Lianzhong International Apartment, Building 13, Room 1024.

"Xiao Qing, the designer sent me the decoration renderings. See if you like it."

Ning Zhao was sitting on the sofa, holding a tablet in his hand and talking to Miao Qing, who was walking slowly on the treadmill.

Miao Qing's legs are in the recovery stage and she cannot run yet. She can only help her recovery by walking slowly.

With her extremely strong character, how could she easily accept her fate that her martial arts skills would be abolished?

I force myself to do a lot of training every day, hoping that miracles will happen.

This is a unique secret that her Miao family has inherited for hundreds of years, and she doesn't want it to be lost here.

In that case, wouldn't she become the intoxicating figure of the Miao family?

"Just decide."

Miao Qingxiang was dripping with sweat. She stopped the treadmill, picked up a towel and wiped her sweat and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

"All right."

Ning Zhao helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

He was already used to Miao Qing's attitude.

Miao Qing was indifferent to the decoration of the wedding room and left it all to Ning Zhao.

Ning Zhao is not willing to think about this matter in depth.

Anyway, the woman I love is about to marry him, so why do I think so much about it?

"Ding dong."

At this time the doorbell rang.

"Hmm? Who is it?"

Ning Zhao put down his tablet, stood up and went to open the door.

"Excuse me, are you Ning Zhao?"

Outside the door was a fat man with a friendly smile.

"yes."

Ning Zhao nodded and asked: "Who are you? Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Of course there is something."

The fat man's smile deepened, and suddenly he kicked Ning Zhao in the stomach like lightning.

Ning Zhao flew backwards and knocked over the cabinet in the living room, making a huge noise.

"Well."

Ning Zhao felt that his intestines were about to be broken by the kick. He hunched over and raised his head slightly to look at the fat man.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Wang Tu, and it was Master Diao who asked me to come."

Wang Tu walked into the house, closed the door, and looked around, finally focusing on the bathroom.

He heard the sound of running water coming from inside.

"There are still people."

Wang Tu blinked his little eyes and asked, "Is she the one who provoked Mr. Diao in Xianhe Tower?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the bathroom.

"stop!"

Ning Zhao struggled to get up, took a few steps forward and then fell to the ground, shouting: "Stop!"

"So excited, your wife is inside."

Wang Tu stopped and turned his head to look at Ning Zhao, with a bit of teasing on his face.

"If you dare to go in, I will risk your life to kill you!"

Ning Zhao roared loudly, with veins popping out on his neck.

"Haha, you can't even protect yourself, why do you want to protect others?"

Wang Tu shook his head and said with a smile: "But don't worry, I have no interest in other people's wives."

Before he finished speaking, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and a mop hit Wang Tu's head.

Wang Tu didn't hide, and let the mop hit his head.

The hollow aluminum tube mop has little strength and will bend immediately.

The other end of the mop was held in Miao Qing's hand.

Although all his martial arts skills were lost, Miao Qing was once a master on the ground list. She reacted very quickly, threw away the mop, raised her leg and kicked Wang Tu in the head.

But just as her legs were lifted, Miao Qing's movements suddenly froze.

She found that she couldn't bring up her true energy at all, and couldn't even kick her legs that high.

"Don't make such big moves, you'll lose everything."

Wang Tu said with a smile.

Miao Qing was only wearing a bath towel at this time, and she almost lost her clothes when she raised her feet.

Realizing this, Miao Qing quickly put down her legs and took a step back.

"She was the one who was at the Crane Tower this afternoon, right?"

Wang Tu asked slowly.

"No!"

Ning Zhao said loudly: "It's the Diao Sanshao I hit with the tea cup. Come at me if you have anything!"

"The boy is quite talented."

There was a hint of approval in Wang Tu's expression, and he nodded and said, "Then let's go with you."

"Where to go?"

Ning Zhao asked.

"Go find the next one."

Wang Tu said: "I will find every one of them who was in the Crane Tower this afternoon."

"Okay, I'll take you there!"

Ning Zhao gritted his teeth, supported the chair and stood up reluctantly, glancing at the coffee table from the corner of his eyes.

"Know the current affairs."

Wang Tu put his hands behind his back and prepared to walk out: "Let's go, don't bother me to do anything."

"Go away, mother!"

Ning Zhao took the opportunity to grab the chair and threw it towards Wang Tu.

"Afraid of rubbing!"

Wang Tu smashed the wooden chair to pieces with one punch.

Ning Zhao stumbled to the sofa, opened the coffee table and took out a pistol, turned around and shot Wang Tu.

"Bang!"

Along with the sound of gunfire, Wang Tu's body moved.

"Xiaoqing, stay away!"

Ning Zhao shouted loudly, and fired more than a dozen shots at Wang Tu, until all the bullets were used up and the machine hung up.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by bullets, Miao Qing retreated to the bathroom and hid behind the wall.

"Ning Zhao, it's useless!"

Miao Qing loudly said: "A gun is ineffective against a warrior of his level."

"Your woman still knows her stuff."

Wang Tu appeared in front of Ning Zhao and kicked Ning Zhao away again and hit the wall.

With a muffled sound, Ning Zhao felt as if his ribs had been broken by a kick.

"This low-level weapon can only be used against low-level ordinary people."

Wang Tu looked at Ning Zhao with an expression of pity on his face.

"Oh."

Ning Zhao smiled miserably and said: "Okay, I'm convinced, I'll go with you."
To be continued...