The intensity of Ziyan's massage was just right. Lin Tian felt relieved for a moment and unconsciously leaned his head back. Unexpectedly, he leaned on a soft spot. This feeling was better than a massage. He was reluctant to move away.

However, Zi Yan calmly took half a step back, avoiding Lin Tian's efforts. She still kneaded it calmly with her hands, and her method was flawless.

Lin Tian knew that this woman was sometimes charming, sometimes charming, like a ripe fairy peach, delicious, but if he really wanted to take advantage of her, it would be impossible unless he used force.

The most unhappy person in the conference room was Bai Yuze. The eldest lady he was chasing seemed to have a crush on Lin Tian. Now even the second lady was standing behind him obediently. There was also a beautiful woman giving Lin Tian a massage.

Could this Lin Tian be the nemesis of women? How could so many women coexist peacefully around him? The more Bai Yuze thought about it, the angrier he became.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere in the conference room was a little strange. Lin Tian waved his hand to signal Zi Yan and Xiao Manxuan to sit down, but he stood up.

"Boss Bai, it's been a long time since I last saw you. Your style is still the same." Lin Tian walked over and said something meaningless.

Bai Yuanhao's facial muscles twitched slightly. He had only seen him a few days ago, and he actually said he hadn't seen him for a long time. It seemed as if the loss suffered by the Bai family last time was insignificant in your heart, and he was not even qualified to be remembered.

However, Bai Yuanhao was quite sophisticated and would not show his depressed mood casually on his face. He said very politely: "Mr. Lin's demeanor remains the same. Our guests have come from afar, why don't you invite us to sit down?"

Five minutes had passed since they entered the conference room, but Lin Tian had no intention of letting them sit down. Bai Yuanhao felt that standing still like this was almost stupid, so he had to put it forward tactfully.

And he also knew Lin Tian. This young man didn't play his cards according to common sense at all, and it was really possible for a group of people to stand around stupidly.

"Of course, Fukuda Kazushi and I have met once. It is said that we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away. Now that we meet again, it confirms the correctness of this sentence." Lin Tian laughed and said a lot, but

Still no intention of asking the islanders to sit down.

Kazushi Fukuda looked at Lin Tian's smiling face and wished he could go up and smash it to pieces. He cursed in his heart, "You are destined to be a devil. The humiliation on the plane will one day be repaid a hundredfold."

He suppressed the resentment in his heart and continued Lin Tian's words: "Mr. Lin, this is our second meeting. I feel sorry for disturbing so many people today. Let me introduce to you my right-hand man."

He pointed at the big fat man and said with a smile: "This is Taro Nomura, Mr. Nomura, come and get to know Mr. Lin."

Kazushi Fukuda spoke normally, but when he called Taro Nomura to come up and get to know him, there was an unknown smile hidden in his eyes. Lin Tian saw it and it didn't matter. There must be something fishy about Fukuda introducing his subordinates for no reason.

But Lin Tian had no fear. When soldiers came, they would block the water and cover up the land. When the islanders came, they would fight the Japanese.

Taro Nomura got the signal from Kazushi Fukuda and walked up from behind. His movement gave everyone a strange illusion, as if a mountain of flesh was pushing across them.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, please give me your advice." Nomura Taro nodded and extended his right hand to shake hands.

Lin Tian lowered his head and looked at the palm. It was as big as a cattail fan and thick, but his knuckles and palm edges had thick calluses, which must have been caused by grabbing things frequently.

It turns out that this is the case. If you want me to make a fool of myself, Lin Tian understands Kazushi Fukuda's thoughts. This fat man has been training his hand strength for a long time, and with his body of flesh, his grip strength must be extremely strong.

If you shake hands with force, the person in pain will definitely bend over in pain. If the grip is stronger, the severe pain will make a person kneel down on the spot.

If you want me to kneel down, don't blame me for being angry. Lin Tian smiled and stretched out his hand and shook Nomura Taro's hand.

Sure enough, the moment he held it, Taro Nomura's palm suddenly exerted force, and Lin Tian felt a strong surge of force. If this force were held in the hands of ordinary people, the palm bones would be broken immediately, and the entire palm would be seriously damaged.

.

But Lin Tian stood still, no matter how hard Nomura exerted himself, his expression did not change at all. The bones rubbed together and made a "gurgle" sound. Nomura tried his best, and the fat on his face trembled slightly.

The thin middle-aged man, who had always been in a trance, finally raised his eyelids and glanced at Lin Tian. Kazushi Fukuda was also full of surprise. He knew very well what Taro Nomura was capable of, and he flattened a steel pipe.

, the terrifying grip strength can be imagined.

But now, there is nothing he can do about a young boy. Futian also knows that Lin Tian has kung fu, but this is not a competition of kung fu, but a competition of grip strength. Is it possible that this boy's hands are harder than steel pipes?

"Haha, Taro Nomura is really good at it." Lin Tian suddenly smiled and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tian squeezed hard, and the scene of Deputy Curator Jin last time reappeared, and Taro Nomura's palm suddenly made a terrifying bone cracking sound.

However, Nomura was much tougher than Deputy Director Jin. He did not cry out, but there were dense beads of sweat on his face, dripping down drop by drop.

Now everyone knows that the two sides are competing against each other, and Taro Nomura is the loser. Kazushi Fukuda sees that something is not good, and quickly winks at the thin middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also walked up and said as he walked: "Mr. Lin, nice to meet you. My name is Hattori Hideaki."

The middle-aged man who called himself Hattori Hideaki reached out and grabbed Lin Tian's wrist, but to others it was just a handshake gesture.

Another one came. Lin Tian sneered in his heart, narrowed his eyes, let go of Taro Nomura, and held Hideaki Hattori's hand. This hand was the opposite of the fat man, with almost no flesh on it, as if it were skinny and bones. It looked very scary.

But Lin Tian doesn't care what kind of hand you have, even a skeleton hand can still grasp it. The moment he grasped it, he suddenly increased his strength. At this moment, Hattori Hideaki could no longer remain calm. A look of shock flashed in his eyes, and he thought

He took his hand away, but it seemed too late.

At the critical moment, Hattori Hideaki's arm squirmed strangely, and his palm suddenly shrank and escaped Lin Tian's grasp, avoiding the end of a broken bone.

Bone Shrinking Kung Fu! Lin Tian’s eyes were full of surprise, this turned out to be Bone Shrinking Kung Fu. He once heard Xiao Manxue say that there is a strange skill in the ancient martial arts world, which is Bone Shrinking Kung Fu. Bone Shrinking Kung Fu is not real.

By shrinking the bones, the ancient warriors cultivated the true energy, circulated the true energy according to special methods, and narrowed the gaps between the muscles and bones. The parts where the true energy circulated were naturally reduced. People who are successful in practicing bone shrinking skills, let alone shrinkage

With one palm, an adult can be reduced into a ball. Ancient warriors who practice Bone Shrinking Technique, due to long-term practice of muscles, bones and flesh, and nourished by true energy, their bodies are also very strong. It is said that after practicing to great perfection, true energy can travel through the whole body, and can achieve
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