In the video surveillance room of the Security Department, more than a dozen screens, large and small, project the entire construction site from the inside to the outside.

The manager of the security department was sweating profusely and staring at the picture in the monitor, he wanted to take out a sweat towel from his pocket to wipe his sweat, but he didn't touch it twice in a row.

Zhao Fan took out a piece of paper and handed it to him, and the manager of the security department became more and more drenched, muttering: "Boss, what is the origin of that kid, is he a new reporter? No, the reporters under Dong Mushroom, one is counted as one, and they are all filed with me, and there is no such person." ”

Zhao Fan sneered: "It doesn't matter who he is, he dares to meddle in the affairs of the first phase, and he doesn't want to stand up and go out today." ”

The manager of the security department said, "Boss, do you want me to send a few more brothers to support?"

Zhao Fan shook his head: "Those who eat dry rice under your hands, don't be embarrassed in front of Lao Tzu, you should learn from my people to do things." ”

"Yes, yes", the manager of the security department breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was not allowed to go out to sell his life, it was easy to say anything, he pretended to be smart and picked up Zhao Fan's stinky feet: "The boss has a good eye, and the smoking gun brother will definitely let that kid look for teeth all over the ground." ”

"You still need to say it"

Zhao Fan snorted coldly, the name of the number one thug with the smoking gun was punched by him, and it was very porcelain. Since Zhao Fan began to take over the Zhao family's business, he has rarely personally ended up in those things in Jiangning's underground circle. In the past year, it has been all smoking guns. No, the smoking gun just rectified the underground drag racing business two months ago, and those second-generation brothers who are known as rebellious and golden, don't dare to let go of a fart under the fist of the smoking gun.

The rain kept falling, Ye Qiu advanced 50 meters, and the last 5 people were Ma Zi who was trained by the smoking gun, they did not make rash moves, kept a relatively safe distance from Ye Qiu, and besieged but did not attack.

The cigarette gun narrowed his eyes slightly, his focus was no longer on the target Luoyang, and all his attention locked on Ye Qiu.

"Boss"

The sound of a cigarette gun sounded on the walkie-talkie: "This idea is a bit prickly, I'm afraid I can't control the strength of my hand." ”

Zhao Fan: "Don't worry, if you kill him, I'll take care of the aftermath." ”

The security manager almost went limp on his knees, and the accident on the construction site had just occurred, and his pressure was overwhelming. In broad daylight, if another person is killed at the gate of the construction site, the key party may be a reporter, and he must not be skinned.

Fortunately, Zhao Fan added: "Try to keep him in a breath, the first issue will be capped, and the dead will be unlucky." ”

"Roger!"

The walkie-talkie came with a reply from the smoking gun, and the security manager couldn't help patting his chest, and now he could only pray that the unknown young man could walk a few more rounds under the smoking gunner;

In the rain, Ye Qiu let 5 social personnel surround him, and he walked step by step to a position very close to the smoking gun.

Ye Qiu: "Eh, let my brother and my woman leave, and I'll play with you." ”

The cigarette gun let go of his foot, and Dong Fatzi got up from the muddy water and staggered towards Luoyang, where he and Luoyang converged.

Ye Qiu shouted: "Fatty, turn on the engine, give me 2 minutes." ”

The cigarette gun's face was cold, this was a naked humiliation to him!

"You're looking for death!"

With a gesture of a smoking gun, 5 members of society attack at the same time. They were not the rabble before, their movements were uniform, they advanced and retreated in a measured manner, and they actually shook a shot, withdrew from the encirclement of Ye Qiu, and went straight to Luoyang!

Ye Qiu's heart is not good, the insidious villain of the smoking gun, the initial plan was to use Luoyang to blackmail him.

Sure enough, he saw those people surrounding Luoyang, and before he could remember to go to the rescue, he saw a fist slashing at the door in front of him.

Ye Qiu took a step back, narrowly avoiding the sudden attack of the smoking gun, and he shouted: "Fatty!"

Dong Fatzi hurriedly opened the door of the jeep, stuffed Luoyang in, slammed the door shut, and the five people arrived on their hind feet. The fat man was in a hurry, and he rounded his arm with all his strength and threw the key into the sky.

As soon as he did this, the fat man was put down heavily, and he wailed: "Lao Ye, it's up to you!"

Ye Qiu saw that the fat man was caught in a siege, and he had the heart to rescue but lacked skills.

The cigarette gun failed to hit, and the evil demon took out the finger tiger from his pocket with a smile and put it on, and the two iron fists attacked again. Ye Qiu relied on his body's instinctive reaction and walked with him for thirty moves.

During this period, there was no danger, and the finger of the smoking gun had to pierce Ye Qiu's chest more than once. Fortunately, Ye Qiu in his previous life was proficient in national arts, and he entered a state of selflessness, and his Wing Chun fist intent flowed on his own.

Ye Qiu was like entering the unity of heaven and man, his movements became more and more fluid, and his punching speed became faster and faster. At this time, in Ye Qiu's mind, he seemed to have returned to the corner where he practiced at the Conservatory of Music, a beam of sunlight came in, and a quiet wooden stake was placed in the corner.

On the other hand, the cigarette gun, his face is getting more and more ugly.

At the beginning, he just felt that Ye Qiu had a bit of a foundation, but it was not enough to compete with him. After 30 moves, the situation changed drastically, and the smoking gun began to be unable to keep up with Ye Qiu's rhythm, and he couldn't even see his movements clearly.

He was reduced to a stake, like a tool for his hands.

In the monitoring room, Zhao Fan and the others stared intently at the fight between Ye Qiu and the smoking gun.

The manager of the security department was surprised: "Ah, the smoke gun brothers are so handsome!"

"Brother Smoking Gun punches so fast!"

"That kid can't do it!"

Zhao Fan slapped the head of the security manager and scolded: "Shut up Lao Tzu!"

Zhao Fan had a bad premonition, how could he have been so inked with a cigarette gun? This kid must have spent too much time lying on the belly of the opposite sex, and he wasted all his kung fu. Zhao Fan made up his mind to get the female teacher and her little boyfriend, and he must have a good chat with the smoking gun about it, women, just mean it, you must know that the gentle township is a hero's mound.

"There are results!"

The manager of the security department exclaimed, and when Ye Qiu and the smoking gun exchanged a hundred punches, they suddenly separated. The problem of angle, it is not clear from the monitoring who kicked whom away.

Zhao Fan glared at him, this was just a prelude to the third round of attacks, it seemed that that kid was finally going to die.

The smoking gun is bitter, no, that kid is too evil, the more he fights, the more he can fight.

He had to say in the headset, "Boss, ready to receive..."

Ye Qiu didn't give him a chance to breathe, and more than a dozen punches poured down on him like a storm, and the body of the cigarette gun flew out like a kite with a broken string.

In the monitoring room, the manager of the security department was overjoyed: "Boss, the smoking gun is ready for us to collect the body, he is going to win." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the body of the cigarette gun flew out, and the manager of the security department secretly stuck out his tongue, and two hands full of fat covered his face.

The cigarette gun was sweet in his chest, and all the strength of Wing Chun exploded, he suffered a lot of internal injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted out: "Ready to stop, this kid is very evil, I am not an opponent." ”

Zhao Fan rubbed himself up from the chair, what happened? The smoking gun was actually defeated, and it was so completely defeated.

The manager of the security department covered his mouth, and silently said in his heart that many words would be lost, who swore just now that I would learn from his people to do things?