Under One Person: Communicating with Xiao Zizai about his condition at the beginning

Chen Zhuo was suddenly startled.

So decisive?

His figure flashed, and he stretched out his hand like lightning. His two fingers leaped with dark red energy, firmly clamping a silver needle.

He blocked one.

But the other person had his heart pierced directly by the silver needle.

Die on the spot.

Chen Zhuo suddenly looked at the man in the suit!

This person must also want to commit suicide!

His form came first, and he instantly transformed into a black shadow, grabbing the opponent's neck with one hand.

The man in the suit retreated.

But he couldn't escape from Chen Zhuo's arms.

Karma!

"What are you looking for?"

Chen Zhuo grabbed the suit man's neck with one hand, making it so that he could only speak with difficulty but unable to commit suicide by biting his tongue or swallowing pills.

The man kept trying to break free from Chen Zhuo's restraints, but to no avail. He could only keep saying with difficulty:

"Nothing, nothing..."

"We are just, reporters..."

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly:

"reporter?"

“Why do journalists commit suicide when they see they are outmatched?”

"What secret are you trying to hide?"

"or……"

His voice deepened.

"Tell me where your president Qu Tong is. I'll go find her and have a chat with her myself."

A flash of red light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the man in the suit:

"How do you know..."

Before Chen Zhuo could react, he saw a dazzling red light bursting out of the man's open mouth.

A heat surged from his dantian and rushed straight to his head.

Chen Zhuo's pupils shrank slightly.

This is? !

Boom! A fiery red light bloomed in the man's body, and a violent roar erupted.

The man in the suit was blown from the inside out into a bloody mist.

Chen Zhuo looked embarrassed.

Fortunately, he was able to mobilize dark red Qi around his body in time to block the impact of the explosion and the blood and flesh.

Otherwise, he might really be covered in blood by this sudden self-explosion.

Too weird.

There was no fluctuation of negative emotions before the self-explosion, as if it was a set time bomb.

When certain conditions are triggered, it will explode automatically.

As the villain behind the scenes of this one-man world.

It’s not that simple after all.

Fortunately, Chen Zhuo did not gain nothing. He put the only unconscious member of Yaoxing Society into the devouring bag.

Wait until we find a secret place and then interrogate him thoroughly.

Afterwards, Chen Zhuo carried several more corpses and buried them under the roots of trees in the deep mountains and forests.

Then clean up all the blood and dirt from the explosion.

He was already familiar with these finishing tasks when he was in Quanxing, so it was not difficult, just time-consuming.

About half an hour later.

Chen Zhuo straightened his back and let out a long sigh.

I saw that the forest where the few people had just fought had all returned to its original state, and the green color was as new, as if no one had been there.

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Chen Zhuo lit a cigarette to refresh himself.

Looking back at Longhu Mountain, the bright moon hung high in the sky like a jade plate, and he couldn't help but mutter:

"Oh, time to go back to bed."

……

Early the next morning.

Chen Zhuo was woken up by the alarm clock.

It's another day of getting up early and going up the mountain.

Feng Xingtong sent a message, which was a video without any text. Chen Zhuo clicked it casually.

Oh hoo.

It turned out to be a high-definition, uncensored video of Zhang Chulan relaxing by walking with his bird under the moon after getting drunk. Chen Zhu watched it.

Simply replied with a number.

"6."

When we arrived at Longhu Mountain, it was just as we expected.

Zhang Chulan has become the focus of everyone. The person who may inherit the position of Heavenly Master is openly walking his bird under the moonlight in Longhu Mountain.

This is such a disgrace to the family. If Zhang Chulan really became a Heavenly Master, I'm afraid Zhang Lingyu would want to kill him.

"Chu Lan."

"I heard about your feat."

"Well, what a pity I wasn't on the mountain last night..."

Chen Zhuo stroked his chin and joked with a smile.

Zhang Chulan had a look of regret on his face and felt hopeless.

He is socially dead.

I really want to crash into the arena and die...

Chen Zhuo patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't take it to heart."

"To whom today?"

Chen Chulan looked solemn:

"Tang Clan, Tang Wenlong."

"It is said that he is a tough guy."

Chen Zhuo said happily:

"If you use unconventional methods too much, they will eventually fail. Are you going to resort to trickery this time?"

Zhang Chulan sighed and shook his head:

"There's no other way this time. We can only fight hard."

"And it must be resolved quickly!"

Today is the round of 16, Zhang Chulan vs. Tang Wenlong, Zhuge Qing vs. Wang Ye, and Feng Shayan vs. Jia Zhengliang.

They are all the focus of much attention!

Chen Zhuo patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder:

"Baby, go to the competition."

"Then I'll go with you, and take a look at your training results to see if you've improved since the Tianxiahui."

Zhang Chulan scratched his head:

"Okay, then I'll borrow your good words."

Chapter 23 She is afraid of loneliness

Chen Zhuo accompanied Zhang Chulan to the arena, and all he heard was sighs, contempt, and ridicule.

Zhang Chulan lowered his head.

There was no change in his expression.

But Chen Zhuo sensed it very clearly.

Faced with insults and contempt, Zhang Chulan's emotions included reluctance, anger, and violence, but eventually all turned to calmness.

"Go."

"Use your performance to shut them up."

Chen Zhuo encouraged with a smile.

Zhang Chulan pursed his lips, thanked Chen Zhuo, and slowly walked into the venue.

When the blazing white lightning flashed across the field, everyone held their breath in silence.

No one could have imagined that Zhang Chulan, who had been sneaking around in Luotian Dajiao and had managed to hold on until now, actually had such terrifying strength hidden.

Tang Wenlong didn't expect this either.

So he lost.

The defeat was due to underestimating the enemy and being careless.

The loss is more about mentality.

As the descendant of a family of assassins with a history of hundreds of years, he should not underestimate any opponent.

"Zhang Chulan wins!"

After the referee announced the result, Zhang Chulan left the field without stopping.

I walked to the door and looked up.

Chen Zhuo had already been waiting outside.

"Haha, this will open those people's eyes."

Zhang Chulan smiled indifferently:

"The world is just like this, not worth bothering about."

"Let's go see Sister Baoer."

"Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye, Feng Shayan, and Jia Zhengliang seem to be on that side. The trouble is yet to come."

Zhang Chulan scratched his head in distress.

Chen Zhuo hummed:

"Yes."