"Damn!"

"How dare you hurt our Great Chief!"

"Kill him!"

The roars of several of Muhammad's right-hand men rang out one after another, and a burly man with a goatee pounced towards Chen Ning with a hideous face.

However, before he could get close to Chen Ning, he was already intercepted by Dian Chu, who came forward.

Dian Chu snorted coldly and presumptuously, his left hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the opponent's neck, and lifted the opponent off the ground with one hand.

Everyone at the scene exclaimed again!

It wasn't until the goatee man in his hand was pinched that he threw the other party to the ground like a dead dog, and said coldly: "Who else dares to be rude to our young master?" ”

Muhammad and his men were astonished and angry.

The countless gods of war on the god of war list at the scene, as well as countless arms dealer bosses, were all shocked.

Tonight's banquet of the gods can be said to gather countless bigwigs from all over the world.

Chen Ning, a young and fresh-faced Oriental man, dared to be presumptuous here.

Muhammad is the Great Chief of Africa!

He is one of the most powerful men in Africa, who buys countless weapons every year, and is a big customer of many arms dealers on the scene.

Chen Ning, a nobody, dared to play tricks on Muhammad.

This is simply unreasonable!

This is a self-defeating goal!

Hu Jun and a few guys standing in the crowd on the periphery wanted to cry without tears at this time.

They didn't expect to choose such a fanatic as Chen Ning as their representative.

Chen Ning offended the big buyers, and it is estimated that several of them will also be unlucky.

Even Song Huanting felt that Chen Ning had stabbed a hornet's nest this time.

On the contrary, Chen Ning was still full of lightness, and he didn't seem to take Muhammad at all, or even the gods of war and arms dealers from all over the world.

Muhammad endured the sharp pain coming from the broken wrist and cried out: "Aemon! ”

Immediately, a black man with a height of two meters and two meters and wearing a sun god robe appeared.

This guy is the African god of war, Emon.

Muhammad gritted his teeth and commanded: "Aemon, cut off all the hands and feet of this boy, torture him half to death, and finally screw off his head." ”

"Yes, Grand Chief!"

Eamon is tall, but moves faster than any African cheetah.

I saw his body move suddenly, turning into a black shadow, shooting towards Chen Ning, raising his fist, and slamming into Chen Ning's face.

Everyone at the scene saw that the African God of War, who ranked 96th on the God of War list, made a personal move, and they all cheered excitedly.

The corners of Muhammad's mouth rose slightly, waiting expectantly for Chen Ning's screams to sound.

However, a scene of disbelief between Muhammad and the rest of the crowd appeared.

Chen Ning faced the attack of the African god of war Emon, but instead of retreating, he met it.

I saw Chen Ning step forward and throw a punch.

The speed was even faster and more powerful than Aemon.

Bang!

Chen Ning's fist actually smashed on the door of Emon's face, directly shattering Emon's face and bones, and flying out upside down with blood on his face.

Bang!

Aemon's huge body knocked over several tables in a row before he stopped, and there was no movement.

I don't know if I was knocked unconscious by Chen Ning, or was killed by Chen Ning with a punch?

There was a dead silence in the audience, so quiet that it was audible to the point of falling pins.

The strange oriental man in front of him who came out of nowhere actually defeated the African god of war, who ranked 96th on the god of war list, with one punch, is it incredible, right?