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Feng Changxi was stunned when he heard the reporter's question.

"Why didn't it interview me for my majestic deeds, and why did it become a matter of asking for protection money again?" he was puzzled, and then furious. These people obviously came to find fault under the guise of "singing praises to virtue".

"Mr. Feng, someone broke the news that you forced the fruit seller to buy fruit from you, but it was shoddy and sold at a high price. Those who don't follow will no longer be allowed to do business in the fruit bar, will they?"

"Mr. Feng, I heard that you claimed to be a member of the Number Gang and threatened other shop owners to sell the shop to you, otherwise you would set fire to kill the whole family, right?"

Seeing that he did not speak, the reporters continued to ask.

"Get out, get out of here!" Feng Changxi became more and more irritated the more he listened, and shouted angrily.

How could the reporters listen to him, and when they saw that he looked angry and dejected, they suddenly became more energetic in the interview.

"Your third aunt said that you have a lot of brothers in the fruit bar, are you the boss of the club?"

"Do you have anything to say about your third aunt's performance yesterday?"

"I heard that you relied on two fruit knives to make a piece of the sky back then, is it really true?"

Every question from these reporters poked Feng Changxi's lung tubes, making him gasp with anger and his eyes widen like bulls. Especially hearing them mention the embarrassing third aunt in the world, it made him even more angry.

"Shut up!" he said, waving his hand.

The reporters who crowded in front of him were immediately beaten, their noses were broken, and blood flowed down in one fell swoop.

"Beat someone, beat someone!" these reporters couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw that Feng Changxi dared to make a move.

Feng Changxi was stunned when he heard the reporter's question.

"Why didn't it interview me for my majestic deeds, and why did it become a matter of asking for protection money again?" he was puzzled, and then furious. These people obviously came to find fault under the guise of "singing praises to virtue".

"Mr. Feng, someone broke the news that you forced the fruit seller to buy fruit from you, but it was shoddy and sold at a high price. Those who don't follow will no longer be allowed to do business in the fruit bar, will they?"

"Mr. Feng, I heard that you claimed to be a member of the Number Gang and threatened other shop owners to sell the shop to you, otherwise you would set fire to kill the whole family, right?"

Seeing that he did not speak, the reporters continued to ask.

"Get out, get out of here!" Feng Changxi became more and more irritated the more he listened, and shouted angrily.

How could the reporters listen to him, and when they saw that he looked angry and dejected, they suddenly became more energetic in the interview.

"Your third aunt said that you have a lot of brothers in the fruit bar, are you the boss of the club?"

"Do you have anything to say about your third aunt's performance yesterday?"

"I heard that you relied on two fruit knives to make a piece of the sky back then, is it really true?"

Every question from these reporters poked Feng Changxi's lung tubes, making him gasp with anger and his eyes widen like bulls. Especially hearing them mention the embarrassing third aunt in the world, it made him even more angry.

"Shut up!" he said, waving his hand.

The reporters who crowded in front of him were immediately beaten, their noses were broken, and blood flowed down in one fell swoop.

"Beat someone, beat someone!" these reporters couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw that Feng Changxi dared to make a move.

Feng Changxi was stunned when he heard the reporter's question.

"Why didn't it interview me for my majestic deeds, and why did it become a matter of asking for protection money again?" he was puzzled, and then furious. These people obviously came to find fault under the guise of "singing praises to virtue".

"Mr. Feng, someone broke the news that you forced the fruit seller to buy fruit from you, but it was shoddy and sold at a high price. Those who don't follow will no longer be allowed to do business in the fruit bar, will they?"

"Mr. Feng, I heard that you claimed to be a member of the Number Gang and threatened other shop owners to sell the shop to you, otherwise you would set fire to kill the whole family, right?"

Seeing that he did not speak, the reporters continued to ask.

"Get out, get out of here!" Feng Changxi became more and more irritated the more he listened, and shouted angrily.

How could the reporters listen to him, and when they saw that he looked angry and dejected, they suddenly became more energetic in the interview.

"Your third aunt said that you have a lot of brothers in the fruit bar, are you the boss of the club?"

"Do you have anything to say about your third aunt's performance yesterday?"

"I heard that you relied on two fruit knives to make a piece of the sky back then, is it really true?"

Every question from these reporters poked Feng Changxi's lung tubes, making him gasp with anger and his eyes widen like bulls. Especially hearing them mention the embarrassing third aunt in the world, it made him even more angry.

"Shut up!" he said, waving his hand.

The reporters who crowded in front of him were immediately beaten, their noses were broken, and blood flowed down in one fell swoop.

"Beat someone, beat someone!" these reporters couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw that Feng Changxi dared to make a move.

Feng Changxi was stunned when he heard the reporter's question.

"Why didn't it interview me for my majestic deeds, and why did it become a matter of asking for protection money again?" he was puzzled, and then furious. These people obviously came to find fault under the guise of "singing praises to virtue".

"Mr. Feng, someone broke the news that you forced the fruit seller to buy fruit from you, but it was shoddy and sold at a high price. Those who don't follow will no longer be allowed to do business in the fruit bar, will they?"

"Mr. Feng, I heard that you claimed to be a member of the Number Gang and threatened other shop owners to sell the shop to you, otherwise you would set fire to kill the whole family, right?"

Seeing that he did not speak, the reporters continued to ask.

"Get out, get out of here!" Feng Changxi became more and more irritated the more he listened, and shouted angrily.

How could the reporters listen to him, and when they saw that he looked angry and dejected, they suddenly became more energetic in the interview.

"Your third aunt said that you have a lot of brothers in the fruit bar, are you the boss of the club?"

"Do you have anything to say about your third aunt's performance yesterday?"

"I heard that you relied on two fruit knives to make a piece of the sky back then, is it really true?"

Every question from these reporters poked Feng Changxi's lung tubes, making him gasp with anger and his eyes widen like bulls. Especially hearing them mention the embarrassing third aunt in the world, it made him even more angry.

"Shut up!" he said, waving his hand.

The reporters who crowded in front of him were immediately beaten, their noses were broken, and blood flowed down in one fell swoop.

"Beat someone, beat someone!" these reporters couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw that Feng Changxi dared to make a move.

Feng Changxi was stunned when he heard the reporter's question.

"Why didn't it interview me for my majestic deeds, and why did it become a matter of asking for protection money again?" he was puzzled, and then furious. These people obviously came to find fault under the guise of "singing praises to virtue".

"Mr. Feng, someone broke the news that you forced the fruit seller to buy fruit from you, but it was shoddy and sold at a high price. Those who don't follow will no longer be allowed to do business in the fruit bar, will they?"

"Mr. Feng, I heard that you claimed to be a member of the Number Gang and threatened other shop owners to sell the shop to you, otherwise you would set fire to kill the whole family, right?"

Seeing that he did not speak, the reporters continued to ask.

"Get out, get out of here!" Feng Changxi became more and more irritated the more he listened, and shouted angrily.

How could the reporters listen to him, and when they saw that he looked angry and dejected, they suddenly became more energetic in the interview.

"Your third aunt said that you have a lot of brothers in the fruit bar, are you the boss of the club?"

"Do you have anything to say about your third aunt's performance yesterday?"

"I heard that you relied on two fruit knives to make a piece of the sky back then, is it really true?"

Every question from these reporters poked Feng Changxi's lung tubes, making him gasp with anger and his eyes widen like bulls. Especially hearing them mention the embarrassing third aunt in the world, it made him even more angry.

"Shut up!" he said, waving his hand.

The reporters who crowded in front of him were immediately beaten, their noses were broken, and blood flowed down in one fell swoop.

"Beat someone, beat someone!" these reporters couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw that Feng Changxi dared to make a move.

Feng Changxi was stunned when he heard the reporter's question.

"Why didn't it interview me for my majestic deeds, and why did it become a matter of asking for protection money again?" he was puzzled, and then furious. These people obviously came to find fault under the guise of "singing praises to virtue".

"Mr. Feng, someone broke the news that you forced the fruit seller to buy fruit from you, but it was shoddy and sold at a high price. Those who don't follow will no longer be allowed to do business in the fruit bar, will they?"

"Mr. Feng, I heard that you claimed to be a member of the Number Gang and threatened other shop owners to sell the shop to you, otherwise you would set fire to kill the whole family, right?"

Seeing that he did not speak, the reporters continued to ask.

"Get out, get out of here!" Feng Changxi became more and more irritated the more he listened, and shouted angrily.

How could the reporters listen to him, and when they saw that he looked angry and dejected, they suddenly became more energetic in the interview.

"Your third aunt said that you have a lot of brothers in the fruit bar, are you the boss of the club?"

"Do you have anything to say about your third aunt's performance yesterday?"

"I heard that you relied on two fruit knives to make a piece of the sky back then, is it really true?"

Every question from these reporters poked Feng Changxi's lung tubes, making him gasp with anger and his eyes widen like bulls. Especially hearing them mention the embarrassing third aunt in the world, it made him even more angry.

"Shut up!" he said, waving his hand.

The reporters who crowded in front of him were immediately beaten, their noses were broken, and blood flowed down in one fell swoop.

"Beat someone, beat someone!" these reporters couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw that Feng Changxi dared to make a move. "Beat someone, beat someone!" these reporters couldn't help but shout excitedly when they saw that Feng Changxi dared to make a move. (To be continued.) )