Chapter 92

Zheng Xiaotian slowly approached the door. He didn't take the group of strangers from earlier too seriously. However, he felt the aura of the two violent men who appeared later and knew he had to be cautious.

"Thank you for your help, but may I ask which group you belong to?" Lao Wantong bowed to the two men in front of him.

"It's none of your business. Step aside, we're not here for you," said the man on the left.

"How can you talk to my grandfather like that? Do you know about respecting the elderly? Your character is really showing," Lao Xingyue immediately became unhappy.

"It's none of your business either. Step aside," the man said indifferently.

"I think it should be my business," Zheng Xiaotian said as he came to the door.

"It's not just your business; it's completely your business," the man on the left raised his right hand and pointed at Zheng Xiaotian with his index finger.

"Are you his bodyguard?" Lao Wantong turned to look at Zheng Xiaotian and asked.

"Who would hire a bodyguard who is so impolite? That would just offend people," Zheng Xiaotian shrugged.

"Who would want a bodyguard for a pretty boy like you? That would just tarnish us," the man said.

"You have quite a mouth," Lao Wantong said.

"Who doesn't?" Zheng Xiaotian pointed to his chest and said, "Medic, help me remove the silver needle."

"Sure!" Lao Wantong nodded and then reached out, slowly touching the silver needle on Zheng Xiaotian's chest.

At this moment, the two men who came to cause trouble saw an opportunity. With Zheng Xiaotian unwilling to expose his armor, if they beat him up, he wouldn't be able to do anything. As long as the silver needle wasn't removed, Zheng Xiaotian had no fighting power. But once the needle was out, things would change.

Lao Wantong's right hand gripped the silver needle, and his true qi immediately flowed into it. He turned it and pulled it out.

Zheng Xiaotian's hands trembled, and then his left hand formed a fist, which his right hand wrapped around. With a forceful movement, a series of cracking sounds echoed. This was his favorite cool move before a fight, how awesome.

"Guys..." The two men felt a sense of danger the moment the silver needle was removed. It was a warning that something might go wrong today.

For people with powerful abilities, such as psychics, cultivators, and穿越者 (time travelers), this sense of danger was particularly strong and accurate. Before the needle was removed, they hadn't felt this sense of danger. But after it was removed, the danger suddenly appeared. This suggested that the needle shouldn't have been removed at all.

"No need for a prelude, let's get straight to it!" The moment Zheng Xiaotian finished speaking, his body shot forward. Originally, the three of them were close, and this sudden attack hit its mark.

Bang!

Zheng Xiaotian first punched the man on the left, sending him flying. At the same time, he stood firm, gathered his strength in his right leg, and then launched another punch at the other man's face.

Bang!

The hit was precise and without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zheng Xiaotian's pursuit began. He couldn't chase both men at the same time, but he wanted to drive them away from the door to avoid involving the old man and his granddaughter. This was his sense of responsibility.

The second man not only received a punch but also a series of consecutive hits. His head, neck, shoulders, and chest were all hit. He thought, damn, what a powerful impact. Incredible!

At the same time, the small gang leader returned. He wanted to inform Lao Wantong that because there were ten extra square meters, and it was indeed in Lao Xingyue's name, she had to be present and sign.

The small gang leader saw the two experts helping the Lao family, one of whom was being beaten badly. He thought, damn, this is an opportunity. If both experts are knocked out, wouldn't the forty square meters be saved? Yes, he needed to pay attention to the situation and be ready to act.

After dealing with one expert, Zheng Xiaotian instantly shot toward the other.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Invisible air bullets immediately swept toward Zheng Xiaotian. The overwhelming feeling was like a cultivator's attack.

Zheng Xiaotian stood still, clasped his hands together, and shouted, "Air shield!"

Bang, bang, bang!

The air bullets exploded in front of Zheng Xiaotian, but they couldn't harm him at all. Despite the close distance and the powerful impact, the target remained unscathed. This was infuriating.

"Guys..." The expert swallowed hard. From the current situation, he judged that Zheng Xiaotian was a higher-level expert than himself, and he couldn't possibly win. One of the strategies in Sun Tzu's Art of War is to run.

The expert turned and ran at full speed.

Zheng Xiaotian raised his hands, and from his palms, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, air bullets shot toward the running expert.

Bang, bang, bang!

The air bullets hit the expert, making him spit blood. This also increased the impact. In a blink, the expert reached the end of the alley, turned the corner, and escaped.

Zheng Xiaotian touched his chin. He told himself that next time, he would make the expert kneel and sing the national anthem.

Zheng Xiaotian returned to the main door. At the same time, the small gang leader arrived.

"Grandpa, it's all clear," Zheng Xiaotian said.

The small gang leader thought, too brutal. Those two must have provoked this guy, and he went off. Although they were the old man's people, this guy was even more difficult to deal with, winning against two opponents. This was a top-tier expert that even thirty square meters might not be able to hire.

"Why did you come back?" Lao Xingyue looked at the gangster.

"Um, I came back to remind you that because the ten square meters are a gift, you should sign, or it will be difficult for us," the gangster said.

"Stuttering, what company is so inconsiderate to the elderly, only giving ten square meters? You can't even do Tai Chi in such a small space. Tell me the company name, and I'll talk to your boss!" Zheng Xiaotian said.

The gangster started to tremble. He thought, damn, I shouldn't have come back.