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Chapter 551 Your Strengths

Chapter 551 Your Strengths

Zhao Zhendong's words sounded very flattering to Ma San.

But in fact, this is not flattery, but a fact that he said.

Ma San followed Zhao Qingfeng when he was young, and he was less than ten years old when he killed someone for the first time.

Although Zhao Qingfeng has always taught him to be kind, but he desperately walked towards the other end of the direction Zhao Qingfeng directed, and it was getting farther and farther away, and he couldn't stop it.In the end, Zhao Qingfeng really had no choice but to hand over the shady forces to his control.

This time, he didn't run in the opposite direction. On the dark road, both feet were on the accelerator, and he ran fast.

Let's put it this way, when Zhao Qingfeng had a conflict with Zichen Yansong, Ma San almost picked the melon seeds off Zichen Yansong's head.

Thinking of this incident, Zichen Yansong still feels a burst of fear.

If it wasn't for smoothing out the conflict with Zhao Qingfeng later and making it difficult to touch Ma San again, Zichen Yansong would have taken revenge long ago.

But having said that, if it is really revenge, there must be one of Zichen Yansong and Ma San who has been in the grave for ten years now!

After persuading all the brothers under him to put them down and walk out, only Zhao Zhendong, one of his subordinates, A Bao, and Ma San were left in the room.

Zhao Zhendong turned his head to look at A Bao, then shook his head helplessly, "You are tired of living."

Abao smiled cheerfully, "Isn't that right, I have slept with beautiful women, drank fine wine, and smoked cigars, but I haven't fought against the legendary Mr. Ma, even if it's boring to live, it's better to have The fate is in the hands of Mr. Ma!"

"Maybe, I can pick up a melon drop and pick off the melon seeds of Mr. Ma's head by the way."

Regarding A Bao, Zhao Zhendong did not make any comments, nor did he open his mouth to stop him.

He just took a puff of cigarette, raised his head and said to Ma San on the second floor: "Ma San, my brother is nice, don't let him suffer."

Ma San propped his arms on the railing, looking very casual, "I see."

It can be seen that Zhao Zhendong's brother is a good person, so he also complied with this request.

So the next moment Zhao Zhendong closed his eyes, only enjoying the cigarette at his fingertips.

After smoking, the domestic cigarettes are still easy to smoke, no matter how you smoke, they are delicious, but the foreign cigarettes can't be smoked, and they smell like cow dung.

In Zhao Zhendong's view, it should be that those guys abroad have the habit of raising livestock on farms, and they specialize in smoking cow dung for cigarettes.

The domestic smoke is smooth, strong, and fragrant, and it wraps around the lungs, making the whole person feel comfortable.

It was just a matter of going around this circle, and then someone sat next to him.

He opened his eyes and saw that Ah Bao had already knelt down on the ground with a smile, his head still pointed at Zhao Zhendong's position.

It seemed that he was not in pain when he walked, and there was still a peaceful smile on his face, as if he was benevolent.

Looking at A Bao who left by himself first, and then at Ma San who was sitting next to him on the second floor, Zhao Zhendong laughed and scolded: "Are you the one in the fairy tales? Cultivators, the kind that take people's heads with flying swords?"

Ma San smiled and shook his head lightly, "The novels are all lies, you can't believe the novels."

Zhao Zhendong asked: "Then what do you believe?"

Ma San replied: "I don't know, anyway, I only believe in myself."

Zhao Zhendong thought for a while, then nodded and agreed, "There is a certain reason, but I also believe in myself, and I ended up with such a result? I also believe in myself, why are you okay?"

To this question, Ma San replied without thinking: "Because I believe that I can only eat seven or two meters!"

(End of this chapter)