Chapter: 2690

"Really?" Before the others could speak, Xu Yong grinned: "The innermost room is my proprietress, it seems that you all know who it is, and you came here with a purpose to do something, and who are you doing it for?" ?Leave your names, don't say I didn't give you a chance, these elders of mine are a little impatient."

"court death!"

Hearing what Xu Yong said, Qiao Zhan's eyes turned cold, and with a sway, he came to Xu Yong's body. His right fist was gathering strength, and he was about to hit Xu Yong's chest.

He was sure that with his thunderous punch, even if he only used a third of his strength, he could directly kill the person in front of him.

This little Xiami in front of him will be killed if he is killed, he must let these people in front of him know what it means to be a master that cannot be humiliated!

"boom!"

A dull sound lingered in the corridor.

"Huh? My fist hasn't hit yet!"

Qiao Zhan stared, and then felt a severe pain in his abdomen.

His body arched, and he flew upside down like a shrimp, knocking down seven or eight people before stopping.

At this time, the people who fell beside him, as well as Lin Hui and Wu Peng, were all stunned.

Especially Lin Hui, he seemed to be roaring in his heart:

I am not wrong, right? He was kicked by the martial arts master? Damn it, Qiao Zhan, are you a fake grandmaster?

There was some doubt in his heart, but the next moment, he understood.

I saw Qiao Zhan looking at Xu Yong with some surprise on his face: "Are you also a master?"

"hehe."

Suddenly, a jeer sounded from the field.

A huge aura suddenly rose up, and at this moment, Qiao Zhan's face changed completely, and Lin Hui trembled.

Looking back, I saw Lei Tiannan approaching step by step: "You guys, you are really tired of work."

"Yeah, I really thought that this place would not be safe enough if Xiao Han left?"

Wang Zhanpeng said coldly.

The momentum on his body also rippled.

Immediately afterwards, the auras of Wang Ming, Leng Yue, Xu Yong, and Wang Zhanzong rose one after another.

Qiao Zhan's face turned green:

"They're all martial arts masters? Qiao Fei, fuck me #*&..."

If Qiao Fei was here, he couldn't even hold back his brotherhood, and wanted to slap him to death, how fucking screwed are you?

Seeing their getting closer and closer, Lin Hui's face turned pale for a moment:

"No!"

"I'm the management of the hotel, not..."

Wu Peng hadn't finished speaking.