It was pitch black downstairs, and only two figures were seen rolling and crawling on the ground.

The two of them are worthy of being masters. They jumped off the fifth floor and supported each other, but they could still stand up.

Seeing the two of them limping away, Zhong Liang waved his hand and the two needles in his hand flew out.

call out!

The two fell to the ground, twitching for a while, and there was no movement.

Wang Baichuan, who was next to the other side of the window, was stunned.

In Zhong Liang's hands, he didn't see anything, but with a wave of the air, Xiong Tu and the others died like this?

Is this a killing too easy?

Thinking of this, Wang Baichuan suddenly felt a little chilled.

I thought that the person next to Mr. Zhong was terrifying enough, but I never thought that Mr. Zhong’s method was even more terrifying!

"Master Chuan, are you okay?" After solving the two, Zhong Liang looked at Wang Baichuan.

Wang Baichuan showed a pale smile on his face and smiled dryly: "No...it's okay."

"It's fine. The two people downstairs are dead. You can ask someone to come and deal with the aftermath." Zhong Liang said.

Wang Baichuan nodded immediately: "Okay, please trouble Mr. Zhong."

"A handful."

After hearing this answer, Wang Baichuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. The three evil men in the South Province killed countless people in the South Province, and there were many masters who died under the hands of the three of them.

But with Mr. Zhong, killing these three people was just a slight effort.

This shows how big the gap is.

Zhong Liang winked at Zou Yu, and the two turned around and walked towards the door.

"Master Zhong, I...I'll give it to you!"

Wang Baichuan followed Zhong Liang quickly.

After a while, Wang Baichuan watched Zhong Liang leave by car, and he immediately called his younger brother.

Twenty minutes later, three bodies were carried into a van, and Wang Baichuan also happened to be sitting in the car. Xiong Tu and his two lying face down on their necks, each with a thin needle inserted into their necks.

If Wang Baichuan hadn't observed the subtleties, these two needles would be difficult to detect.

For a moment, storm waves appeared in Wang Baichuan's heart.

This is a medical needle, soft and weak. The height of the fifth floor is at least fifteen meters. At this distance, can two needles actually kill people?

If Mr. Zhong wants to kill himself, he will probably do it with his fingers.

This is really terrible!

......

The next morning, Zhong Liang got up as usual and accompanied Lin Wanyue to the vegetable market. After returning home, Zhong Liang brewed a pot of tea and sat on the sofa to read the newspaper.

After a while, Zhong Liang received a call from Wang Baichuan.

In order to express his gratitude to Zhong Liang, Wang Baichuan proposed to invite Zhong Liang to lunch, but at noon this day, Lin Wanyue personally cooked, so Zhong Liang refused and changed the lunch to afternoon tea.

It was lunch time soon.

The family sat happily at the dining table.

Zhang Shujun usually cooks, and occasionally eats outside. Lin Wanyue's cooking skills are average, but Zhong Liang ate three bowls of rice.

"Dad, I'll serve you rice." Zhong Liang said to Lin Anping.

Lin Anping shook his head with a grim face: "I won't eat anymore, I have no appetite."

Zhong Liang frowned, and he seemed to have guessed something in his heart: "Dad, has grandpa not improved yet?"

Lin Anping shook his head: "Now I am in the intensive care unit, it is said to be myocardial loss."

"Zhong Liang, since you know medical skills, then go to the hospital for a look." Lin Anping was a little anxious.

Zhong Liang was about to answer, but Zhang Shujun, who was beside him, glared at Lin Anping.

"What are you going to? Such a big hospital can't cure him? Why are you worried about it? Besides, if you let Zhong Liang go and the old man gets some more problems, you will not be named Lin in the future!"

Lin Anping immediately closed his mouth.

Zhong Liang couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't want to touch his cold butt. He went to the hospital to treat Lin Tianhua. He was scolded. There was indeed no need for this.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhong Liang took Zou Yu to the place Wang Baichuan made an appointment.

There is a villa on the outskirts of the city called Beilin Tea House. The tea house is quite large and has an ancient layout. Each courtyard has a bamboo forest. The rockery and rockery in the courtyard are so pleasant to the sound of the gurgling water.

All the waiters were wearing black Tang suits.

In Yayuan, Wang Baichuan has been waiting for a long time.

"Master Zhong, please sit down."

In the inner room of Yayuan, there are screen layouts and ink paintings on the walls, which has a unique charm.

"Master Chuan is very good at choosing places. Why didn't I know about this place before?" Zhong Liang smiled with satisfaction.

Wang Baichuan grinned and said, "Hehe, this place was just built last year, and I have come a little too, but the tea here is all top-notch."

Zhong Liang nodded and sat at the small table.

Wang Baichuan immediately waved to the waiter wearing Tang suit beside him.

The waiter nodded and went to make tea immediately.

The table has already been decorated with warm tea sets, and the tea cups are also ancient kilns.

After a while, the waiter came with a long pot and poured the hot tea into the teacup in front of Zhong Liang and Wang Baichuan.

The fragrance of tea is everywhere, making people feel refreshed.

Suddenly, Zhong Liang frowned and looked up at Wang Baichuan's teacup. There was an undetectable strange smell in the fragrance of tea.

"Master Zhong, I, Wang Baichuan, have no choice but to repay my life-saving grace last night. I use tea instead of wine. I, Wang Baichuan, will give you a cup of wine first! If Mr. Zhong has something useful in the future, I, Wang Baichuan, will be there at any time!" After saying this, Wang Baichuan picked up the teacup.

Maybe the cup was too hot, and Wang Baichuan almost let go, but he said all the good things, even if the tea is hot, it will have to be dried!

"Wait a minute." Zhong Liang suddenly shouted.

Wang Baichuan looked at Zhong Liang in confusion.

Zhong Liang turned his head and looked at the waiter beside him, frowned slightly.

The cup was too hot, so Wang Baichuan put it down.

"Master Chuan, don't be so anxious. The tea is too hot, so let's drink it cool for a while." Zhong Liang smiled slightly: "Let's talk about the matter first."

"Ah?" Wang Baichuan looked puzzled.

Zhong Liang turned his head and looked at the waiter beside him and winked at Wang Baichuan.

Wang Baichuan immediately understood and waved his hand to the waiter: "You go out first."

The waiter walked out of the inner room and retreated behind the screen.

"Master Zhong, is there anything I need my help to do?" Wang Baichuan deliberately lowered his voice.

Zhong Liang also imitated Wang Baichuan, leaned his head, lowered his voice, and said with a chuckling, "It's nothing big, but Master Chuan, you can't drink this cup of tea."

"Why?"

Zhong Liang pointed to Wang Baichuan's teacup: "It's poisonous."

After hearing this, Wang Baichuan's face changed suddenly, and he stared at his cup tightly, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Zhong...Master Zhong, aren't you kidding me? The tea from both of us is poured out from a pot, and your cup is poisonous?" Wang Baichuan was afraid that people outside would hear it, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Zhong Liang smiled and shook his head: "You have, mine don't."

"Master Chuan, it seems that there are quite a lot of people who want to kill you."

Hearing this, Wang Baichuan's hair suddenly stood up.
Chapter completed!