Zhang Shengjie cried with tears and snot all over his face, slapping himself hard as he repented, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die!! If I had known this would happen, even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't have done it!!"

Watching Zhang Shengjie slap himself fiercely, his face quickly swelling with blood in his mouth nonstop, Lu Ren reached out and grabbed his wrist.

He pulled out a card from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Shengjie, speaking gently, "I just happen to have 600,000 here, the password is the same as the last six digits of the card number. Take it to treat your sister-in-law's illness, don't delay, and in the future, just pretend we never met."

With that, Lu Ren got up, picked up the handgun, and left without looking back.

Zhang Shengjie stared blankly at Lu Ren's retreating figure, then was full of wailing and regret.

"Ah-Ren, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!"

Hearing the heart-wrenching cries from behind, Lu Ren sighed faintly to himself. Zhang Shengjie was a Northeastern man, a man of deep loyalty from the Northeast, who took the best care of him during college.

He also believed that the other party knew nothing and was just being used, but still...

What a pity.

The emptiness in his heart and the murderous intent made it difficult for him to calm down at this moment.

His goal now was simple; as long as the other side was unrelenting, he'd send them to hell.

The farm holiday home was now empty, and as Lu Ren stepped out, he looked ahead, narrowing his eyes. He shook each of his feet in turn, kicking off the ruined shoes.

A man stood ahead.

A man who appeared to be in his forties, standing over 1.9 meters tall, wearing only shorts, his upper body exposed and bronze-colored.

Every muscle on his body was distinct, as if cast from steel, bulging high. Even though incredibly robust, they lacked the grotesque swelling and stiffness of a professional bodybuilder, instead presenting a sense of incredible coordination but an overwhelming feeling of terrifying divine power embedded within, with an illusion of muscular armor attached to that thick muscle.

A sense of unmoving mountain-like solidity pervaded his entire being.

The moment this physique presented itself before him, Lu Ren understood that the man before him was definitely a top Martial Arts Family member of the Great Perfection Realm of Fist Technique!!

He didn't even need to see the martial arts, just from the sight of this person's extremely strong body, it was clear that the person standing was a born fighter, whose astonishing physique and the burning aura during movements, even standing ten meters away, Lu Ren could feel the scorching heat emanating.

What struck Lu Ren the most was that the man, at the peak age of forty, had stepped into the Great Perfection Realm of Fist Technique.

"Dragon Elephant Rock Stream, Tie Feng!"

Tie Feng's tone was calm, but his eyes were tightly scrutinizing Lu Ren, giving off a look of surprise, just a glance and he could tell that Lu Ren's body was only a step away from reaching the human limit state.

That is to say, the opponent was just one step away from being a Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique, and at an age not even over thirty!!

What a pity!

Tie Feng felt a bit of regret. From the moment the two gunmen attacked to his current appearance, there was no room for any turning back in their relationship.

And such a level of genius must be snuffed out here, as once grown, the consequences were difficult to predict.

Standing here, he was already the opponent's sin, and once the opponent wanted to continue to delve into martial arts and perfect it fully and smoothly, then he was the opponent's roadblock.

Lu Ren appeared calm: "Dragon Elephant Rock Stream? I don't recall having any contact with you guys."

He vaguely remembered that Dragon Elephant Rock Stream seemed to appear when he was at his most down, once working as a sparring partner at the Power Burning Fighting Club, and there was a fighting coach who claimed to practice the Dragon Elephant Rock Stream Fist, who even invited him over.

Tie Feng replied seriously, "Someone offered 30 million to have me beat you up because you're too arrogant. Of course, I might not know my own strength when striking, and it wouldn't be surprising if you died halfway."

30 million?!!

Lu Ren even had the impulse of wanting to turn himself in, he asked in a deep voice, "Who was it? So I can die knowing why!"

Looking at Lu Ren's resigned look, Iron Mountain felt very gratified, after all, without reaching the Great Perfection of Fist Technique, it was hard to realize how terrifying a martial artist at that level was, but he also understood the gap between the two.

Lofty like mountains.

Tie Feng was very earnest: "I'm afraid that's not possible, as even though I do this on the side, I adhere strictly to the rules."

"Alright."

Lu Ren sighed and suddenly raised his hand, firing a shot at Tieshan.

Tie Feng's eyes suddenly widened, and before his face could make any expression, he felt a burst of blood bursting from his chest!

This made his body sway slightly, but he suddenly stabilized!

He looked down at the bullet half-stuck in his chest, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"You... unprincipled in martial arts?!"

Lu Ren was secretly shocked, as the other party had actually used muscle to trap the bullet without it advancing further, which made him a bit angry.

"Sending gunmen to kill me is principled in martial arts?"

Tie Feng frowned: "Even if I, Tie Feng, die, I would never do such a thing!"

Damn, still pretending!!

Before Lu Ren could speak, Tie Feng pulled out a phone from his butt crack and dialed casually.

"Hello, our people haven't acted, right?"

"That kid says he's been attacked by gunmen!"

"What, not our people, and they're still on the way... I ran too fast?!"

Tie Feng crushed the phone with a sullen face, looked at Lu Ren, and squinted, "Kid, if you were holding an assault rifle in your hand, I would have walked away immediately. With your pistol, the Desert Eagle, and knowing your shooting skills, I wouldn't hesitate to leave, but the gun in your hand is just too weak!"

Lu Ren didn't reply, instead remaining silent, thinking about the information Tie Feng had intentionally revealed to him.

To become a Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique, none are fools; many times, even seeing a thoroughbred muscle man like this, inside there's the heart of a tiger smelling the roses, that's the real star.

Lu Ren had flipped through records in the Security Department before about this first-rate martial arts stream.

As long as you pay, they will teach, without discrimination, accepting all comers, recognizing money over people, hence spreading far, with nearly 100,000 people nationwide having practiced this stream's fist technique.

Many experts emerged from it, such as the Tie Feng in front of Lu Ren, perhaps a super VIP in Dragon Elephant Rock Stream's martial art.

Yes, although Dragon Elephant Rock Stream sounds domineering, the core figures are very business-minded, if you want to learn true skills, you must level up as a member.

However, the real core figures of Dragon Elephant Rock Stream do not have the surname Tie, so it's hard to find out from Tie Feng who wants him dead, unless Tie Feng speaks up voluntarily.

At this time, Tie Feng's knees were slightly bent, his fists clenched at his waist sides, standing in an unmoving mountain-like stance, truly resembling a majestic mountain, towering and unshakeable!

(Thanks to Feng Piao Yun Yan Guo Wang, Jin Yu*Ling for the reward, the author is a cliffhanger dog! Beat him to death!

Someone says, isn't he dead yet?!

Beat him to death again!!)

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