Hu Pang Du’s strength is coming up, and he can’t care about so much. ┢-digit ═-digit ┡.(.

He pointed at Shi Jia's nose and cursed, "Who the hell are you? Don't worry about other people's business, let me tell you! Are you in charge of the business?" The little brothers behind him surrounded Shi Jia with malicious intentions, and surrounded Shi Jia firmly in the middle, with the iron pipe slapped in the palm of his hands and slapped.

Shi Jia cursed in his heart that he did not want to meddle in other people's business. If this group of people had no bottom line in doing things, he would not have come forward rashly.

Chen San cannot die, at least he cannot die in the boiler room.

He touched the slender beard on his chin and said leisurely: "I? I'm just passing by. Young people, stay a little bit." Anyway, I've been pretending to be good, and I have to pretend to the end even if I have to bite the bullet.

Hu Pang smiled angrily, pinched his finger bones and made a cracking sound, saying, "Why should I listen to you? Who are you? If you don't get out of here, I will twist all your old bones?"

His meaning is very clear, that is, he will not let Shi Jia meddle in other people's business.

Shi Jia sighed. There was no electronic device on the first floor of the hall except cameras. He had no way to make it happen, such as VR simulation and A enhancement methods. Moreover, these people were not easily scared away. Who is the murderer with blood on his hands easy to mess with?

Moreover, judging from the attitude of these people, although I don’t know where Chen San offended them, they really wanted to kill themselves. They didn’t consider the consequences at all, and they were all crazy people.

madman!

Shi Jia hates such people the most. He ignores his own lives and does not have any sympathy for other people's lives. He really wants to destroy these people on the spot.

But considering the laboratory problem, the boiler room was undoubtedly very important to him before the new laboratory was built.═┝.＜. This place preserves Xiao Y's body, and Wang Fengwei is also locked in the basement. If this place is exposed, it will completely disrupt Shi Jia's plan.

When the electronic brain evolved to its current level, Shi Jia's physical fitness has reached an extremely terrifying level, far beyond the scope of human beings. He can also control his genes to create some special organs that only exist in fantasy, such as wings and tentacles.

We must let these people go. But how to let them leave obediently is what Shi Jia is struggling with now.

Absolute control brought extremely strong perception ability. He found that Chen San's life characteristics were getting weaker and weaker, and his heart beat abnormally. If he did not help him, the poor worm would definitely die in the boiler room.

He can save people, but he cannot resurrect the dead.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the boiler room, which blew on Hu Pang's body. The cold air flow touched the wound on his chest and shuddered him. Although he was temporarily treated with a cloth strip, the pain caused by the injury that had lost his flesh was inevitable.

Pain can easily arouse anger, and Hu Pang is not a rational person.

"Old guy, do you hear me?" He pointed at Shi Jia with a baseball bat and gave an ultimatum.

Shi Jia sighed and began to start the pre-designed auxiliary program in his brain. He had collected a lot of information on the Internet, including things like fighting routines.

Although the fighting skills online are simple, it is difficult to achieve the level of hard work without a few years of hard work. However, under Shi Jia's control, he can make fighting extremely perfect.

Tai Chi did not go out for ten years, and Baji killed people in one year.┞┡┠┠┟═╡.＜.

Shi Jia is preparing to simulate a set of Bajiquan. With the simulation ability of auxiliary programs, he can basically simulate the essence of Bajiquan 100%. Moreover, through electronic brain, he can perfectly call every muscle on the body. In terms of lethality, he is far more than that of ordinary Bajiquan masters.

He put on a fist posture, his body slightly sideways, his spine is tight, his right hand spreads his palm forward, his eyes are bright and bright, staring at Hu Pang and his gang.

The voice has the vicissitudes and strength of an old man: "It's a pity that I am the best not to meddle in my life."

Hearing this, Hu Pang smiled grimly, "Old guy, you are so tired of living." He pointed at Shi Jia with a baseball bat and walked over shakingly. He didn't take Shi Jia seriously at all.

"Do you think this old man is stupid?" he suddenly said to his younger brothers.

The little brothers laughed and looked at Shi Jia as if they were looking at the dead, without any kindness. They just waited for Hu Pang to give the order, but they had no habit of respecting the elderly and loving the young.

Shi Jia changed his appearance and looked rosy and handsome, similar to the old man who often exercised in the park. The only thing that could be called special is Shi Jia's messy white head and a white beard with a chin of twenty or thirty centimeters long.

It has a bit of a fairy-like and Taoist sacred spirit, but the green military coat he hurriedly found completely destroyed the temperament of a fairy-like and Taoist sacred spirit, and instead looked more like a man from the perspective of deterrence. It is not as good as an ordinary healthy young man.

How could these guys who are like wolves and tigers be afraid of an old man?

The scene was temporarily stalemate, and Hu Pang exerted invisible pressure with a group of men in suits, with a confident smile in control of the situation. He hoped that seeing the old man kneel down and beg for mercy would be more interesting, so he was not in a hurry to take action.

Zhao Jianfeng kept looking at the boxing stance that Shi Jia put on thoughtfully, feeling a little familiar.

Just when Hu Pang could no longer bear it and wanted to take action, Zhao Jianfeng suddenly exclaimed: "Crane Bu Exploring the Horse?" He looked at the old man in military coat in front of him in surprise.

As a master of Aikido, Zhao Jianfeng has some understanding of the traditional Chinese martial arts routines. The real Chinese martial arts are not the kind of scheming performed on TV, but the murderous skills evolved from the fight. For the sake of distinction, some people call it national martial arts.

Martial arts that only kill people but do not perform are called national arts.

With Zhao Jianfeng's eyes, he immediately realized that the old man was not simple. When he realized that the old man might have the skills of Bajiquan, he observed the old man from a practical perspective, and then he suddenly felt an invisible momentum emitting from the old man.

Facing ordinary people actually made him feel an impeccable illusion.

This made Zhao Jianfeng feel scared and sweating. Before he came to Yunhai City, he had learned about several famous masters in the Yunhai National Arts World from his master Masheng Cangjie. Among them, there was an old man named Liu Gang who was superb with Bajiquan, and even his master had to give in.

Even at the age of 60, he looks as strong as a middle-aged man and likes to meddle in other people's business the most in his life.

Could it be this person...

"Pang Hu, let's go." Zhao Jianfeng's face was solemn. He was not afraid of Liu Gang, the master of Bajiquan, but he did not want to provoke the martial arts world in Yunhai City because of this kind. Moreover, Shen San was just a minion. Although he was the confidant of Liu Zi, he would let him go after he let him go.

Hu Pang was stunned and retorted: "Why!"

Zhao Jianfeng wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

The two of them could wait, but Shi Jia could never wait any longer. He found that if he didn't help him, the little yellow-haired Chen San would really die here!

"Get out of here!" Shi Jia shouted loudly, and two small slashes and palms spread out the two suited men blocking the route, then jumped in front of Chen San, and inserted his hand as a knife to Chen San, and four fingers were all in his chest!

Everyone was shocked, and Zhao Jianfeng looked at Shi Jia with at a loss.

Why do you say it well... Is this going to kill someone?!

However, what they imagined was happening. Chen San first vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and then to the extent that the naked eye could see, his face gradually returned to blood from pale.

The terrible scars on his face that were chopped out by the iron pipes actually closed, and after a few seconds, they turned into blood scabs.

During these few minutes, Zhao Jianfeng, Hu Pang and his men almost all had the same expression, stunned and did not dare to move, just staring at the amazing changes in Chen San's body.

A few minutes later, Shi Jia slowly pulled out his palm and looked at Zhao Jianfeng and his group with a pale face.

The reason why his face turned pale... was that just pulling Chen San from the edge of death to the verge of death cost Shi Jia a thousand points of energy. How could he not hurt his flesh?

And this account must be calculated carefully with this group of people.

Zhao Jianfeng's lips were stammering, and his eyes changed from caution to shock that was about to overflow.

Is this the legendary method of immortals?

"The flesh and bones of the living dead!"

Hu Pang was almost scared to kneel down. With a "bang", the baseball bat in his hand slipped to the ground. He didn't have time to pay attention to the baseball bat. He just felt... his legs were a little soft. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!