1007: C1007 Useless Hand Break It

C1007 Useless Hand Break It

Article 1007 Useless hand, break it.

"You don't need to care who I am, as long as I don't agree, you won't be able to realize your dreams"

The people who came were Zhang Xing and Ruan Mei.

He had been listening outside for a long time and knew that it was the internal strife within the Killer Group.

It just so happened that they were going to clean it up together. Furthermore, there was an unexpected harvest.

"Which generation are you from? Don't you know that a meeting is taking place here?"

Yan Tong asked coldly.

There were many disciples as big as Zhang Xing in the Silver Palace, but only a few were able to enter the headquarters.

They were usually talents that the elders took a liking to, or juniors who were related to them.

The others were also puzzled. They didn't know who these two people were.

Look at me. I look at you. They all shook their heads.

It was really strange. Who were these two youths?

A bunch of question marks appeared in their minds at the same time.

Zhang Xing ignored Yan Tong and walked straight to a table. He pulled Ruan Mei and sat down generously.

Everyone was stunned.

Whose disciple was this? Wasn't this too bold? Don't you know that the people here are all elders?

"How dare you! Is this the place you came from? Is there a seat for you? "

" Hurry up and tell me your name. Whose disciple are you?! "

Yan Tong clenched his fists. If this brat continued to be arrogant, he would immediately kill him. Who cares who he was?

Zhang Xing acted as if he didn't hear him. He even picked up the teacup on the table and waved. He took a pot of tea from the table next to him, poured a cup, and leisurely tasted it.

"Not bad, good tea."

As he drank, he nodded and commented.

Could these big shots still drink ordinary tea? They were all very rare tea leaves with spiritual energy.

When Yan Tong saw Zhang Xing's behavior, he was so angry that he almost exploded.

He stood up and walked towards Zhang Xing step by step with a gloomy face.

"Kid, you are courting death!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed towards Zhang Xing's Neck.

He wanted to crush Zhang Xing's throat and throw him out of the hall.

Zhang Xing didn't even look at him. He continued to taste the tea.

Everyone's eyes were focused on his right hand.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, this arrogant young man was going to lose his life under this grab.2

However, in the next moment, a scene that shocked all the assassins appeared.

The youth's wrist moved.

Hua!

The tea in the teacup splashed onto Yan Tong's face.

His claw that carried the strong wind... It was only half an inch away from the youth's throat, but for some reason, it could not move forward.

Could it be that just a cup of tea had been poured on his face, and he was able to stop a 5-Star Warlord from killing him?

It was obviously impossible, and none of the big shots present would believe that it was because of this reason.

Yan Tong himself didn't know why he had stopped.

But he didn't think about this problem.

At this moment, his face was filled with anger.

He took back his right hand, wiped his face, and kept nodding his head.

"Good, very good!"

"Rabbit, how dare you pour tea on my face? I'm going to kill you!"

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand again, and his fingers turned into claws, grabbing towards Zhang Xing's throat.

"Crack!"

He felt something in his hand, and without any hesitation, he pinched it with all his strength.

Immediately after that, Yan Tong felt that something was wrong.

In the blink of an eye, it was not the throat of this kid. It was clearly a teacup.

And his hand was still half an inch away from his throat.

"Hehe, your hand seems to be somewhat useless. You won't be able to grasp it even if I give you two chances. It's useless even if you keep it. Chop it off."

At the same time, everyone saw a flash of cold light. With a pata, a hand broke from the wrist and fell to the ground.

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