Boss Bai is indeed a famous giant owl who is unmatched by anyone in the world.

Although he is getting older, his skills are flexible, and his strength may not be as strong as his prime, he is afraid that no one is sure to defeat him.

But these naturally do not include Song Mingjing, a foreign visitor.

Boss Bai may not be better than Fang Tianmiao or Hua Feihua, but with Song Mingjing's martial arts at this time, even if Hua Feihua is not Hua, Fang Tianmiao and the other two join forces may find it difficult to take on his three moves and two moves.

Combining disguise and extraordinary spiritual awareness, there are really not many people in this world that can really make Song Mingjing afraid of it.

At least it does not include Boss Bai.

Therefore, no matter how high Boss Bai has prestige and reputation, he has never had too many expectations.

To be honest, it is so close that everyone can win the enemy's country. With the current distance between him and Boss Bai, the other party's life is already in his palm. How can he feel respectful in this situation?

"Prevent! What did you say?"

One person on the right side of Boss Bai seemed to be unable to bear Song Mingjing's "frivolous" words and scolded him sternly.

This is a young man about twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing red clothes, thick eyebrows flying into his temples, and a rebellious and arrogant look.

Boss Bai waved his hand to stop this person, but he was not angry on his face and said calmly: "Gang Song, is he going to join my Nine Gang 18th Association? But do you know the purpose of my Nine Gang 18th Association. Since the establishment of my Alliance..."

"Slow down!" Song Mingjing waved his hand and interrupted, "What are the tenets and rules of the Nine Gangs and Eighteen? After I join, I will understand them one by one. If I cannot join the alliance, why should I pay attention to it?"

"As far as I know, whenever a major event is not decided, it only takes more than half of the members of the alliance to vote and pass it. Today, the representatives of the 27 forces are here. You might as well go straight to the topic and delay it. How can we do it?"

Boss Bai was stunned. Since he became famous, everyone has been respectful of him, and it was the first time that someone interrupted him.

"Stop!" The young man in red dress spoke first, raised his hand and pointed at Song Mingjing, and shouted: "What do you think you are? How can you enter the Nine Gangs and Eighteens? "

Song Mingjing tapped the arm of the seat with his fingers "hard" and didn't look at the young man in red. He still stared at Boss Bai and said lightly: "The first time he spoke in vain, Song missed you young and knowledgeable, and didn't care about you. The second time he spoke bad words, I have to ask Boss Bai if you have no choice but to discipline you."

"Also, Song doesn't like someone pointing at me, I advise you to get back immediately."

Boss Bai said in a deep voice: "Dewey, retreat!"

Bai Su Yishiqing shouted: "Dewey!"

But at this time the young man in red named Dewey was so angry that he was smoking!

He said he was young and knowledgeable? Boss Bai was incompetent in discipline? He even asked him to go back?!

Dewey felt anger rushing to his forehead.

He was originally the son of a late meritorious elder in the Qing Gang, and he was favored by several elders in the gang. In addition to Boss Bai's deliberate care and support, he was not bad at all. He was outstanding in the middle-aged and young generation of the Qing Gang, so he was promoted to the leader at the age of 30, which also became more and more arrogant and arrogant.

Today, Song Mingjing, who is younger than him, is already a leader of a group and is on par with the bigwigs of all parties. Dewey felt inexplicably extremely disgusted and jealousy.

Besides, he also had a covetous desire to Bai Su and the 18th Association of the Nine Gangs, so he thought of showing off in front of Bai Su and Boss Bai, and scolded him twice.

At this time, he was stunned by anger. Regardless of Boss Bai, Bai Su's shout, he wiped his back hand against his waist, and a bright silver flashed, and a pistol had already been added in his palm.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the arm of the chair made of hardwood was easily broken by Song Mingjing. His foot suddenly exerted force, and with a "boom", the whole person shot out like an arrow from the string.

Dewey's gun was not slow to pull it out, but his fingers had just been put on the trigger when a strong wind came, and Song Mingjing had already appeared in front of him.

With a "swish", the wooden block turned into a sharp blade, and the sharp cone suddenly pierced into Dewey's arm holding the gun. Blood splattered, Dewey felt a sharp pain coming, his palm trembled, and he could no longer hold the pistol and slid downwards.

Song Mingjing twisted his backhand with force, and Dewey's entire arm twisted like a twist, causing his face to twitch and deform. He could only hear a creepy tearing sound.

"Show mercy!"

The sudden change broke out, and only Boss Bai could barely keep up with Song Mingjing's figure, but there was also a look of surprise on his face. He shouted loudly, raised his hand and printed it out, and slapped Song Mingjing's chest. He wanted to save Dewey, but there was no time?

Like a cracked cloth, one of Dewey's arms was torn off and blood splattered.

The palm wind blew, and Boss Bai's palm print expanded in Song Mingjing's eyes. He fought with his other hand, but he raised his feet and pointed at the thrown pistol.

Bang!

The palms hit each other, and the two forces collided with each other, and a muffled sound was made. Boss Bai's body trembled violently, and he took several steps in a row and knocked over the back seat.

Song Mingjing was as stable as Mount Tai, and he still had time to reach out and pick up the pistol, turned his head and fired three shots on the left and right sides of the hall, one shot on the left and two shots on the right.

However, it was the good hands brought by the gang bosses in this hall. Three people reacted first, drawing their guns to shoot, but with Song Mingjing's three shots falling—

Dangdangdang!!

Three pistols fell to the ground, and the three gunmen covered their arms, blood flowed out of their fingers, and their faces looked painful.

There was a noise in the hall and everyone's face changed.

Song Mingjing raised his gun and pointed it at everyone, shouting: "Sit down!"

The sound was like thunder, bringing a violent echo in this semi-enclosed hall, buzzing.

Although everyone knew that he could fire three or four shots at most, everyone in the hall had seen his marksmanship and skills. He was as fast as the wind and as storm as fire. Even Boss Bai, who was admired by people, was forced to retreat with one blow. At this moment, he was shocked and did not dare to act rashly.

"After today, Song may also be a member of the 18th association of the Nine Gangs. He can be called brothers with you. Since he is a brother, he will not raise his gun toward each other!"

Song Mingjing swiveled his finger, and the pistol fell back into his sleeve. He smiled and said, "Song just wants you to keep quiet and don't make a fuss."

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and only Dewey's shrill howls were left in the hall. Boss Bai waved his hand and asked someone to take Dewey away with the broken arm. He took a deep breath, looked at Song Mingjing, and said deeply: "The method of the Song Gang Master is really trying to open his eyes today, but it's a bit too cruel."

Song Mingjing said lightly: "It's only three things. I've given him two chances! What's more, knowing people but not your heart. This wolfish ambition. I'll give you Boss Bai, besides him, you should thank me!"

Dewey!
Chapter completed!