Although he was not interested in the rewards mentioned by the man, Zhang Chen obediently followed him into a van and headed towards the battle site.

In the car, Zhang Chen opened the virtual screen and found his physical attributes.

Strength: 4(5)

Agility: 3(5)

Physical strength: 7(5)

Spirit: 6(5)

5 is the physical data of a normal person when he is 30 years old, while the other numbers are Zhang Chen's own physical data.

It seems that this attribute belongs to Zhang Chen himself. Thinking about it this way, this Liang Kun is just a piece of skin worn by Zhang Chen.

The strength and agility data are slightly worse, and the physical strength and spirit are perhaps because of years of exercise, and his natural IQ, he spent a difficult time on a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops in the college entrance examination, and his head has not yet regressed, so it is also good.

Of course, this data can only be taken to see. If you really want to do something big and improve your own attributes, it is inevitable.

Zhang Chen moved his arm and grabbed a watermelon knife.

Suddenly, he felt a heat flow passing through his arm, and the watermelon knife in his hand seemed to be connected to his body.

"Get: an ordinary watermelon knife, strength attribute +1, agility attribute +1."

Such a line of subtitles popped up on the virtual screen, and Zhang Chen looked at his physical attributes again. Sure enough, his four attributes had become 5, 4, 7, and 6, and there was a slight improvement.

"This is just an ordinary watermelon knife. If it is a magical weapon?" Zhang Chen suddenly thought in his heart, "I remember that a young and dandy person named Tony Leung used a paper cutter as a machete. If you try it in the future, the attributes may be increased higher!"

Just as he was thinking, someone beside him pressed his body.

"Hey, Kunzai, are you stupid? This is not the first time you have cut people down. What are you thinking?" the man asked.

Zhang Chen hurriedly smiled, "It's nothing, I'm just calculating how many people I'll cut down today."

"Puff!" The man laughed, "Kunzai, stop talking nonsense. You are not a person who cuts people. Just wait behind. Anyway, the master of the hall will never leave you alone if you are smart people."

Zhang Chen was stunned, and then he realized that perhaps in this world, Liangkun's combat power was not too strong.

Yes, there are not many scenes of him fighting with real swords and guns in the movie, but there are many sinister descriptions about him.

After the man laughed, he began to talk and laugh with the people around him, talking about how many shots he had come last night.

As he was talking, he mentioned Yan Feng's woman again. A group of people had a large number of hormones. They wanted to find the woman now and vent their venting.

Zhang Chen sat aside and shook his head. The underworld is the underworld and has no common language with a good person like him.

So, my head tilted and I began to think about how I should improve my strength bit by bit to deal with the gamers more than ten years later.

However, unexpectedly, when he thought about it, a sneer appeared on his face involuntarily.

The smile was as cold as the teeth of a poisonous snake. The group of people in the van kept trembling and couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "It's worthy of being the person the master is interested in. Even if he smiles, it's different!"

The van quickly arrived at the location. At this time, the situation had reached a certain level. The two gangs of young and dandy approached each other, with steel sticks and watermelons waving their heads and chests raised. You looked at me and I looked at you, and they were not willing to be outdone.

The two groups of people were almost on their belly in a short while, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn, as if a little spark would cause a huge explosion. The suffocation feeling was that the police who were maintaining order on the side subconsciously retreated a long way and did not dare to stay here.

Zhang Chen walked into the crowd, holding the watermelon knife tightly in his hand, and stared at the group of shirtless young people glaring. Suddenly, he felt a little funny. He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

puff!

The small laughter seemed unexpectedly harsh in this quiet environment.

The eyes of the two gangs gathered on Zhang Chen almost instantly. Immediately, for some reason, the whole Hongxing people began to laugh out loud. The laughter was extremely harsh. The people in Xin'an all turned black with their faces. The originally stalemate aura suddenly burst out.

"Cut him!"

I don’t know who opened the mouth first. The shaky knife fell down quickly, blood splattered, and the screams had not yet sounded. The sound of shouting and beating and killing was like a wave, quickly submerging it.

Then, the sound of limbs colliding and the sound of steel hitting spread out in the breath of sweat and blood, and the chaotic situation unfolded instantly. People squeezed people and knives touched the knife. Who knew how these horsemen separated their enemies and friends. The battle formed an anxious state in an instant.

Although Zhang Chen fell behind, not long after, someone rushed to him, and the watermelon knife quickly slid down and took Zhang Chen's head.

With the watermelon knife in hand, it is logical that even if Zhang Chen doesn't resist now, he should have stabbed him with a backhand.

However, the career of supporting roles over the past month has given Zhang Chen a subconscious action. The watermelon knife came and just approached Zhang Chen's nose, which was just a little short of cutting through his skin.

At this moment, Zhang Chen suddenly lay down and fell to the ground straight. When he flipped his body, the blood on the ground was smeared on his face. It looked almost the same as a person who was cut to death.

The Xin'an's maid was also stunned and looked at his watermelon knife stupidly, thinking to himself that he had practiced such skill in sword energy?

Such hesitation made Zhang Chen react.

"No, what am I doing? It's not filming, this is a real killing!" Zhang Chen thought quickly, "But there is no need to mingle with these little soldiers. Yan Feng is obviously not here. He is the only one for my mission."

A decision was made in his heart quickly. Zhang Chen moved his body, and the watermelon knife suddenly drew an arc in his hand. A light flashed. The Xin'an Masao standing beside him suddenly felt a burst of red under his crotch!

Who would have thought that Zhang Chen suddenly made such a move?

The slaughter almost instantly threw down his knife, covered his crotch with both hands, and roared.

But Zhang Chen didn't plan to let him go, so he grabbed his neck and dragged him out of the battlefield, "Tell me where Yan Feng is!"

"I don't know!" Although the pain was tears, the maid still said loyally.

brush!

Zhang Chen pulled the guy's head over, and the watermelon knife quickly slashed over it, rubbed a piece of scalp, shaving off all the hair on his head, and then looked at the horseman hideously, "Do you know?"

The man was dizzy at first, but soon he was awakened by cold sweat. Looking at Zhang Chen's face, he started to tremble.

The last trace of reason maintained the loyalty in his heart, and he continued to shake his head, "I really don't know!"

"You can know this." Zhang Chen slowly moved the watermelon knife down and kept swaying, "If it's faster, you'll still be able to save it here. If it's slower, you can only go to Thailand for a walk!"

A devil-like smile appeared in front of the maid. His body tightened and a crying voice sounded, "I really don't know! But I can take you to find Miss Fang, just let me go!"

Miss Fang is the little star mentioned by a group of men in the van just now. As Yan Feng’s mistress, it is not impossible to know his position.

A gleam flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes, and he stretched out his hand and tore off a sweatshirt on his body, throwing it into the horse-boy's hand, "Put the wound by yourself, let's find someone!"

He left immediately. He wanted to drive the van when he came. Who would have thought that the car was blocked directly at the intersection by a group of horsemen and could not drive it at all.

In desperation, Zhang Chen could only walk to the only car that could be moved, that is, the police cars of the two policemen, and knocked on the window.

"What's the matter?" asked the two young officers, opening the car door and frowned.

Zhang Chen grinned and smiled, "Do you two recognize me?"

The two policemen looked at him and snorted coldly, "What are you? Why should we recognize you?"

At this moment, Liangkun is just a little pony, and Zhang Chen's face is covered in blood. Even the hall master who values ​​him quite much, I'm afraid he won't recognize him. Let's not talk about these two policemen who have just taken office.

Zhang Chen was not annoyed. On the contrary, he smiled even happier.

"Don't know me, right?" His face suddenly became gloomy. He pulled his hands and pulled the two policemen to the ground. He kicked them quickly, hitting the two of them in the forehead, "Thank you for not knowing me anymore!"

Bang bang kicked the policeman unconscious with both feet. Zhang Chen snatched the car and started it quickly. After a while, he walked on the road.

Following the instructions of the horseman, Zhang Chen drove the police car crookedly and arrived in front of a hotel.

When they arrived, the police car was almost turned into scrap iron by Zhang Chen!

"This is done by the British, it is impossible for you to see Miss Fang." The maid looked at Zhang Chen with a cold face, his eyes full of coldness.

"This is not necessarily the case." Zhang Chen shrugged and dragged him out of the car, "As long as you help, it's fine!"

As he said that, he pushed the slap in front of him, "Tell me the room number!"

"0315, what can you do if you know?"

"That's it!" Zhang Chen put the watermelon knife on his neck, "Take off your clothes, hurry up, otherwise you will be in danger!"

The maid was stunned for a while, and under the circumstances, she took off her clothes and pants in a few ways. She wanted to keep the ragged **, and this thing had been cut by Zhang Chen with one knife. It was even more ugly, so she simply pulled it off.

Now, a naked man, a wounded naked man, stood directly at the door of the hotel.

After a while in the hall, someone came out to drive people out. As soon as he walked out, Zhang Chen knocked on his head with a stick.

Five minutes later, a man wearing a hotel security suit lowered his head and walked into the hotel. There were still lights flashing in his hands, which was obviously abnormal.

Seeing that he looked wrong, the front desk wanted to warn him, but when he was stared at the Shura-like eyes, he lost his soul. How could he know what to do?

When he walked to the door of the room, Zhang Chen rang the doorbell, "Hello, SF Express."

Click!

A beautiful young woman, wrapped in a bathrobe, opened the door slightly, "What did you say?"

Click!

Zhang Chen pulled open the door and moved his body and got into the room. "Hello, are you Miss Fang? I have something to talk to you, I hope you can cooperate."

The woman looked at Zhang Chen without saying a word, and her eyes gently swept over the watermelon knife resting on her neck...
Chapter completed!