God-level wealthy son-in-law

Zhou Yi was really surprised. He didn't expect Huamao to have such a master. It seems that they paid a lot of money to hire them. After all, not everyone can hire a psychic.

In addition to money, there is also status and connections!

Otherwise, no one wants to talk to you.

Thinking about the Zhang family, although a first-level psychic is nothing to the Zhang family, it is also very precious. After all, who would have too many psychics?Even at the first level.

But in front of him was a third-level psychic, whose strength was many times stronger than Uncle De's.

He can be considered number one in the world of martial arts.

Hearing the words, the bald man also looked at Zhou Yi in surprise, and said, "I didn't expect you to know a lot, and you can even know about psykers, but it can make the cat master afraid of you, I am really scared." can not tell."

"Your strength is just that, and you don't have superhuman strength. What do you have to be afraid of? People like you, catch a lot of them."

Zhou Yi sneered and said, "That's true, but I'm afraid the hallway will not be full of psionic users who died under my hands, and there are guys like you everywhere."

"It seems that Huamao is in it. The heads of the two of us are only worth 20 billion. Who do you look down on? Not long ago, someone offered a price of 20 billion, and it was in US dollars. [-] billion is really not worth mentioning."

"However, it's rare for that guy to be generous. It seems that he has been greedy for a lot of money over the years."

The bald man was stunned, and couldn't help laughing angrily: "You're gasping if you say you're fat, don't care how much your head is worth, anyway, I'm going to make a decision today!"

"Really? Then try it, wait until you defeat this guy first!" Zhou Yi joked, pointing at Po Jun.

The bald man raised his eyebrows. He didn't feel any threat from Po Jun, nor did he feel any aura. It was strange, but before he had time to think about it, he snorted and said, "Don't worry, you both have to die today."

"Punch me first!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yi broke through the army and said calmly: "To deal with this kind of guy, just blow his head off with one punch!"

"One punch? I'll blow you up with one punch first. After three years of effort from me, can you handle it?" the bald man shouted and punched with all his might.

But Po Jun disdained it, he didn't even bother to hide, he directly blocked the punch with his tower-like body, there was a muffled "bang", his body didn't even shake, it was like a mountain, Move King Ming.

"What... what? This... this is impossible!" The bald man was dumbfounded, and his eyes wanted to pop out.

He had already exhausted all his strength, but when he hit this person, it was like a limp fist, it had no effect, and it didn't do anything at all?
He is a third-level psychic, and he can kill a cow with a single punch. How could this person be fine?
However, Po Jun was condescending and sarcastically said: "Three years of hard work, is this the strength? Then my life sentence, can you take it?"

As soon as the words came out, he punched down.

Simple, direct, domineering, nothing fancy!

The bald man's pupils shrank, and before he could react, he was hit hard on the head by this punch. With a loud bang, he lost consciousness instantly.

There was another "bang", and the head hit the floor. The whole corridor was shaken violently, and the floor was broken.

All this was said to be slow, but in fact it was only in the blink of an eye. The remaining bodyguards in black only saw the bald man being knocked over by a punch in an instant, and he was about to die if he didn't die.

A third-level psychic is no more than a one-punch opponent.

"Hiss...this..."

Everyone was terrified and trembling, this is delusional, right?

You know, the day this master came, he picked and knocked out dozens of them in a row. His strength was unbelievable, and now he was knocked out by a punch?
Is he... is there any reason?

Po Jun grabbed the bald man's bald head and lifted it up, and said coldly to these people: "What? You also want to feel the power of this life imprisonment fist?"

When the words fell, these people were frightened in an instant, turned around and ran away, no matter how much money was given, they would not do anything.

After all, there must be flowers of life!
Seeing this, Zhou Yi ignored them. These people are just living for nothing, and there is no threat to them. He stretched his waist and walked towards the deepest gate: "We should go and see Zheng Zheng." Lord!"

At this time, inside the gate.

Huamao called over and over again, cursing, panicking, hesitating, and even urging the helicopter to arrive quickly.

But how can it be so fast? It has been less than 2 minutes since Zhou Yi and the others appeared. At this moment, the helicopter can fly half of the distance, which is considered fast.

Huamao also knew it was a fantasy, but he always had some expectations in his heart, and the bald head also went out just now, so he should be able to hold on for a while with his strength.

As for winning, he never thought about it.

If it's really that easy, and a third-level psyker can defeat the Dragon King, is he still the Dragon King?
Back then, more than one psychic came to assassinate and assassinate, but none of them could enter the Dragon Emperor's Sanzhang, and the dragon group buried countless psychics in their hands.

There are countless people who are stronger than bald heads.

Just as he was thinking, suddenly there was no movement outside the door, and Huamao was startled, his heart skipped a beat, as if he was about to suffocate.

"This... what's the situation? It's over?"

"boom!"

With just one kick, the door was kicked open by Zhou Yi.

In Nuo Da's room, I saw the pale cat at a glance. It was much fatter than three years ago. When I saw him, my three souls seemed to be scared away.

"you you……"

"What? I haven't seen you for three years, and I don't know each other anymore. Or are you so excited that you can't speak? Wasn't it very arrogant on the phone just now? Come on, repeat what you just said." Zhou Yi sat firmly in front of him. .

The seemingly plain words made Huamao's whole body drenched in an instant, shrouded in endless despair.

You Qi saw the bald-headed Po Junling come in.

With a "plop", he actually knelt down directly.

"My... my emperor, please forgive me, please forgive me. Just now I was confused and misidentified the wrong person. I blame Karl. He has been bewitching and threatening me. If I go to you, he will kill me." Huamao cried Said.

But Po Jun snorted coldly: "You are afraid that Karl will kill you, why, aren't you afraid that the Dragon Emperor will kill you? After all, you are still the same bastard as that bastard."

Zhou Yi played with this piece of porcelain, and said indifferently: "I gave you a chance just now, and even gave you a one-month deadline, hoping to pull you back from the edge of indulgence. Now it seems that I am thinking too much."

"Let me ask you, who owns this Beijing Bank? Who founded it and became its real owner?"

"Yes...it's you!" Huamao said with difficulty.

"Then what are you? What identity?" Zhou Yi said coldly.

Huamao was at a loss for words, and said with difficulty: "I... I am the steward of Jingcheng Bank, responsible for all the bank's business, and a small helmsman of Yunyi Chamber of Commerce in Jinghua!"

"Then who promoted you to be the helmsman and appointed you to be in charge?"

"Yes...it's you!"

"Who brought you out from the insignificance, paid off your debts, vigorously cultivated you, and supported you?"

"It's still you!" Huamao said guilty.

But as soon as the words fell, Zhou Yi kicked him in the face suddenly, and instantly kicked his face covered in blood, his nose was broken, and screaming, he said angrily: "Then tell me, that's how you repay me What qualifications do you have to take the bank as your own and make the land king?"

"You are just a steward who manages my bank, and you dare to annex my things? You shamelessly take possession of it for yourself and enjoy yourself wantonly. Who gave you the guts?"

"answer me!"