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"I said! You are not as good as me in anything! You are a scumbag, I am a bully, I step on you! You can't do it in a fight, I defeated you. Are you not convinced? are you coming to beat me?" Fang Tian tilted his head and looked at Fu Shao, and said very worriedly.

Seeing the poor boy standing in front of him, he just didn't have the courage to step forward again. He was so arrogant that he thought that he was an 80-kilogram sanda champion, and he couldn't deal with a weak scholar who didn't know martial arts?

As a result, I was beaten by others, and the muscles on my body still hurt. Really! There was a soreness that made the roots of my teeth hurt. No, it's sour, so sore and painful, it's worse than normal pain. He was very suspicious: the muscles in his body were beaten by this guy and separated from the bones?

"I'm taller than you!" said Fu Shao.

I thought to myself: What are you comparing to a cow? Can your height of 1.7 meters be compared to my height of 1.9 meters? In terms of height, Lao Tzu compares you to you.

"Why don't you say it, you're more handsome than me?" Fang Tian sneered.

"I'm just more handsome than you!" said Fu Shao very seriously.

The people around him couldn't help but laugh when they saw that the rich and the young were not compared, and compared with the poor boy in terms of height, handsomeness and luxurious clothes.

Not to mention! The rich young man is not only tall, but also really handsome! Really! Tall, handsome, and talented!

And the poor boy is not only short in height, but even his appearance and appearance are not as good as others.

Fang Tian had to admit this.

"Why don't you say that your luxurious clothes were bought with the family's money?" said one of the family's members.

Another clansman brother teased: "Why don't you say that your 80-kilogram sanda champion was bought with money?"

"Paid for it?" someone asked, pretending to be surprised, as if he was talking about cross talk.

"I spent 20 million to buy the other party to lose, but as a result, I was almost knocked out by the opponent's punch! Alas! It's not the shame that the shame is not, the shame finally turns into a "narrow victory", but becomes a face!"

"Oh!" someone scolded.

"It turns out that your championship was hyped up? Ah! No wonder, I knocked you down with a few hits in a row! You? Alas! No! No!" Fang Tian looked at Fu Shao with contempt.

"Don't listen to their nonsense! I fought it out with my ability! Woo woo!" Fu Shao saw that he was exposed, and he couldn't help crying, looking aggrieved.

"If you're not hype, you're going to fight me?" Fang Tian hooked his finger at his opponent and challenged.

"You?" Fu Shao was stunned on the spot when he heard this.

"If you can fight him so well, you're going to fight him?" said the man next to him.

"Yes, you're going to fight him?"

"If you can beat him, then you are a bull!"

"What is it better to beat him? People don't know martial arts! If you haven't practiced, you're not a professional boxer! He's a professional boxer!"

"He's a hairy professional! He's a waste material who doesn't rely on his father! A loser! A loser of our Zhang family! Just like his father, his eyes are on his family, and he is staring at the little ancestral business in the family!"

The others gathered around, looking at the rich and young with a look of contempt.

Now, the face has been torn, and the family members have also been released. decided to stand up and oust this pair of losers.

Who are the people of Nimadi? Why do you keep your eyes on your family?

Originally, there were not many ancestral businesses, only tens of millions. Later, there was a period of rapid development before there were more than a billion later. However, under the influence of their father and son, it seems that there are less than 500 million now.

Just such a little ancestral business, Nima Di! And spend 20 million to hype this kid an 80-kilogram sanda champion! Nima Di! Are you taking everyone's money properly?

"I don't compare with him! He doesn't know martial arts, he's not a professional boxer!" Fu Shao saw that the offender was angry, and glanced at everyone resentfully, pretending to be very good, and found an excuse.

"You've said this twice!" Fang Tian sneered.

"Be careful!"

At this moment, someone shouted behind him.

Fang Tian felt that he might be coming at him, so he quickly dodged and jumped to the side.

"Bang!"

At this time, the guns went off!

"Whoosh!" a bullet whizzed by.

"Ahh His massive body fell to the ground with a loud "boom".

This shot cost Fang Tian's life. Fortunately, someone reminded me in time.

Fang Tianjian was a member of a family and was about to make a move, but someone had already made a move.

There were a few old poles in the family, who rushed up regardless of life and death, threw the scum of the family to the ground, and confiscated the gun.

"What's the matter, what's the matter? someone dares to shoot?" the middle-aged man dressed in Sven ran over quickly, shouting.

In his imagination: it should be Fang Tian who was shot.

However, when he came closer, he found that it was not Fang Tian who had fallen, but his precious son.

"Use the family method! Take down the loser!" an old man in the crowd commanded loudly.

This man was none other than the eldest son of the old ancestor.

He didn't have much knowledge, but he knew martial arts. Because of his age, he has always taken a back seat. However, he is an enforcer authorized by his ancestors.

In the past, he was also confused by the third generation of managers, thinking that this person was shrewd, and the shabby scholar was too stupid and honest to be a third-generation manager. As a result, he found out that he was wrong! This third-generation manager is a wolf! A bad wolf! No! A crazy dog! A serious loser!

Today, he has seen the true face of this Sven man thoroughly.

Under his order, several law enforcers in the family quickly pounced, and they were about to take down the third-generation administrator, the loser.

But, there's trouble!

The few personal bodyguards around the third-generation manager quickly protected their masters.

"It's over, it's over, it's over......"

Just as the two sides were confronting, the police came!

"Pull over, pull over, pull over......" The police car had not yet arrived, the windows of the police car had been opened, and a policeman poked his head out and slapped the body.

The onlookers who were blocking the road heard the shouting of the loud horn of the police car, so they avoided the side of the road and allowed the police car to pass smoothly.

The old ancestor stayed in the car outside, and there were several dead bodyguards lying at the door of the car and on the ground.

Liang Kuan didn't do anything, so he stayed in the brain of the ancestor to prevent others from controlling the ancestor. The current ancestors, what they used to be and what they are now.

The third-generation manager was only busy with the things inside, and didn't notice that something had happened outside?

On the shabby middle-aged man's side, because someone helped, everything went smoothly and the two bodyguards were subdued.

In order to stabilize the situation, the third generation of managers did not leave. Instead, he walked around the scene, coerced and lured other people, made them take his side, and helped him speak.

As a result, the wishful thinking was wrong! The people of the Zhang family woke up. I want to talk about "Urban Immortal Cultivation Promotion Group" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~