"what to do?"

Zhao Wei covered his chest and said in a voice that only three people could hear: "If the owner knew that we had not protected the young owner well, he would definitely throw his anger on our heads."

"Apart from notifying the owner, do we have any other choice?" Zhang Long gasped for a few breaths and said weakly.

"Zhang Long, Zhao Wei, let's leave the Jinglei Martial Arts Hall."

Xu Bao held the other two people's bodies, his expression changed, and suddenly whispered: "The owner of the museum asked us to follow Zhao Junwu, but has he thought about our feelings? Zhao Junwu enjoys the blessings first, and we eat the bitters first, and Zhao Junwu takes us

When the dog yells and drinks, I have lived enough of such a frustrating life!"

When he said this, Xu Bao clenched his teeth, his voice full of resentment. It was obvious that his dissatisfaction with Zhao Junwu had accumulated to a certain extent.

Zhang Long and Zhao Wei looked at each other, and Zhang Long subconsciously lowered his voice: "But, where can we go after leaving the martial arts hall?"

"Based on the abilities of the three of us brothers, we may not be compared with those geniuses, but at least we can be considered successful in martial arts. Are you still afraid of not being able to support yourself? Why should we stay and be a dog for others?"

Xu Bao eloquently and tempted: "Galaxy Military Industry Group, have you heard of it? I read the newspaper in the morning, and the Galaxy Military Industry Group is preparing to recruit people. We can try it! If we can enter such a large international group, wouldn't it be better to

Now it's a hundred times stronger!”

Zhang Long and Zhao Wei were moved by Xu Bao.

But Zhao Wei still had some concerns: "What if the owner finds us in the future?"

"We don't owe Zhao Qian anything at all. Look at you and then look at Zhang Long. Isn't it enough to be injured? Do you really have to pay your life for him?"

Xu Bao grinded his teeth, lifted up his clothes, revealing a scar on his stomach: "This knife was taken for Zhao Junwu, but what did I get? A slap in the face!"

Zhang Long closed his eyes and opened it for a while: "You have to be right. Anyway, I have learned everything I should learn, so it's not interesting to stay. Let's leave!"

Xu Bao was overjoyed and turned to look at Zhao Wei: "What about you? What do you think?"

"We three brothers share the blessings and share the difficulties." Zhao Wei gritted his teeth, "Since you all decided, I will of course go with you!"

After making up their minds, the three of them did not hesitate and helped each other to leave.

"By the way, what should Zhao Junwu do?" Zhang Long said suddenly.

Xu Bao sneered: "I care about him to die!"

Cui Peng looked at the backs of Zhang Long and the other two who were leaving, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Why are the three students from the Jinglei Martial Arts Hall leaving? I plan to ask them to inform the owner of the Zhao Pavilion."

A strong man came to Cui Peng and pointed at Zhao Junwu who was motionless and said, "Senior Brother Cui, what should he do?"

Cui Peng's mouth twitched, as if he felt a little toothached: "You continue to guard the door and prohibit idle people from entering the martial arts hall. I'll go over and take a look."

"yes."

The strong man retreated back to his original position.

Cui Peng strode to the place where Zhao Junwu was lying. When he saw the miserable situation on Zhao Junwu, he couldn't help but take a breath: "It's so miserable!"

Zhao Junwu's limbs were twisted in a strange posture, his left cheek was swollen, his skin was red and purple, and there was a slap mark on it, his nose and forehead were also broken, and blood flowed out, dyeing the ground beneath him

Blood red.

"It seems that I can only go there myself."

Cui Peng looked at Zhao Junwu who was unconscious and turned around and left.

After a few minutes.

A figure rushed out of the Tianji Martial Arts Hall and rushed towards the position where Zhao Junwu was lying down. It was extremely fast. The strong men guarding the door couldn't even see what the other party looked like.

Behind the figure, Cui Peng and several others were followed, but their level was far behind and they were more than ten meters away.

"call!"

The figure just rose and fell, and reached the position where Zhao Junwu was. He stopped suddenly, causing a strong wind.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a white jacket, not tall or short, neither fat nor thin, and looks very ordinary, but he has unfathomable eyes.

He looked down at Zhao Junwu, who looked miserable. His face suddenly became extremely gloomy. The muscles on his cheeks were thrust, his eyes were as sharp as a blade. His fists were clenched behind him, his nails were white, and his body was filled with a "crackling" explosion.

There was a terrifying murderous intent rising from his body.

Cui Peng and others arrived in a hurry, standing behind the middle-aged man, not daring to say a word.

Because this middle-aged man is Zhao Junwu's father, Zhao Qian, the owner of Jingleiwu Pavilion.

Zhao Qian squatted down, massaged Zhao Junwu's chest a few times, and said softly: "Wu'er, Wu'er, wake up, dad is here."

Zhao Junwu let out a painful groan and slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Zhao Qian's familiar face, tears suddenly flowed out.

"Dad, take revenge! Get revenge!"

Zhao Junwu squirmed his lips and said blurryly: "Kill... kill that guy! You must kill that guy!"

"Don't worry, Wu'er, don't worry, dad will definitely avenge you." Zhao Qian's eyes were red, and the murderous intent on his body was rolling like waves. "Tell dad, who made you like this?"

"I...I don't know his name..." Zhao Junwu gasped violently and said intermittently, "But he brought...with a woman..."

"Okay, okay, dad knows it, you can rest." Zhao Qian reluctantly smiled and reached out to pinch Zhao Junwu's neck like lightning.

Zhao Junwu rolled his eyes and fell into a coma again.

Zhao Qian stood up again and turned to the people following him and said, "Send Wu'er to the hospital immediately and tell the doctor that no matter how much the cost is, he must keep his hands and legs!"

"Yes, the owner."

The people raised Zhao Junwu carefully, put him into a black high-end sedan, and then drove away quickly, not daring to delay any delay.

Zhao Qian turned his gaze to Cui Peng, who shrank and felt the heavy pressure as heavy as a mountain.

"What happened to my son in your Tianji Martial Arts Hall. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Zhao Qian said coldly.

Cui Peng said in a humble and arrogant manner: "Local owner Zhao, I am just an insignificant person and cannot bear such a big responsibility. What do you have to say? I believe in our owner..."

"Of course I will treat him." Zhao Qian's face was full of evil spirits and interrupted Cui Peng, "But before that, you have to tell me who was the one who injured Wu'er!"

"That person is Lin Chong, who is the guest of the museum. He has entered the martial arts hall." Cui Peng finally couldn't bear Zhao Qian's seemingly substantial pressure and took a step back.

"I said who it is, it turns out to be the son who has become famous recently."

Zhao Gan sneered his teeth, his murderous intent between his eyebrows was calm but not dissipated, his head was raised to the sky, and he was veritable angrily: "I dare to attack Wu'er, I will let him know the consequences of doing this!"
Chapter completed!