Zhang Sanhu punched the table:

"You mean, the disciples of Tianlong Gate made you look like this?"

Wang Fugui corrected:

"Brother Hu, he is not a disciple of Tianlongmen in our Yuncheng. They are disciples of Tianlongmen in Jinling. They said while fighting:

"It's just a blow to Ye Chen. If you hit me alone, you can cut off your head directly, which is much easier."

"But, doesn't Ye Chen claim to be superb in medical skills? Then you will break all the muscles and bones in your body and beat the brain matter in your skull into a tofu brain. How can Ye Chen cure you when I see it?"

When Wang Fugui said this, he seemed to remember the scene at that time, and a hint of horror appeared in his eyes.

When Zhang Sanhu heard this, he said angrily:

"I'll call my dad and ask my dad to issue orders and fight with them!"

Just then, Zhang Sanhu's cell phone rang.

When Zhang Sanhu saw that it was an unfamiliar number, he refused to answer.

However, the number kept ringing, as if it was clamoring with Zhang Sanhu.

The irritable Zhang Sanhu finally answered the phone.

Everyone in the room wanted to hear the phone.

Zhang Sanhu pressed hands-free.

Soon, a low and hoarse voice came from the phone:

"I am from the Elderly Association of the Dragon Capital Tianlong Sect. All the disciples of the Tianlong Sect in Yuncheng will not move! If you disobey, behead them!"

The phone immediately hung up.

Zhang Sanhu punched the wall with anger!

"What! So what if I move?"

Zhang Jiaojiao pulled Zhang Sanhu and said:
Chapter completed!