latelenovela Chapter 233 I've got you.
Chapter 233 I've got you.
This little incident did not affect the flow of the proceedings. The guests filed past the three-tailed tiger demon, and in the end, only the two people whose faces were swollen from being slapped and the guards remained.
"Everyone, remove your helmets and visors and verify each other's identities." Zhong Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it definitely reached the ears of every guard in the room.
The guards who were closest quickly opened their face shields, while those gathered around Captain Qi hesitated for a moment before doing so after he gave the order.
"Everything has been confirmed."
These guards, who saw each other all the time, quickly completed the identity verification and gathered together to act according to the procedures.
Zhong Ming sat there, tapping his fingers on the chair with difficulty, and said softly, "Soldiers, wait a moment, line up."
"Immortal Master, is there anything else?" Captain Qi approached, his face displeased. Although this disaster wasn't his fault, he was sure he'd get a scolding when he got back, and he was feeling quite anxious.
"You stand still, too. Your suspicion hasn't been cleared yet. Execute my orders." Zhong Ming roared sternly, his hand flashing with the spearhead of the "Spring Cold" gun, which gleamed.
The man was startled, his face stiffened, and he sighed inwardly. He had thought this was a kind immortal master, but it turned out they were all the same.
They regard ordinary people as worthless.
He remained silent, standing expressionless at the far end.
Seeing that all the guards were lined up in front of him, Zhong Ming chuckled and said, "Everyone, raise your left hand and place it three inches in front of your heart."
The guards immediately assumed it was a military salute, but Zhong Ming's words the next moment made them feel ashamed.
"Extend your left index and middle fingers, raise your right arm forward horizontally, bend your thumb, separate your little finger from the other three fingers, and lift your left foot to the height of your right knee..."
Zhong Ming's series of commands made the well-trained guards in front of him look like clowns, awkwardly making gestures.
Because they were all wearing iron armor, even their fingers were covered by iron armor, these movements were somewhat strenuous for them.
"Immortal Master, what's the point of this?" The burly men didn't understand at all; were they being mocked?
They couldn't figure out why Zhong Ming wanted them to do this.
“Immortal Master, although the situation has eased somewhat, it is not the time to do this.”
"Shut up, I didn't order you to speak." Zhong Ming sat there, his posture resembling Chen Dahai in a wheelchair, holding a gun in one hand and pointing it at the person who spoke, his face fierce.
Needless to say, I learned it from Xueyan.
When she gets ruthless, at least she's good-looking. But when Zhong Ming makes that expression, she really looks like she's going to eat someone alive.
The man let out a short breath, raised his head, and stubbornly refused to look at Zhong Ming again.
"Everyone, say your usual catchphrase three times. Don't ask, just say it."
Qi Cheng: "You son of a bitch, get out of here."
Zhong Ming: ? ? ?
"You son of a bitch, get out of here." "You son of a bitch, get out of here."
After shouting, Qi Cheng resumed his expressionless state, staring intently at Zhong Ming, as if to say: You told me to shout this, I'm just following orders. That's how we roughnecks talk.
When it was the turn of one of the guards, he immediately understood his captain's meaning and shouted, "You damned brute, can't you see me?!"
.....
Zhong Ming remained calm throughout, his gaze sweeping over each of the guards before settling on the staggering old Wu.
The man paused for a second, then said briefly, "Bullshit, get lost."
After repeating it three times, just as the next person was about to speak, Zhong Ming said leisurely, "This isn't your catchphrase."
The others looked at the "immortal master" who had gone mad with suspicion. Qi Cheng couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Report, Old Wu does like to say this sometimes."
The two looked at each other, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
Just then, a joyful shout suddenly came from the hole in the ceiling above: "The lost magic treasure has been found! I found it! I found it! Come quick, come and see if it is it!"
Then came a cacophony of noise, with several imposing voices asking questions in quick succession.
The mortal guards below all breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it wasn't lost.
"Immortal Master, may we disperse now?"
As if in response, the three-tailed tiger behind it let out a soft roar, stood up, and flicked its tail, preparing to jump up through the gap above its head.
"Stop!" Zhong Ming shouted.
The demon tiger ignored him and leisurely walked to the bottom of the hole in the ceiling.
"I told you to stop right there! Hand the prisoner over to your master!" Zhong Ming's loud shout startled even the demon tiger.
Tiger tilted its head, as if to say, 'Are you ordering me around?'
Zhong Ming pointed his gun at the guard "Old Wu" and said, "He's the prisoner, take him away."
"You son of a bitch, don't talk nonsense." A burly man next to Old Wu immediately objected, stopped what he was doing, picked up a knife, and glared at Zhong Ming with a fierce expression.
Captain Qi's expression also turned hostile. "Master Cuihong, this is indeed our brother, that's for sure."
Zhong Ming gave a cold laugh.
Do you know how he figured it out? When that guy pushed his brother away, he swung his arm at him.
I've seen people push with their palms, and I've seen people use the back of their hands, but I've never seen anyone swing their arm and smash something with their fingers hanging like boneless chicken claws.
And later, when Zhong Ming ordered them to make the gestures, his movements were very slow. He did make the gestures, but it took him a long time.
It's as if I just acquired this body.
Unfortunately, Zhong Ming just went through the same thing.
"Let the other soul speak."
"Jue!"
Without any hesitation, the man shouted and unleashed an invisible wave of energy directly at the bastard who had ruined his plans.
Zhong Ming was prepared. He turned his hook-and-sickle spear, and the red tassels spread out. It already had some ability to resist pressure and illusions, which weakened the attack. Then, he gently waved the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner", and the opponent's attack almost vanished.
Before he could make any further moves, a large hand suddenly pressed down from the gap in the ceiling and grabbed him.
The aged voice carried a hint of anger, "I almost let you get away, and you dare to play me a second time?"
The man's face was pale. He couldn't understand why this mere Qi Refining cultivator could block his attack. Even though he had just shed his physical body and taken in a soul, and his soul power had been severely damaged, barely a tenth of it remained, it was still not something a kid like him could see through or block.
Zhong Ming remained seated, calm and composed.
Ok.
The real problem is that I haven't fully regained control of my legs yet; if I stand up, I'm sure I'll fall flat on my face.