp vision, Cha Tianqing lowered his head and said in an indescribable tone.

"Um?"

Cheng Ailun raised his eyebrows and sat up straight: "When?"

"Half an hour ago."

Cha Tianqing clenched his hands into fists, the blue veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and his face was hidden in the shadow: "Mr. Allen, I am a betrayal dog at present, and I hope you can accept me."

"I remember, Xin Shiping seemed to be Mr. Cha's master?"

"That's right."

"Then why did you kill him?" Cheng Ailun asked with interest.

Cha Tianqing's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and he remained silent.

After a while, Cha Tianqing said coldly: "Mr. Allen, I don't want to answer this question, so please don't continue to make things difficult for me."

"All right."

Cheng Ailun shrugged: "Since you don't want to say it, then pretend I haven't asked."

He stood up, stretched out his right hand to Cha Tianqing, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Welcome to join us."

Cha Tianqing didn't expect Cheng Ailun to be so straightforward. He was stunned for two seconds before he woke up. He quickly stood up from the sofa and reached out to hold Cheng Ailun.

"We will be companions from now on."

Cheng Ailun patted Cha Tianqing on the shoulder and his attitude became more sincere: "Tianqing, believe me, you will never regret your choice today."

Cha Tianqing was flattered: "Thank you."

“It’s a pity that this place is too simple.”

Cheng Ailun looked around and said regretfully: "When the trouble is completely solved, I want to invite you to have a good drink."

Cha Tianqing is not as relaxed as Cheng Ailun.

On the contrary, he frowned and was in a bad mood.

"Mr. Allen, I have something to tell you." Cha Tianqing couldn't help but say.

A light flashed in Cheng Ailun's eyes: "What news?"

"Lin Chong, the leader of the Yanhuang Wu League, personally led the team and will arrive in Bigang City in the afternoon."

Cha Tianqing's expression was cold: "It was because I was worried that Lin Chong would find the flaw that I had no choice but to do it in advance, otherwise I could continue to be slandered with Xin Shipingxu for a while."

The relaxed and happy smile on Cheng Ailun's face disappeared.

He paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy and unstable.

Just a name brings huge psychological pressure to Cheng Ailun.

Because Cheng Ailun had seen Lin Chong's battle with Wang Hongfu, Wang Mu, Zhao Chenglong, Xu Jing and others, and had personally participated in Gong Yuanlong's conspiracy against Lin Chong, and helped Gong Yuanlong contact the two super killers, Song Xuan and Kong Li's family.

Cheng Ailun knows the best how powerful Lin Chong is.

Although Cheng Ailun himself is the master of martial arts at the peak of the spiritual power, he is not enough to see in front of Lin Chong.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lin Chong could kill Cheng Ailun with just one finger.

If not, why would he hide his traces and escape from the north to the southernmost Bigang City.

Cha Tianqing checked his expression and whispered: "Mr. Allen, otherwise, let's avoid the limelight for the time being? Leave the green mountains there, and don't be afraid of burning fire."

"Shh!"

Cheng Ailun raised his index finger and placed it in front of his lips, signaling Cha Tianqing not to speak.

Cha Tianqing had to shut up.

After thinking for a long time, Cheng Ailun finally made up his mind and a resolute and cruel look appeared in his eyes.

"It's coming just right!"

Cheng Ailun grinded his teeth and sneered: "This is a good opportunity to disintegrate the Yanhuangwu League. If Lin Chong had been hiding in the capital, I really couldn't do anything to him. Since he was going to come to Bigang City, it would be easy."

Cha Tianqing couldn't help but talk, shocked Cheng Ailun's arrogance and ambition.

He actually wanted to plot against a great master of Danjin with outstanding strength and extraordinary power?

Are you crazy?

What's more, Lin Chong is by no means comparable to an ordinary master. His high martial arts and strong combat power are so powerful that he can be said to be a shocking past and present, and no one in the world can match him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"
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