Top Master

But in fact, it wasn't because he was praising Ma San, but because he was stating a fact.    

Ma San had been following Zhao Qingfeng since he was young, and the first time he killed someone, he was less than ten years old.    

Although Zhao Qingfeng had always taught him to be kind, he had been rushing to the other side of the road that Zhao Qingfeng had pointed to. He was getting farther and farther away, and he could not stop him. In the end, Zhao Qingfeng had no choice but to hand over the power that couldn't be exposed to the public to him.    

This time, he didn't run in the opposite direction. He stepped on the accelerator twice on the dark road, and ran very fast.    

Let's put it this way. When Zhao Qingfeng and Zichen Yansoong had a conflict in the past, Ma San almost plucked Zichen Yansoong's head off.    

When Zichen Yansoong recalled this incident, he still felt a lingering fear.    

If it wasn't for the fact that he had settled the conflict with Zhao Qingfeng, it wouldn't have been easy for him to touch Ma San's words. Zichen Yansoong would have gotten his revenge a long time ago.    

Speaking of which, if he really got his revenge, there would definitely be a ten year grave between Zichen Yansoong and Ma San!    

After persuading all his brothers to let go of him and leave, only Zhao Zhendong and his subordinate, Ah'Bao, and Ma San were left in the room.    

Zhao Zhendong turned his head to look at Po and shook his head helplessly, "You must be tired of living."    

Po laughed happily, "That's right. Beautiful women have slept, drunk fine wine, smoked cigar, but never fought with the legendary Ma San. Even if you live, it will be boring. You might as well die in the hands of Ma San!"    

"I might even be able to pick up a melon and pick up the melon seeds from Master Ma San's head."    

Zhao Zhendong didn't comment on Po anymore, and didn't say anything to stop him.    

He only smoked a cigarette, then raised his head and said to Ma San who was on the second floor, "Ma San, this brother of mine isn't bad, don't let him suffer."    

Ma San placed his arms on the railing and looked very casual. "I can see it."    

He could tell that this brother of Zhao Zhendong was not bad. So he agreed to this request.    

So in the next moment, Zhao Zhendong closed his eyes and only enjoyed the cigarette on his fingertip.    

Smoking everywhere was still the same as smoking in the country. No matter how he smoked, it was still fragrant. The cigarettes overseas could not be smoked, and it smelled like cow dung.    

In Zhao Zhendong's opinion, it should be those fellows overseas who were used to raising livestock on farms and raising animals. They especially used cow dung to smoke cigarettes.    

There was a lot of smoke in the country. It was strong and fragrant. It lingered around the lungs and made him feel comfortable.    

However, it only lasted for a short while. Then someone sat next to him.    

When he opened his eyes to take a look, Po was already kneeling on the ground with a smile on his face. His head was still facing Zhao Zhendong's position.    

It seemed like he didn't walk in pain. There was still a calm smile on his face, as if he was begging for mercy.    

He looked at Po, who had left before him, and then looked at Zhao Zhendong. Ma San, who had been sitting on the second floor earlier, was now sitting beside him. Zhao Zhendong scolded him with a smile. "What the f * * k are you talking about?! Are you the kind of self-cultivator in Xianxia novels who uses flying swords to take people's heads?"    

Ma San smiled and shook his head. "The novels are all lies. You can't believe them."    

Zhao Zhendong asked, "Then what do you believe in?"    

Ma San replied, "How would I know? Anyway, I only believe in myself."    

Zhao Zhendong thought for a while and nodded in agreement. "There is a certain reason, but I also believe in myself. What happened to me in the end? You also believe in yourself, but why are you fine? "    

Regarding this question, Ma San replied without thinking. "Because I believe that I can only eat seven taels of rice!"