After saying that, Tang Ping threw away the blood-stained arrows in his hand and walked straight to the door: "If you don't accept it, just come back and see if I dare to take a ruthless move next time."

At this moment, even though Tang Ping was stained with blood on his body, he seemed to be in serious condition. Every time he took a step, blood flowed out of his shoulders. However, none of the people who followed Zhao Kunpeng dared to come forward to stop him, and even some of the eyes looked at Tang Ping were filled with awe and admiration.

Zhao Kunpeng, who stood up, had a slight trembling unsteady body. He gritted his teeth and looked at Tang Ping's leaving back, and his face was getting more and more ugly with his hands tightly clenched.

"Xiong Zi, forget it, we can't afford to offend such a person," a very strong but taciturn man stepped forward and frowned at Zhao Kunpeng.

Zhao Kunpeng, who was unquestionable, looked silently at the direction where Tang Ping left, and his eyes became more and more gloomy...

..Zhang Sanqian is really a very spiritual child. Tang Ping only taught him chess for a few days next time, and he played it in a very good manner. Occasionally, he could even make a boat capsized in the gutter of Wang Husheng, who was careless, which made Wang Husheng see Zhang Sanqian's potential and insisted on teaching Zhang Sanqian's ability, but this kid didn't appreciate it.

These days, Tang Ping's life seems to be no different from the past, but he goes to the bar less often. He often stays with Mr. Sun to train Zhang Sanqian.

At the same time, Tang Ping also asked Wang Husheng to buy a lot of medicinal materials, specifically for Wang Jiefang and Zhang Sanqian to strengthen their qi and blood and regulate their body, making Wang Jiefang's boxing skills gradually taste a little.

Before he knew it, it was already the end of summer. Tang Ping rarely came to the bar on this day. Fatty Liu also came, but there was no Maitreya Buddha-like smile on his face. He came to Tang Ping and told him that someone was looking for him outside the door. Finally, he said meaningfully, "Take care."

"Haha...Boss, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to stay with you in the future, so take care of you!" After laughing and patting Liu Qingfu on the shoulder, Tang Ping walked straight out under Liu Qingfu's shocked eyes. He seemed to be quite looking forward to it.

Tang Ping walked out of the bar and saw seven or eight vans blocking the door of the bar. Dozens of people came down from above, one by one, as if Tang Ping had an irreconcilable grudge. Seeing him rushing over without saying a word, some of them were holding electric batons in their hands.

"Damn! I really look down on me," Tang Ping, who cursed lowly, turned around and ran without hesitation. The sorcerer also chased her closely, and finally forced Tang Ping into a dead end like a group of people chasing each other.

After moving his body, looking at the guys who bent down and panted like dogs, Tang Ping couldn't help but smile and said, "Who are you Zhu Yeqing's people? Or are they all? Women, they are really slim."

"Boy, don't talk nonsense! Brothers, come on, you'll kill him!" With a shout, the gangsters who came around from three directions rushed up. Even if Tang Ping tried his best to dodge, he was still beaten by an electric baton.

Tang Ping was so excited that he felt the numb feeling that Tang Ping secretly exclaimed, and he grabbed two electric batons and started to take turns...

Tang Ping was fine after being hit by a stick. The gangsters were constantly twitched by two electric batons that Tang Ping had fired from left and right, but they fell to the ground with convulsions.

Not long after, more than ten people were lying on the ground, but the electric baton in Tang Ping's hand was gone, which immediately attracted the remaining scared gangsters to grit their teeth and rushed forward again...

However, when Tang Ping grabbed two electric batons again, the gangsters were all frightened and retreated. Then, facing Tang Ping, who rubbed the two electric batons with a smile on his face, he immediately dispersed.

"Is this a bad thing, I'm so embarrassed to come out and have a sneer?" Tang Ping, who shook his head and sneered, threw down the electric baton, turned around and left.

Xiu Xiu... Tang Ping, who dodged two sharp arrows in the alley outside his residence, hid in the corner of the wall, and couldn't help but have a playful arc on his lips: "Good, a little progress! But I thought I could wait here with just a few bows, so I was thinking too well?"

Sneer... Tang Ping just turned over the wall and an arrow was shot beside him. At the same time, Tang Ping, who looked up and glanced at him, also found the direction of the arrow being shot...

...After a while, when Tang Ping appeared intact outside the room he rented, he saw Wang Jiefang, Wang Husheng and Zhang Sanqian, the little guy, were tied into rice dumplings and still on the ground. There were a few people holding bows and arrows next to him, aiming arrows at them one by one.

Zhao Kunpeng, who was sitting at the door carrying a bench, was looking at Tang Ping, whose face was a little cold and ugly with interest, pointed to the concrete floor in the corridor and smiled: "Kneel down, otherwise, after hesitation for a while, I will shoot the three of them as rabbits."

"Zhao Kunpeng, I really underestimated your insidiousness!" Tang Ping, who spoke coldly, waved his hand at the few people holding bows and arrows beside him with a smile, his figure suddenly stepped forward like a ghost, with an amazing speed. At the same time, a cold light passed by, and the slender blade instantly cut off the arrows.

Hissing... Immediately afterwards, with the screams and blood splattering, the people holding bows and arrows had fallen and were easily cut by Tang Ping, covering their wrists, staggering back away.

Then, Tang Ping fell on Zhao Kunpeng who was staring at him like a ghost, and kicked him so hard that he flew into the room...

Peng...When Zhao Kunpeng hit the wall and then fell to the ground, before he could get up, Tang Ping had already stepped forward and pulled him up, and then stabbed him into his stomach with a knife, allowing him to stare at him again and open his blood-stained mouth, kneeling on his knees to keep a septile movement.

"Yes, bend your waist, don't move around, keep this movement, otherwise you will die soon," Tang Ping, who leaned over to face Zhao Kunpeng's eyes, showed a devilish smile to him, and then slowly stood up with cold eyes: "In the face of death, no one in this world is nobler than anyone else. No room for doing things, that is, no way to live. Perhaps your elders didn't teach you this truth, I'll teach you this day."

"Kneel down and hold on. Maybe someone will come to save you. That's why you shouldn't die." Tang Ping, who turned around, walked directly to the corridor outside the door and pulled the rope on Wang Jiefang and others.

After getting out, Wang Husheng quickly walked into the house. Seeing Zhao Kunpeng kneeling in the house, trembling slightly, his abdomen was blood red, and he was even difficult to open his mouth and speak, he still tried hard to take out a cell phone and wanted to make a call. He stared slightly and froze, then he strode in, snatched the cell phone, and threw it to the ground.

"Cousin, let me kill him directly," Wang Jiefang's fierce look, who came in immediately, immediately made Zhao Kunpeng more and more desperate.

Wang Husheng shook his head and said, "Didn't you hear what Ergou said? You don't leave room for others, that is, you don't leave a way out for yourself. Since he has already done this, let him live here and fend for himself."

"Uncle San? You... have you killed someone?" Zhang Sanqian outside the door looked at Tang Ping who had lit a cigarette silently on the side, and couldn't help but ask.

Tang Ping, who looked down at him, smiled without comment: "Sanqian, come and follow Uncle San. If you haven't lived a good life, I'm afraid you will die with me first!"
Chapter completed!