"What's wrong with the Zhou family, provoking in front of me, even if the king of heaven is here, don't want to be wild in front of the door. ”

Ye Cheng's tone was sharp, his face was like frost, in his opinion, insulting Zhao Wanru had already made him angry, if he called someone to stir up trouble again, he would not be polite.

The sky was originally blue, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, and the sun was shining on the earth, but it gradually changed.

The sky was a little overcast, there were no clouds to hide the sun, but the light was a little lighter, and the whole sky was gray, and there were some signs of rain.

Ye Cheng sat in such a hall for a long time, and the little girl at the front desk didn't dare to speak, she looked at the door from time to time, and secretly peeked at Ye Cheng's side face, and found that this handsome face was a little cold.

The little sister at the front desk sank a little, and there was no excitement before, only nervousness remained.

Zhao Minghui couldn't sit still, she only did it for so long when she was playing mahjong, and even if she used to go to work, she wouldn't sit in the office for an hour.

After thinking about it, Zhao Minghui stood up and walked back and forth in the living room, thinking that walking like this with numb legs might be soothing.

A black sedan rushed over and stopped at the door of the company, the tires rubbing violently against the ground, making a screeching sound.

Three people got out of the car, and they all looked gloomy and menacing.

"It's coming. Ye Cheng stood up and walked to the door.

The little girl at the front desk sighed in her heart, thinking that she was done, and she was looking for something.

Zhao Minghui also glanced at the three people, in addition to Manager Zhou, there were two other people, two men who were nearly thirty years old.

Zhao Minghui followed Ye Cheng out and looked at them.

Manager Zhou's arm was bandaged, and a white cloth wrapped around his arm and hung on his chest.

It seems that the delay for so long is because Manager Zhou went to the hospital to treat the broken arm, but it was only a splint, and it should have been treated hastily, so he called someone to rush over.

The other two people are stout, their faces are full of horizontal meat, their steps are steady, and their skills should be good.

Thinking of this, Zhao Minghui couldn't help but be a little worried, Ye Cheng looked like he was polite, he shouldn't be able to beat the other party, so he had the idea of calling the police.

"You are really not small, you don't run away after hitting someone, are you waiting for us?" Manager Zhou said viciously, but he hid a little far away, always behind the two thugs.

"I'm waiting for you. Ye Cheng said coldly, standing on the top of the steps, looking at him calmly.

"Kneel down and kowtow three times, I can only abolish one of your legs, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude, ruining your limbs, and letting you lie in bed for the rest of your life. One of them said in a nonchalant tone.

"You two are the helpers he found?" Ye Cheng glanced at them lightly, and wanted to laugh, these two people were not enough for Ye Cheng to be appetizing.

The other man did not speak, but directly struck out, and walked up the stairs with a wooden stick in his hand.

He didn't talk nonsense, came to Ye Cheng's face, directly lifted the wooden stick, and then slashed down and smashed it into Ye Cheng's head.

That's the standard, people don't talk much.

However, compared to Ye Cheng, it is really a small thing.

The wooden stick carried the sound of breaking wind, and when it was about to fall on Ye Cheng's head, Ye Cheng shot out like lightning, grabbed the stick directly, and then smashed down the middle of the stick with his other hand, and the stick broke off in response.

"Click!"

Ye Cheng took the other half of the stick, walked towards the person, and then slashed at the person's head.

This person was slightly surprised, and sighed that Ye Cheng's hand was extremely strong, but he was also prepared to defend.

With a wooden stick in both hands, he met Ye Cheng's attack horizontally, ready to stop the wooden stick that fell from the sky.

It's just that he somewhat underestimated Ye Cheng's strength.

After the stick touched his, it didn't stop, and the tremendous force bent the stick in his hand and broke it again.

"Bang!"

The stick hit the man in the head, knocking him to the ground, so unconscious that he could no longer stand up.

Ye Cheng glanced at the person on the ground coldly and threw the wooden stick in his hand on the ground.

This scene is a bit crazy, there are no fancy moves, only the crushing of strength, which shocks everyone present.

Especially Manager Zhou, he looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, he never expected Ye Cheng to be so violent, he was just an ordinary person who didn't know kung fu, he spent all day drinking, even if he was disabled, how could he even defeat this person.

The two people he called were all bodyguards hired by the Zhou family, and they were among the best masters in Province G.

However, the short-lived appearance made Manager Zhou a little unable to react and difficult to accept.

The other person looked at the person who fell to the ground and snorted softly, that person was his junior brother, and if he lost, he was only blamed for his lack of skill.

"Li Mu, a disciple of the Iron Fist Sect, studied under the Iron Fist King Qian Youliang, dare to ask Your Excellency, where did you learn?"

This person named Li Mu began to face Ye Cheng squarely, after all, this is also a person with a bit of means, despising him will only make trouble for himself.

Ye Cheng glanced at him lightly, thinking about what he just said, and said lightly: "I haven't heard of it at all." ”

Li Mu's face was a little unbearable, this was simply an insult to him, he had a gloomy face, and walked towards Ye Cheng, ready to teach him a lesson.

Li Mu stretched out his arms, with a tendency to open and close, and then punched twice, his fists were full of wind, and his wrists were moving, crackling.

Ye Cheng chuckled lightly and walked down the steps, waiting for Li Mu's attack.

Li Mu stood two steps away from Ye Cheng and stopped, clasped his hands into fists, and said, "Please advise." ”

Ye Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he didn't speak, this expression was an insult to Li Mu.

He had already reported himself to his home and spoke to him politely, but this person repeatedly humiliated him, making him lose face and unbearable.

Li Mu shouted angrily, then arched himself and threw a punch, and the huge fist came with a chilling fist wind.

"It's too slow. Ye Cheng said softly, in his eyes, Li Mu's fist was very slow, slow like a snail.

Ye Cheng looked at Li Mu at least three times in the process of his punching.

Ye Cheng made a move.

He raised his hand, quickly and ruthlessly used his hand as a palm knife, and slashed at Li Mu's wrist and elbow joint.

Li Mu didn't even feel the pain, he felt that his fist suddenly lost strength, he looked towards his hand and found that his wrist was dislocated and his elbow joint was disjointed.

No, Li Mu saw that it was not a dislocation, but a dislocation.

It's a very outrageous misalignment of bones and joints.

Li Mu still rushed along the previous trajectory, but he was slightly lower than before, slowly shifting, bypassing Ye Cheng's range.

Li Mu's fist was empty, and one of his hands was useless.