Rebirth of the Urban Immortal

"Luo Chen, why don't you run?" Ziyuan hurried in and shouted to Luo Chen.

Because once the real master comes, Luo Chen won't be able to run away even if he wants to.

After all, he is a master, and he can kill people with just one breath!

For ordinary people like them, the name of Grandmaster is already so terrifying!

"Why are you running?" Luo Chen turned around in surprise.

"Grandmaster, the person you beat has a grandmaster!" Ziyuan looked extremely worried on her face.

"If you have it, just do it." Luo Chen said with an indifferent attitude.

"But"

"Aren't we going to team-building?" Luo Chen asked.

"How long has it been and you are still thinking about this?" Ziyuan looked anxious all of a sudden.

In the end, Luo Chen took people to team building.

It's a farmhouse outside the suburbs of Nanling called Wuthering Heights!

But along the way, except for Ziyuan, almost everyone kept a distance from Luo Chen intentionally or unintentionally.

After all, Luo Chen had just beaten the Nanling Crown Prince and offended the Grand Master!

Ziyuan tried her best to dissuade Luo Chen for a long time along the way, but Luo Chen remained indifferent.

Seeing this scene, many people sneered and shook their heads. They had offended the grandmaster, but he was still so calm?

If the Grand Master arrives in person, Luo Chen will be killed!

In the end, Ziyuan got a little angry and simply sat next to Luo Chen and ignored Luo Chen and started the live broadcast.

On the other side, in a luxurious nightclub hall, a middle-aged man with a beard was sitting on a sofa, surrounded by four extremely scantily clad beauties holding drinks and lighting cigars and passing them to the middle-aged man. man.

It stands to reason that when the middle-aged man looked at Han Feiyu, whose face was covered in blood, and then at the third brother whose hands were missing, he should be angry.

After all, this was Han Donglai's son and bodyguard who was beaten!

But at this moment, Han Donglai looked indifferent, without the slightest anger.

"Ah San, why don't you call your master first." As the underground emperor of Nanling who takes both sides, Han Donglai's methods can be said to be all-powerful. He is not only the leader of Nanling, but also has an extremely large network of connections in Nanling. .

Although Han Donglai was just an underground emperor in Nanling on the surface, he was considered a figure even in other provinces, which shows that Han Donglai's methods are indeed extraordinary.

And he is an extremely ambitious and vengeful man.

He doesn't want to be limited to being the underground emperor of Nanling, he wants to be the underground emperor of the entire China.

This wish will soon come true, as long as that person comes to Nanling!

So in his eyes, this kind of thing is just a trivial matter. Of course, it also makes him lose face. After all, those who come out to hang out always want some face.

Ah San is the person Han Feiyu calls his third brother. He is a disciple of a martial arts master in Nan Province. The martial arts master has a respected status and controls the martial arts practitioners in the entire Nan Province.

Someone helped dial the number, and Ah San spoke first.

"Master, I have been crippled!"

His hands were broken, and he would never be able to practice martial arts again in this life, let alone fight with others, so Ah San's expression was extremely gloomy, and his tone was full of resentment.

"In the small place of Nanling, you will also be crippled? Did the other party use a machine gun?" A surprised voice came from the phone.

"No, I was beaten by someone, alone!" Ah San replied.

"Alone?" The other person on the phone was even more surprised.

"Although you have practiced martial arts for many years and are not very powerful, you are definitely no match for ordinary people."

"Master, he kicked me away with just one kick. I suspect he is a master!" Ah San said suspiciously. Even Han Donglai turned his attention here when he heard this.

"Grandmaster?"

"I am the only grandmaster in Southern Province, could it be from another province?"

"How old is the other party?" the other end of the phone asked again.

"The other person looks like he is in his early twenties!" Ah San replied again.

"Hmph, then he can't be a grandmaster." The other end of the phone asserted directly.

"Why?"

"He clearly kicked me"

"Because there is only one person in the whole of China who is in his early twenties and has won the title of Grandmaster!"

"Luo Wuji!"

"There will never be another person in the world who can become a master in his early twenties." The other end of the phone explained.

"Master, could he be Luo Wuji?" Ah San was immediately confused.

If the other party is Luo Wuji, let alone revenge, is it too late for him to buy a plane ticket and run away?

But the other end of the phone did not answer his question, but spoke.

"Master, please come here in person right away. Just kill him. At most, he is just a master of internal energy who is better than you."

"But Master, what if he is"

"Beep beep..." The phone was hung up.

"Master Han? This?" Ah San looked at Han Donglai in confusion.

"He can't be Luo Wuji!" Han Donglai sneered.

"Why?" Ah San looked at Han Donglai in confusion.

"Because we have already contacted Luo Wuji, and soon we will invite Luo Wuji to our Nanling!"

"As long as we invite Luo Wuji and rely on his big tree, let alone this small Nanling, Nan Province, and even the whole of China, we will have no choice but to listen to our call of the wind and rain!" Han Donglai suddenly stood up and laughed. .

He had already contacted Luo Wuji through his connections, and he was honored to have a phone call with Luo Wuji!

At that time, as long as Luo Wuji comes to Nanling, they will be successful in the future.

"Dad, have you become a supporter of Luo Wuji?" Han Feiyu was shocked, and his whole body looked extremely excited.

Who is Luo Wuji?

That is a man at the top of China. A single sentence can determine a person's fate!

Turn your hands to make clouds and turn your hands to make rain!

Bloodbath in Dragon City, trampling on foreign masters!

Now in China, who doesn’t want to rely on his mountain?

"Shh, keep a low profile!" Han Donglai said, but he couldn't help but show an extremely coquettish and proud look on his face!

"No one will call you the Crown Prince of Nanling from now on. From now on you will be the Crown Prince of China!" Han Donglai stood with his hands behind his hands, a proud look on his face!

"Then dad, the one who hit me?"

"Let Grandmaster Tang handle it. Such a little person is not worthy of your father's personal action!" Han Donglai said again arrogantly.

He has great skills and met Luo Wuji through connections in Hainan!

How amazing is this?

How could he care about a little person from Nanling?

As long as he relies on Luo Wuji as his backer, he can ignore anyone in the country, not to mention people from Nanling!

"Congratulations to Mr. Han, Mr. Han is just around the corner for reaching the sky!" Ah San immediately complimented, extremely excited.

"Hahaha, let's go and open the champagne to celebrate!" Han Donglai greeted everyone!

On the other side, Luo Chen and his party finally arrived at Wuthering Heights.

Just as Luo Chen came out, a cold voice came.

"Hey, isn't this a local tycoon?"

Everyone looked up and saw a man in a crisp suit standing at the door of Wuthering Heights.

Everyone looked at Luo Chen with expressions of watching the show and gloating about his misfortune.

Because that person is none other than Chen Jie, the son of the richest man in Nanling!