Chapter 1089: mysterious

The Yan family is only, in the eyes of others, it may be a scourge, the mountain is standing up. But in his eyes, it's just like a chicken!
This is not Zhou Yuan’s boasting. With his current strength comparable to the fourth and fifth rank masters, let alone a Yan family, it is more than enough to run out to suppress a small country!
Even if it can't talk about pushing the world's invincible players, it is definitely worthy of the name if it is the top echelon!
This kind of strength is nothing to suppress the Yan family!
Needless to say, what caused the Yan family's ruin, is to teach the Yan family's few faceless old guys, so that the Yan family can crawl on the ground and bow to the court!
With this kind of confidence, Zhou Yuan is naturally calm and composed.
When Deng Zhenhai heard his words, he did not believe it for the first time.
Just after another thought, I figured out the strangeness.
If Zhou Yuan is really playing the Fasuo, Fang Yuanfan and Song Zhen beside him shouldn't be the calm attitude now!
And even if Zhou Yuan doesn't know the name of the Yan family, Xia Wei always knows it. If Zhou Yuan was a with no background, Xia Wei could not stop him, it would be impossible to watch Zhou Yuan die!
Think about it this way... Maybe this guy really has some amazing background?
Otherwise, whether it is Xia Wei, Fang Yuanfan, or Song Zhen, it shouldn't be the same attitude!
Deng Zhenhai is not stupid after all. Thinking about it this way, he suddenly felt a sense of openness. When I looked at Zhou Yuan for a while, I felt that Zhou Yuan was extraordinarily mysterious and unpredictable.
In a flash of effort, he calmed down a lot, and even smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for his action of righteousness. Deng is very grateful. When I look back, I hope that Mr. Zhou will appreciate his face and let Deng Mou be the landlord. friendship!"
"President Deng is polite, if you speak, then I will be disrespectful."
Anyway, Deng Zhenhai is also Xia Wei's elder, and he has already invited him, and Zhou Yuan still wants to give him some face.
Deng Zhenhai was holding it, and after hearing this, he smiled and said something politely.
A group of people talked and laughed, but no one else bothered.
It's just that no one has noticed that the surveillance probes around this restaurant unknowingly face Zhou Yuan's table.
And at this moment, somewhere in the room.
On the big screen, rows of monitoring pictures are clearly displayed.
Almost all of the shots in the surveillance are the characters from this martial arts convention.
"Are there any good seeds for this martial arts conference?"
In the originally quiet room, a footstep suddenly sounded, and after a while, a hoarse and low voice rang.
"It still looks the same, it's just a few."
In the blink of an eye, another indifferent voice opened.
"It seems that in the past five years, no good seedlings have appeared?"
"Good Miaozi didn't dare to say it, but he found a new face."
This time, Dao spoke with a slightly dull voice. While speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the screen, which was the table where Zhou Yuan was.
"There are new faces every year, what's so important about this?" the hoarse voice asked casually.
"It's not a big deal, but this kid just slapped the Yan family in the face. If I remember correctly, the Yan family is your incense stick?"
"Yan family? It does have something to do with us... But what you said, this kid is a bit crazy... Do you know the origin of this kid?"
The hoarse voice became slightly colder, and his eyes instantly fixed on the monitoring screen.
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