He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi, who was sitting to the side, immediately barked excitedly twice: "Woof woof~"

Yang Guang ignored it.

His gaze passed over Zhang Chengwu's corpse and went straight to the direction of the second-floor stairwell.

The black fog there was getting thicker and thicker.

Yang Guang pulled a yellow talisman from his pocket, held it between his index and middle fingers, and sneered, "Last chance."

"Get out here yourself, or should I come in and fetch you?"

The words fell.

A low, chanting sound came from the direction of the second floor.

It's not quite like chanting, though. The sound of Buddhist chanting can bring peace of mind, but this thing doesn't sound like that at all.

But as soon as the chanting began, Zhang Chengwu's actions changed instantly.

He slowly raised his hands, his ten fingers curled into claws, and reached out to grab Yang Guang.

Yang Guang stood still, even pursing his lips with a look of disdain: "Fine."

"Since you refuse a polite toast and insist on drinking the penalty cup, then I'll grant your wish!"

Yang Guang kicked Zhang Chengwu in the chest.

boom!

Zhang Chengwu's body immediately flew backward and crashed onto the marble floor with a dull thud.

All the criminal police officers were staring at Yang Guang in disbelief.

That's so violent!

Zhang Chengwu must weigh at least 150 or 160 pounds, right?

As a result, Yang Guang kicked him several meters away.

Lin Yue stared dangerously at Yang Guang, suddenly remembering the argument Yang Guang had with Wang Hao, a student in their class, at the school gate.

Wang Hao said at the time that he was the one who got beaten.

But I didn't believe it at the time.

In retrospect, it seems that Yang Guang was indeed the one who falsely accused others.

Damn it!

They even dare to mess with the police?

Just wait and see how I deal with you later!

Lin Yue watched Yang Guang's retreating figure, her teeth itching with rage.

However, Zhang Chengwu was already a corpse and had no idea what pain was.

His movements as he got up from the ground were extremely strange; his entire body seemed to be pulled upwards from the top of his head by an invisible thread, and he bounced straight up from the ground.

The spine made a series of cracking sounds.

That mouth, splitting to the roots of his ears, still maintained that chilling curve.

Zhang Chengwu lunged at Yang Guang again, this time at more than twice the speed of before.

Ten fingers, bent into claw shapes, aimed straight for Yang Guang's throat.

The police officers behind him all raised their guns in unison.

"Don't shoot!"

Lin Yue shouted sternly.

She knew bullets were useless against this thing.

Even if it's smashed, it'll just have a few more holes; it can still be moved as needed.

But at this critical moment...

A loud, clear voice suddenly came from outside the villa gate.

"Brother Guang!"

"Brother Guang, are you inside?"

"Brother Guang, I'm back!"

The sound was so loud that the entire villa was shaking.

Followed by.

A series of earth-shaking footsteps came from outside the door, like a small earthquake.

Everyone's attention was drawn to that sound.

A mountain of flesh rolled in from outside the villa's gate.

That's right.

Just get out!

A fat man who is 1.75 meters tall and weighs at least 250 kilograms.

He was wearing a gray monk's robe, flip-flops, and clutching a half-eaten chicken leg in his hand.

He shot in from outside the door like a meat bomb.

The fat on his face jiggled up and down with the frequency of his running, like jelly.

Who else could this be but Chu Sheng?

At this moment, Zhang Chengwu had already pounced on Yang Guang, his ten bent fingers less than half a foot away from Yang Guang's neck.

But Yang Guang didn't even turn his head. He suddenly raised his right leg and kicked Zhang Chengwu precisely in the chin.

boom!

Zhang Chengwu's head snapped back, and his entire body flew backward again.

This time it flew even further.

It smashed directly onto the marble coffee table in the living room, shattering it in two on the spot.

Yang Guang withdrew his leg, dusted off non-existent dust from his trousers, and said without turning his head, "Is that all you've got? You think you can touch me?"

"Where is your bald-headed master?"

"Let him come out himself."

"What kind of skill is it to send a dead man out as a shield?"

The criminal police officers behind him collectively gasped.

Why does this kid kick people like he's kicking a soda can?

And over there at the entrance.

As soon as Chu Sheng, that mountain of flesh, rushed into the courtyard, he was stopped by two special police officers.

Two fully armed special police officers, one on each side, firmly held Chu Sheng's arms.

But the problem is...

With Chu Sheng's physique, two special police officers combined might not even weigh as much as him.

Even after he was stopped, his two short, thick legs continued to paddle in place, his flip-flops making a screeching sound on the marble floor.

Chu Sheng was sweating profusely, almost dropping the chicken leg in his hand: "Officer!"

"I'm with Guang-ge!"

"Let me in!"

"Guang is fighting inside, I have to go help!"

The SWAT officer gritted his teeth and pulled back with all his might: "Don't move!"

"This is the crime scene!"

"No unauthorized personnel allowed!"

Chu Sheng's round, chubby face was filled with anxiety: "I'm not just anyone!"

"I'm Guang-ge's brother!"

The SWAT officer looked at him with suspicion: "You're a monk, are you really brothers with Yang Guang?"

"yes."

"If you don't believe me, ask Brother Yang."

Hearing the noise at the door, Yang Guang turned around and glanced at it.

When he saw that familiar mountain of flesh, his expression changed instantly.

I suddenly felt a headache coming on.

It's not because of anything else.

Yang Guang felt his wallet was crying when he saw Chu Sheng's thing.

How much can such a big fat person eat in one meal?

Yang Guang's mind raced.

Or we could go back and talk to the principal again, and see if we can get this thing into the school.

Anyway, you just use the principal's meal card to eat.

You don't have to pay any money yourself.

If I can get a free meal, I'll take it.

Ok.

That's settled.

The special police officers at the door all turned to look at Yang Guang, their eyes full of questions.

Yang Guang nodded helplessly: "He's my man, let him in."

The special police officers released their grip.

Chu Sheng burst in like a runaway ball of flesh.

The entire living room floor was shaking.

He rushed to Yang Guang, grabbed Yang Guang's arm, and his round face was full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

"Brother Guang!"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm back after finishing my errands!"

Yang Guang pulled his arm out of Chu Sheng's greasy, fat hand and rubbed it on his pants in disgust.

Your hands are covered in oil.

"Could you put the chicken leg down before you talk?"

Chu Sheng looked down at the chicken leg in his hand, hesitated for half a second, and then reluctantly stuffed it into the pocket of his monk's robe.

"Alright, alright, let it go."

Yang Guang looked Chu Sheng up and down: "How did you know I was here?"

Chu Sheng patted his round belly, looking smug: "Brother Guang, don't underestimate this humble monk."

"Although this humble monk's cultivation is mediocre, his nose is exceptionally sharp!"

"The evil aura is so strong, I can smell it from three blocks away."

"Plus, there were three police cars parked at the entrance, so I knew right away that you were up to something."

Yang Guang: "..."

Speak like a human being!

Chu Sheng chuckled, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Brother Guang, I did some calculations, and this is the guidance Buddha gave me."