A system prompt arrives.

Zhang Yong was indifferent.

Add it.

Strengthen all.

I'll kill the Saiyan with one punch from now on!

He grabbed the King Tiger tank with one hand and kicked the Essex-class aircraft carrier away...

"you……"

Bugo couldn't believe it.

I don't understand why I lost.

"Come again."

"OK!"

Zhang Yong smiled and nodded.

Tonight, I am the most handsome Zaizai in the room!

Use force.

Knock the opponent down easily.

If the opponent's power is 120, your own power is at least 999...

Bugo had to retreat in resignation.

"I'll do it!"

Someone will fill it in soon.

He is a real big guy.

His arms are as thick as Zhang Yong’s calves. His muscles are ridged and very strong.

Oh my god!

Big muscled man!

sharp.

The next moment...

Easily push the opponent's wrist down to the table.

"Well……"

It was quiet again.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

no……

Lost like this?

Less than three seconds? Cheating...

"Who else?"

Zhang Yong's eyes swept across his face and his expression was indifferent.

Come on!

Come up if you are not convinced!

If you can beat me, tonight, you will be the most handsome Zaizai in the audience!

"Come again!"

The muscular man was not convinced and went into battle again.

This time, Zhang Yong gave the opponent five seconds and asked the opponent to exert all his strength.

"Hoo ho!"

"Hoo ho!"

People around him kept applauding the muscular man.

The muscular man also used his strength to suck the milk. His teeth were almost broken and his cheeks were distorted.

However……

Zhang Yong's wrist didn't move at all.

It seems that it is not made of flesh and blood, but made of steel.

Then...

Use effortlessly.

Push the other person's wrist down on the table.

"No……"

The muscular man's whole body suddenly went numb.

Quiet.

Dead silence.

this……

So awesome.

Easily kill the two strongest men.

The others were convinced and had nothing to say. They all gave thumbs up.

A pure competition of strength with no excuses.

Others are just so strong.

Not far away, Commander Qian's heart was completely relieved and he smiled more.

Very good. With Zhang Yong here, everyone can be calmed down.

Whether they are flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, or swimming in the water, they are all contained.

As long as Zhang Yong is present, no one dares to mess around.

Just as Zhang Yong was about to speak, the air map suddenly showed a red enemy aircraft sign appearing in the direction of Tongling and Wuhu.

Huh?

Japanese fighter plane?

Going out at night?

Check it out and find that it is a Type 97 fighter jet of the Japanese invaders.

There are no aerial bombs hanging. I guess they are hanging around?

Trying a night flight?

Come to investigate?

Think for a moment.

It seems like there is moonlight tonight.

It's the beginning of February in the Gregorian calendar, and it's the middle of the month in the lunar calendar?

"An enemy plane is coming."

"What?"

Everyone around him was stunned for a moment, and then showed expressions of disbelief.

Someone looked at their watch. It was around eight o'clock in the evening.

It was so late at night that a Japanese fighter plane actually appeared? How is that possible?

Aren't you afraid that if you come out, you won't be able to go back? Is this asking for death?

"real?"

"Who will follow me to heaven to see?"

"I!"

"I!"

"I!"

The three bomber captains immediately raised their hands.

Others also raised their hands one after another. They all wanted to check it out for themselves.
To be continued...