"What's the danger?" Han Zhaoyang said indifferently.

Can an internal martial artist still have the pistol in his hand be powerful?

Are people all made of flesh, and they are harder than bullets?

He has a good relationship with Long Sheng, so he naturally knows the existence of internal martial artists.

But in his eyes, these people were just a group of warriors and had no intention at all.

At most, you can fight a little, what's the use of this?

Now is a peaceful and prosperous era, not a war.

In a peaceful and prosperous era, even Han Feizi said that "the hero uses martial arts to violate the ban", so what kind of storm can these martial artists cause?

In front of hot weapons, these are all slags and vulnerable.

No matter how good you practice martial arts, what else can you do?

In the face of money, these warriors must also be used as bodyguards for others.

Han Zhaoyang naturally sneered at these martial artists in his heart, not to mention that after watching the battle between Dark Blade and Nie Zhenlong, these feelings became even more serious.

The two internal martial artists were still in a mess under the siege of a group of killers.

If everyone had guns in their hands, they would have died long ago.

The gun in his hand was made by Grizzlies to help the people there through the black market.

The gun has been placed in his car for self-defense.

As long as he touched this gun, Han Zhaoyang felt confident.

What kind of warriors and internal strength are all garbage!

At this moment, Zhou Wen still said such words, isn’t it just a joke?

"You want to know?" Zhou Wen smiled.

Zhou Wen's eyes were still on the windshield, looking at the view outside the window.

He didn't care about the pistol that was pressing his left temple, even if the bullet was ready to be fired.

"I don't want to know, I only know that you are going to die now!" Han Zhaoyang shouted sternly.

Zhou Wen smiled faintly: "Han Zhaoyang, I will give you another chance to put down your pistol. In this way, your fate may be better."

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you will end up better than those killers."

Hearing Zhou Wen's words, Han Zhaoyang laughed.

"I'm about to die, but I still dare to speak stubbornly? It's me who pointed the gun at you now, not you pointed the gun at me!" Han Zhaoyang increased his strength in his hands due to emotional fluctuations.

His expression was a bit ferocious, and his eyes were filled with madness.

"Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the police?" Zhou Wen said lightly.

"Scared? Why should I be afraid?" Han Zhaoyang sneered, "Do you think I really don't have any preparation?"

"This time I hired a killer to assassinate Long Sheng, and I had two plans. I could deceive Long Sheng for a while, but I couldn't deceive him for a lifetime. Sooner or later, the police would track me down." Han Zhaoyang said slowly.

He had a very thorough understanding of his future.

Hiring a killer to assassinate Long Sheng, with the current police's ability, it is impossible for him to be found out.

Unless you successfully kill Long Sheng, you will not be discovered.

"My assets have been transferred abroad, and some of the assets of Longteng Group have been embezzled to foreign banks through some means."

"Because I often play with women on my car, I have specially made sound insulation for the car."

"It's six o'clock in the morning. I killed you in the car. No one will know. By the time they find out, I'm already abroad." Han Zhaoyang said proudly.

He has arranged everything behind him.

"That's all?" Zhou Wen asked back.

Han Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't figure out why Zhou Wen still had such an indifferent attitude at this time.

"What else do you want to know?" Han Zhaoyang said in confusion.

"If that's all, then you can leave!"

After Zhou Wen finished speaking, his whole expression suddenly became sharp.

Han Zhaoyang immediately noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly prepared to press it down with the index finger of the wrench.

As long as the bullet is fired, no matter how powerful Zhou Wen is, he will be difficult to turn over!

However, the next second, Han Zhaoyang suddenly felt that something was stuck in his finger and could not press it down.

He looked closely and saw that Zhou Wen's right hand had already grasped his hand tightly at some point.

His thumb was tightly pressed against his index finger and he forced his index finger to stop him.

"I will tell you now how dangerous it is to point a pistol at the head of an internal martial artist!" Zhou Wen's low voice sounded in the carriage, echoing throughout the space.

Han Zhaoyang's expression suddenly changed. He wanted to press the trigger desperately, but he couldn't press it no matter what.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!" Han Zhaoyang couldn't believe the fact in front of him.

Zhou Wen's left hand suddenly poked out from bottom to top and grabbed Han Zhaoyang's neck.

He suddenly exerted force, and Han Zhaoyang's entire body was directly thrown into the middle of the seat by him.

"Bang!"

Han Zhaoyang's mouth hit the transmission, and with a loud bang, several teeth fell out.

Zhou Wen grabbed his right hand suddenly, and Han Zhaoyang's fingers holding the pistol tightly made a crackling sound.

Zhou Wen broke his fingers!

"Ah!!!" Han Zhaoyang shouted shrillly.

The pistol fell from his hand, and Zhou Wen held it in his hand, looking coldly at Han Zhaoyang who was pressed tightly on the transmission.

However, it took only a few seconds to complete all this.

Even Han Zhaoyang hasn't reacted yet, he has been subdued by Zhou Wen.

"Have you ever heard a saying that within ten steps, heat weapons have no effect in front of internal martial artists?" Zhou Wen said lightly.

At this moment, Han Zhaoyang finally understood.

Why is Zhou Wen so calm? Because all his plans are extremely ridiculous in front of Zhou Wen.

"I don't accept it!" Han Zhaoyang struggled to raise his head and said with blood all over his mouth.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the blood in his mouth flowed down and dripped into the carriage.

"Bang!"

Zhou Wen grabbed Han Zhaoyang's hair and smashed his head down.

A big bag suddenly bulged on Han Zhaoyang's head.

"Save these words to the police." Zhou Wen said coldly.

He pressed Han Zhaoyang with one hand, took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Long Sheng.

At this moment, Long Sheng, who was cleaning up the mess in Longteng Building, saw that the phone number was called by Zhou Wen, and quickly picked it up.

"Mr. Zhou, what's wrong with you?" Long Sheng asked in a respectful tone.

"The person who chased you was sent by Han Zhaoyang. I have captured him. You should bring people here now. Our location is..."

Listening to Zhou Wen's voice on the phone, Han Zhaoyang didn't have to think about it, he must have called Long Sheng.

At this moment, he regretted it very much.

"Zhou Wen, Mr. Zhou, Brother Wen, Brother Zhou, you let me go now, I will give you half of the money, please let me go!" Han Zhaoyang begged.

Now he is like a dog, begging for his master's forgiveness.

"Do you think it's possible?" Zhou Wen sneered.

Afterwards, no matter what Han Zhaoyang said, he ignored it.

At the dinner party, Zhou Wen had long felt something was wrong with Han Zhaoyang.

After the banquet, Han Zhaoyang wanted to take the initiative to send him back, which made him notice some abnormalities.

Sure enough, Han Zhaoyang exposed his thoughts.

It turns out that he is the mastermind behind all this.

However, this man was too arrogant and dared to point a gun at him in the carriage.

Zhou Wen almost laughed out loud when he thought of this.

Although he is not a so-called internal martial artist now, with the bonus of the god-level suit, his strength is already comparable to those internal martial artists.
To be continued...