"Three!"

"Two!"

Tang Zhan's eyes widened, as if the essence of light had skyrocketed, and he stood there, like a Mount Tai standing in front of him.

His face was grim, and he was not angry.

"One!"

It's just a number, but the moment he spit it out, it was like a thunderbolt!

At this moment, those little hooligans who were already shocked by Tang Zhan's ferocity almost knelt on the ground the moment Tang Zhan said this number!

The wood on the chair that Tang Zhan was holding with one hand also shattered with a clatter at this moment.

At this moment, several little hooligans were suddenly so frightened that they kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"You, come in!"

Tang Zhan stretched out his hand and shouted at the little rascal who was flying out of the door, and the little rascal got up and wanted to run away.

"If you dare to run, I'll scrap your legs now!"

With a broken snort, the little rascal was so frightened that he almost didn't sit on the ground. Under Tang Zhan's cold eyes, he cowered and walked in in fear.

"Get on your knees!"

Tang Zhan shouted, the little rascal didn't dare to say anything cruel this time, and knelt on the ground with a plop!

"I'm not asking you to kneel for me, I'm asking you to kneel for him!"

Tang Zhan suddenly turned sideways and pointed at Uncle Qiang, the little rascal hurriedly got up and walked in front of Uncle Qiang, and under Tang Zhan's cold scolding, he knelt on the ground with a thud!

He covered his arm with his hand, and although his arms were broken, he didn't dare to let out a little pain**.

At this moment, he knelt there, bowed his head, and did not dare to say a word.

The other young people were all kneeling there, and the two tables of diners in the restaurant were sitting in place, all staring blankly.

One person, two shots, but they were terrified, so powerful, it really makes people want to clap their hands.

Uncle Qiang's expression Tang Zhan saw it in his eyes, if it was just a gangster who came to eat the overlord's meal, normal people would either hate it or be timid, but Uncle Qiang's eyes were full of bitterness and helplessness.

Especially the tears shed by Uncle Qiang's wife made Tang Zhan confirm the guess in his heart, that is, this young man is likely to be Uncle Qiang's son.

One, outright unfilial son!

"Fan yourself!"

Tang Zhan said coldly, the little rascal suddenly raised his head, looked at Tang Zhan in disbelief, and in the next second, Tang Zhan suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped him in the face, almost knocking his teeth out.

But even so, the slap still hit his right ear and the corners of his mouth cracked.

"Do you still want me to fan you?"

The cold voice made the little rascal shudder suddenly, and Uncle Qiang's eyes showed great unbearability, but he couldn't bear the distress in his heart.

Syllable!

Syllable!

One slap after another fell, and it was not only this little rascal who was scolded by Tang Zhan who was slapping himself in the face. The other rascals were so frightened that they slapped themselves.

All of a sudden, the sound in the small restaurant was very rhythmic.

I don't know how many slaps I have slapped, but I feel that both faces are numb. Tang Zhan's voice came from his ears.

"Stop!"

But even when he heard this voice, he still habitually gave himself two slaps.

When the little rascal looked up, one of his faces was completely swollen.

And this process, Wen Qi, who had watched it for a long time, was dumbfounded.

Suck!

Xiao Sibei used a straw and a small sip of soda, a pair of big watery eyes bent into a crescent moon, she clicked her mouth, her face was filled with a bright smile, and her hands were full of joy with the little jade Buddha in her eyes.

It's just her next sentence that makes people stunned.

"If a son beats his father, he will be thundered by the sky!"

Son Big Dad?

Is this little guy talking about Tang Zhan beating the young?

Almost everyone subconsciously thought of this, but then they realized that they were thinking wrong.

It's not that Tang Zhan beats the young man or the son beats his father, but the little hooligan beats Uncle Qiang.

Could it be ......

Everyone's eyes widened, but Tang Zhan glanced at his baby daughter, this little girl is really smart.

"Does it hurt?"

Uncle Qiang suddenly asked at this time, his voice with a bit of crying.

No matter how unfilial he is, he is his son after all.

Seeing his son kneeling in front of him and constantly fanning his mouth, how can people who have not experienced it know the pain in their hearts?

"It hurts!"

The little rascal's voice was full of crying, although he was numb, but as soon as the numb feeling passed, the pain on his face was a pain in his heart!

"You, you still know that it hurts!" said this sentence by Tang Zhan.

"Do you know how much your father's heart hurt when you hit your father?" Tang Zhan's voice was extremely indifferent.

"I gave birth to you and raised you, so that you beat your father and scolded your mother?"

"You are so unfilial, before you were replaced, Lao Tzu would definitely kill you!" Tang Zhan kicked the little rascal to the ground, he lay on the ground, curled up, and actually cried.

Is it fear?

Or regret it?

No one knew that Uncle Qiang was standing there, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.

Tang Zhan looked at the tears on Uncle Qiang's face, and his heart also ached faintly, at the beginning, how could his father not be like this?

However, he did not have the opportunity to fulfill his filial piety anymore.

"Is your arm broken?" Tang Zhan asked coldly.

The little young man cried and hummed, and in the next moment, Tang Zhan looked coldly at the other young people who were also swollen into a pig's face, and said, "Take him to the hospital for treatment, you will pay all the expenses, is there a problem?"

"No problem, no problem!"

Those young people hurriedly shook their heads, and Tang Zhan said coldly: "How many overlord meals have you eaten, count the numbers yourself, and send the money here tomorrow, is there a problem?"

"No problem, no problem!" the little rascals shook their heads like rattles.

At this time, Tang Zhan raised his foot and kicked Uncle Qiang's son, who was curled up on the ground and crying endlessly, and said: "From now on, what I want to see is a young man who is filial to his parents and works hard, not a miscellaneous person who only knows how to be in the nest and beat his father and scold his mother!"

"If I see you beating your father and scolding your mother again, if you let me see that you don't follow the right path again, you don't have to ask for your life!"

"Did you hear that?"

Tang Zhan broke off and was so frightened that Xiao Young hurriedly said that he heard it.

With a crying voice, he may have had a trace of remorse, and perhaps fear has occupied a greater degree.

"Go to the hospital, go to the hospital, go to the disease, your arm, at most, is a fracture, not to the extent of a fracture!"

Cold words, without the slightest emotion, Xiao Young climbed up, nodded hurriedly, and then suddenly knelt in front of Uncle Qiang, and then slammed his head three times at Uncle Qiang, and knocked his head bruised and swollen.

"Dad, my son is not filial, can you give me another chance?"

The little young man with a swollen face knelt on the ground and looked up trying to open his eyes that he could barely open completely, looked at Uncle Qiang and asked.