chapter 9 Martial arts master ===

Cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads. How could this stupid girl dare to contradict Bai Juncheng? Does she think she is too long-lived?

Rodney Warth eyes lit up and he was attracted by Wesley Winlow's beauty.

Such stunning beauty is rarely seen in the world. How could he let her go? He immediately walked up and said, "Beauty, let's go. My brother will take you to a quiet place."

As he spoke, Rodney Warth grabbed Wesley Winlow's chest with his hand, making no secret of his purpose.

Everyone was despised, but no one dared to stop it.

Not to mention Bai Di, not even Nat Warth can be provoked by anyone present.

The number one member of the younger generation of the White Dragon Club is not in vain.

Oscar Lyson kept staring at Rodney Warth and was about to stop him. Suddenly, Bai Juncheng said: "Haolin, stop."

Rodney Warth stopped and looked back at his brother in confusion. She was just a drunk girl. What was untouchable?

Without waiting for Nat Warth to explain, Wesley Winlow kicked Rodney Warth in the stomach, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

"You dare to change your breath, Miss, I deserve a beating!"

Wesley Winlow stared with blurred eyes, looking fierce.

Under the gaze of everyone, Rodney Warth was not willing to swallow his breath, stood up, and rushed towards Wesley Winlow.

But as soon as he moved, Nat Warth grabbed his wrist and said in a deep voice: "Haolin, stop, you can't move this woman."

Wesley Winlow lives in seclusion and never participates in business occasions. Almost no one knows that she is the daughter of the richest man Abner Winlow.

But Nat Warth, as the adopted son of Emperor Bai, had met Wesley Winlow by chance before. His fiery red hair made him remember it deeply and he would never forget it.

Although Balam was not afraid of Abner Winlow, Nat Warth did not want to cause trouble unless it was absolutely necessary.

In the doubtful eyes of everyone, Nat Warth stood up, smiled at Wesley Winlow and said: "Antonia Sled, I have some personal grudges with Oscar Lyson. Are you sure you want to get involved? I think your father is definitely not willing to get into trouble with White Dragon Club. Conflict?"

"What is the White Dragon Club and the Black Dragon Society? Where did you come from..."

Wesley Winlow staggered, and before he could finish his words, his body went limp and fell towards the ground.

Oscar Lyson had quick eyesight and quick hands. He immediately grabbed Wesley Winlow from his armpits with his hands, put her back on the chair, and said helplessly: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it."

Wesley Winlow lay on the table, snoring slightly, and there was no movement at all.

Seeing this, Nat Warth felt relieved.

Without Wesley Winlow intervention, he could be unscrupulous.

"Brother, who is this woman?"

Rodney Warth was kicked, but still unconvinced, he asked Nat Warth.

Nat Warth said: "She is the daughter of the richest man Abner Winlow."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

The adopted son of an underground king in Assyria.

The daughter of the richest man in Assyria.

The people on the terrace tonight are really bigger than the last.

Rodney Warth heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, he didn't touch him just now, otherwise Abner Winlow would never let him go.

He looked at Lin Chuan and said, "You, a eunuch, can actually befriend the daughter of a richest man. It seems you have some skills."

Snapped.

Rodney Warth responded with a slap from Oscar Lyson.

Rodney Warth spun around in the air and then fell to the ground. The left side of his face was broken and bleeding, and several back molars came out of his mouth.

No one expected that Oscar Lyson would suddenly take action, and everyone was shocked.

Nat Warth eyes were like fire, and he said fiercely: "How dare you do something in my territory! If someone comes, throw him downstairs immediately!"

"etc!"

Rodney Warth got up from the ground, stopped his brother, gritted his teeth and stared at Oscar Lyson, trembling with anger: "I have been practicing boxing for eight years, and I still don't believe I can't beat you!"

Nat Warth thought for a while, and since his brother wanted to be angry, give him a chance.

As for the slap just now, it was just Oscar Lyson sneak attack that succeeded.

In a head-on battle, Oscar Lyson was no match for his younger brother.

"You guys step back first."

As soon as Nat Warth raised his hand, the security guards of the club backed away.

Rodney Warth spat out blood, took a boxing stance, and hit Oscar Lyson's chest with a jab that was both fast and powerful.

But in Oscar Lyson eyes, it was too slow and too weak.

Oscar Lyson didn't know what level the first level of " Divine Pearl Spirit Mysterious Art " was, but it was as strong as a thousand and faster than a cheetah, even the world boxing champion couldn't do it.

He slapped him again with his backhand.

This time, he hit Rodney Warth on the right side of his face.

Snapped.

Rodney Warth flew up in response, and was dazed for a few seconds after landing. Then he came back to his senses. His whole body was shaking with pain, and the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense.

He stood up and tried to rush forward again, but was stopped by Nat Warth: "Don't go, he is a martial arts master."

"impossible!"

Rodney Warth Haolin screamed: "I beat him like a dead dog before. If he knew martial arts, why didn't he fight back?"

Nat Warth couldn't give an answer to this question. He could only say: "You step back first and I will solve it."

YF Group is what it is today, thanks to Nat Warth support behind the scenes, handling many gray areas.

It can even be said that in the Wang family, Nat Warth is more prestigious than his father.

Therefore, Rodney Warth was reluctant to do anything, but he could only listen to his brother's arrangements.

Nat Warth looked at Oscar Lyson with a smile: "I didn't expect that you are actually a warrior. In this case, I will give you a chance. If you kneel down and apologize to my brother, then follow me, I will spare your life."

Every warrior is precious, and Nat Warth has the idea of ​​subduing Oscar Lyson.

In this way, with two martial arts masters under his command, his status in the White Dragon Club will be raised to a higher level.

"I don't understand what you mean by a warrior Taoist. Besides, I, Oscar Lyson, have no father or mother. I don't even kneel to my parents in heaven and earth. How can I kneel to bastards like you!"

Oscar Lyson said coldly.

He was willing to risk everything. From the moment the other party plotted to kill him, he knew that he had no way out.

Nat Warth eyes turned cold: "Are you sure you refuse?"

"Cut the nonsense and come on."

Oscar Lyson moved and rushed towards Nat Warth.

Nat Warth was unafraid and sat on the chair without moving an inch. He had been immersed in the world for many years, so he still had some skills in cultivating his qi.

In an instant, the surrounding security guards swarmed up and while protecting Nat Warth, they launched a siege on Oscar Lyson.

These security guards appear to be security guards, but in fact they are all members of the White Dragon Club. They are not only ruthless but also cooperative.

Therefore, Nat Warth calmed down and said with a smile: "Although you are a warrior, you can't beat four hands with two fists, and these security guards are all elites under my command, you..."

Bang bang bang bang...

Before Nat Warth finished speaking, his so-called elite men were all lying on the ground, as if they were not people, but a group of puppets, who would fall down at the touch of a touch.

Before Nat Warth could recover, Oscar Lyson was already in front of him and grabbed his throat with one claw.

"Young man, this is too much!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man next to him rushed out and blocked Oscar Lyson.

He was full of momentum and didn't take Oscar Lyson seriously at all.

But the moment he touched it, he felt an irresistible force that made his arm numb.

"not good!"

The middle-aged man secretly thought something was wrong, so he immediately suppressed the surging energy and blood and forced his legs to stop stumbling back.

But just this time, he had suffered internal injuries and could only endure it.

Oscar Lyson couldn't figure out the other party's details and retreated at the first touch. He stared at the middle-aged man cautiously, but found that the other party seemed no better than him.

Nat Warth heart was in his throat just now. Seeing Oscar Lyson retreat now, he regained his composure and said with a smile: "Oscar Lyson, give you one last chance, otherwise, Master He will beat you to pieces."