"Brother Feng said to let you count, are you deaf?" Yang Chen was furious.

When Yang Chen was young, he mixed gangs in Hong Kong and Macao, and with the achievement of the name of the gambling saint, he invisibly had a bigwig momentum.

Han Qingyun stared at the mountain in front of him, and his eyes almost popped out.

"Count?" Han Qingyun looked at Yang Chen with a bitter throat and a pale face.

Bai Shao, who was next to him, couldn't help but exclaim: "300,000 coins, you let us count them, are you crazy?"

"Smack!"

Bai Shao had just spoken, and Yang Chen slapped Bai Shao's face the spot.

Bai Shaoyi was caught off guard, and the whole person was pumped to the ground, dizzy for a while.

"Did I let you speak?" Yang Chen glanced at Bai Shao on the ground with cold eyes.

"You... How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?"

Bai Shao covered his face incredulously, and his eyes were extremely messy.

"Who are you? Come, come, tell you who you are!"

Yang Chen sneered, picked up a bottle of beer in the hall, shook his hand and slammed it on Bai Shao's head.

"Bang!"

was hit on the head by a beer bottle, not only the beer bottle exploded, but even Bai Shao's scalp bloomed.

"Dio!"

Beer mixed with blood slowly gushed out from Bai Shao's forehead, Bai Shao covered his head with both hands, and continued to wail in pain.

"Shhh

No one expected that this Yang Chen would be so ferocious, Han Qingyun and Dong Yonghao, as well as Gong Yingxue and other girls in the box who looked outside from time to time, were all stunned.

"Asking you to count is to let your kid reconcile the account, and the province says that we will give you a penny less. Yang Chen said sharply.

Han Qingyun stared at Yang Chen, who was boiling with anger, and his whole body trembled, his face was pale and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No... No need to count, enough, absolutely enough. ”

"Is it enough? Enough if you don't count? Believe it or not, I'll poke you to death every minute?"

Yang Chen was furious on the spot, he grabbed Han Qingyun's collar, and the sharp glass ballast directly hit Han Qingyun's neck.

It seems that as long as Yang Chen exerts his strength, this Han Qingyun's little life will be completely ruined.

Han Qingyun opened his mouth to say 300,000 Zai Chu Feng, and it was impossible for things to be so simple.

With so many people brought here, it's impossible to just pat your ass and end it.

"So don't give face to your brothers, believe it or not, we'll kill you?"

A group of black-clothed little brothers instantly pulled out from their waists, and the machetes that exuded a cold glow brushed and brushed on all the major parts of Han Qingyun's body.

In an instant, at least forty or fifty machetes were erected on Han Qingyun's body.

The thrilling scene frightened Han Qingyun's legs constantly, and he was all dead, never expecting to usher in such a situation.

"Oh my God, third brother, when did you know such a big guy? Do you want to stop in moderation? It wouldn't be good if you really saw blood. Dong Yonghao asked dumbfounded.

Li Song was also frightened by this situation: "Third child, don't be reckless, Han Qingyun's family is powerful and powerful, if Han Qingyun has an accident outside, I'm afraid he will get into big trouble." ”

"It's okay, we don't have to interfere, let's let Yang Chen perform to his heart's content!" Chu Feng chuckled.

That's right, Chu Feng called Yang Chen just now and asked Yang Chen to prepare 300,000 coins for him and send them over as quickly as possible.

Since you want to make yourself unable to get off the stage, then come up with an anti-routine yourself, so that you can't get off the stage.

To Chu Feng's surprise, this Yang Chen was actually on the road like this.

not only led a group of black-clothed little brothers to come up and shouted Brother Feng, giving himself enough face, but also deliberately used 300,000 coins to hype up, in order to trouble Han Qingyun.

Since Yang Chen is performing so hard, how can he sit and watch the performance without appreciation?

After all, this Han Qingyun is really hateful, and he really needs to be taught a lesson.

"Chu Feng, don't mess around. Gong Yingxue saw dozens of machetes erected on Han Qingyun's body, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly ran out to tell Chu Feng.

Chu Feng looked pity: "Xiaoxue, it's okay, I have my own measure." ”

"Uh-huh! Don't mess around. Gong Yingxue nodded hurriedly.

"Of course you have to give face, I Han Qingyun must give the face of your big brothers! ”

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Now the roles are reversed, Chu Feng is a sword warrior, and he is a fish and meat, which makes Han Qingyun irresistible at all.

Dozens of machetes were erected on his body, and that terrifying feeling made Han Qingyun so frightened that his soul was about to fly out.

Han Qingyun never expected that Chu Feng would call out such a group of extremely vicious people, which made him extremely sad.

Originally, he planned to embarrass Chu Feng once, but he never expected to be slapped in the face.

"Well, that's pretty much it, let's make room for him to count. ”

Yang Chen saw the panic on Han Qingyun's face, and he nodded with satisfaction.

The machete left, Han Qingyun was like being amnestied, and hurriedly shouted: "What the hell, what are you doing here in a daze? ”

"Counting money in the past?"

When Zilanxuan's service staff saw this scene, their faces turned pale with fright.

There are so many cold machetes in their hands, this aura alone is chilling, who has the heart to step forward and count the money?

"Come on, you don't want to do it anymore, do you? Believe it or not, Major General Ben, you all fire the squid?"

Seeing a group of Zilanxuan staff still stunned in place, Han Qingyun's lungs were about to explode.

"Han... Young Master Han, I... I'm quitting!"

The little girl in charge of the cashier at the front desk said intermittently with a frightened face.

"What did you say?" Han Qingyun exclaimed as if something unthinkable.

"Young Master Han, I... I'm not doing it, I'm really not doing it, and this has nothing to do with me. ”

The little girl hurriedly said, and after saying that, the little girl quickly took off her work uniform and ran out immediately.

At this juncture, everyone can see that this is the end of Han Qingyun's many injustices and will kill himself.

The lion opened his mouth widely, and when he opened his mouth, it was 300,000.

No one can tolerate this shameful behavior of ripping off customers.

The other party's helpers came, carrying machetes one by one, this scene alone was scary enough, who dared to step forward to count the money.

You can't just give up your life for a job, right?

"Young Master Han, I... I'm not doing it anymore! ”

"Yes, yes, we don't want this month's salary, Young Master Han wishes you peace and well. ”

If the first person chooses to flee, there will be the second person and the third person.

In an instant, all the staff inside the huge Zilanxuan fled in fear, leaving only Han Qingyun alone.

"I... I..."

Han Qingyun stared at this scene, and the whole person stood in place and fell into infinite mess.

"Smack!"

In the next second, Han Qingyun, who was stunned in place, was slapped in the face, and the hot stinging sensation made Han Qingyun's soul tremble.

"Damn, are you waiting for the slip to arrive in inkblot time? ”

Yang Chen threw away the broken glass ballast in his hand, and glared at Han Qingyun with a machete full of cold air.

"Count... I'll count, big brother, don't do it, I'll count..."

Staring at the empty space in Zilanxuan, Han Qingyun's face was full of despair...