Chapter 159: Thunder on the Flat Earth (Part II)

Yang Mucheng's car quickly rushed to the entrance of the park, where many people had already gathered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 However, there is no traffic police to maintain order.

Before getting out of the car, the driver asked Yang Mucheng if he wanted him to stay and help. Although the words were simple, Yang Mucheng knew that this must have been instructed by Zhao Fengwu.

Yang Mucheng originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it for a while, he nodded and agreed. The driver was a middle-aged man of forty years old, with a flat head, sunglasses, a slightly fat figure and extremely popular facial features. He belongs to the kind of person who will not be noticed at first sight in the crowd, but he is definitely the kind of person who will remember it if someone looks closely. On his body, there is an obvious atmosphere of rivers and lakes!

walked into the circle of onlookers with the driver, and Yang Mucheng was a little angry for the first time!

An apparently limited-edition Lamborghini was parked on the side of the road, and next to the car was a boy wearing a white hair cover, with a fair face and feminine features, leaning in front of the car.

In front of the feminine boy, two muscular men with obvious characteristics of graduating from a sports school are grabbing Wang Xiaobo on the left and right. Wang Xiaobo's face was already swollen, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, obviously from being beaten just now.

"Let people go!"

Yang Mucheng walked up to the feminine boy and spoke in a deep voice.

The feminine boy glanced at him with slanted eyes, and pointed to the side of the car door, which was covered with a terrible scratch. said: "Let go of him, you will pay for this car?" ā€

"I'll pay for the car,"

Yang Mucheng agreed, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Let people go." ā€

"I know you run an investment company and you're making a decent profit. I also know that you know Zang Zhentian, Qi Baoguang, and you also know that you work part-time in Mingyue Porcelain Palace, and I also know that several of your classmates are also doing business in Pengcheng. However, your current ability really can't afford to pay me for this car. When I bought it, the car was ten million. But now, it's a limited edition. In other words, if I give you money, you will not be able to buy a car like mine again. Do you pay? How do you pay? ā€

The feminine boy reported Yang Mucheng's details in one breath, and then looked directly at him and spoke.

Yang Mucheng's pupils narrowed slightly, this feminine boy is so clear about his own details, isn't he targeting Xiaobo today, but coming at himself?

"Wood, this is a matter between me and him, you don't have to meddle in it. You go, leave me alone. I don't believe he dared to kill me! Let's go! Come on! ā€

Wang Xiaobo didn't seem to want Yang Mucheng to be involved, and was grabbed by two muscular men and struggled hard, yelling loudly.

"It's quite backbone! However, what you're chattering about here really annoys me. Pump his mouth! ā€

The feminine boy's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke coldly.

Syllable! Syllable! ――

Two crisp sounds came out, but the raised hands of the two muscular men who grabbed Wang Xiaobo fell on Wang Xiaobo. Yang Mucheng suddenly attacked, made a move with both hands at the same time, grabbed the arms of the two people at once, and suddenly shook and waved, and the two muscular men were all overturned by him and fell heavily to the ground.

This action was only completed in a blink of an eye, and even Wang Xiaobo, who was rescued by Yang Mucheng, did not see what was happening.

Although the feminine boy had heard that Yang Mucheng could fight, he didn't expect that his combat power could be described as superb, and his face changed slightly.

The driver who followed Yang Mucheng all the way over inadvertently enlarged his eyes, and he observed Yang Mucheng according to the boss's wishes. Looking at Yang Mucheng's shot, he agreed and recognized from the bottom of his heart. A man can lose anything, but he can't lose the blood that a man should have.

The driver also fought and killed in his early years, because he has honed his mind with the boss in the past few years, and the society and the world have indeed changed. Therefore, many times he began to learn to take the route of strategy in doing things. However, in his bones, he still loves bloody scenes.

Zhongtian Club is a private club, to put it bluntly, it is a place for the big boss to hold internal gatherings within the family group and entertain VIPs, and deal with some things that cannot see the light.

In the Zhongtian Club, there are often some rich second generations, second generations of officials and even third generations of red gatherings, and these people dare not make trouble in the Zhongtian Club. The other is that even if he makes trouble, he will pull his qualifications first. Far inferior to the driver when they were young, they didn't say a word, and the beer bottle went straight over, the flowers bloomed on the top of their heads, and blood splashed everywhere!

No courage, no responsibility. Only dare to hide under the wings of their parents, this is the young man now!

Although there are occasionally one or two phoenix men, peacock women counterattack at the grassroots. However, once they have some achievements, they will also become timid, lest they lose their hard-won connections and wealth.

In the eyes of drivers, today's young people are undoubtedly the Beat Generation!

Now seeing that Yang Mucheng didn't say a word, and directly started to kill the person who beat his brother, he couldn't help but make his eyes light up. The corners of his mouth went up, and he watched with amusement how the play below would be played.

"I*! Playing sneak attack?! ā€

The two muscular men turned over at the same time and moved their bodies, the muscles and bones around their bodies crackled, but they really practiced kung fu for a few days.

"Lao Tzu pinched your eggs today!"

The muscular man with a meaty face snorted coldly, and smashed his fist at Yang Mucheng.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ――

Yang Mucheng took Wang Xiao** to the side, faced the man who rushed over, did not retreat but advanced, and suddenly bullied in front of him, raised his right hand repeatedly, and slapped him three times in the face. The muscular man who hit was dizzy, and before he could react, Yang Mucheng dodged back and returned to the original place.

This change, at first glance, it looks like Yang Mucheng has been beaten by someone standing still. And Yang Mucheng stood in place, quite a bit of immortal wind bones, the demeanor of a grandmaster.

"I'll fuck your uncle!"

The other muscular man also saw a flower in front of him, and his brother was stunned as if he was beaten stupidly. In the blink of an eye, they have completely fallen to the bottom of the wind. A face completely fell to the ground. looked at the ugly face of the "young master" next to the car, roared angrily, and rushed towards Yang Mucheng with his fist.

When Yang Mucheng was about to rush in front of him, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked it hard in the muscular man's stomach.

Bang! ――

The muscular man directly fell down and knelt in front of Yang Mucheng.

"Took my car and beat my people. It seems that this matter is bound to make a big deal today! ā€

The feminine boy leaned in front of the car the whole time, and did not speak until he was sure that the two brothers were no longer able to fight.

"Han Peng, this is a grudge between the two of us, what is coming at me, don't embarrass my friend!"

Wang Xiaobo heard the feminine boy speak, his face became obviously ugly, and he stood up and spoke loudly.

"Coming at you?"

Han Peng laughed disdainfully and said, "You are also worthy?" ā€

"It's a big deal, one life for another! No one has two lives! ā€

Wang Xiaobo clenched his fists and spoke to Han Peng with red eyes.

"You can try! As long as you have the courage and guts of this! ā€

Han Peng was still extremely disdainful, and the posture and mentality of the superior were completely exposed. And, after saying this, he no longer paid attention to Wang Xiaobo, but turned to Yang Mucheng and said, "Now it's you who lose." Tell me, how did this end? ā€

"If you want to be private, how much should you pay for this car. I don't have the cash, I can bet the company on you. If you still don't agree, call the police. Let the law determine how to compensate. ā€

Yang Mucheng spoke indifferently.

"Don't talk nonsense about lawsuits, it's all!"

Han Peng smiled: "You and I both know in our hearts that if this matter does not meet my satisfaction, I will not give up." ā€

"I'm not going to be slaughtered."

Yang Mucheng rarely let him speak.

"What's going on? What's going on? ā€

Just as the two of them looked at each other in a stalemate, the voices of several patrol officers came from the periphery.

"It's almost time for the kids to go home and go to bed. If you really want to talk about things, you can go to the Zhongtian Club to talk. Han Peng, do you still know me? My old Kong's face is worthless, but Mr. Zhao still has a little personal relationship with your father. If you both agree, go home separately today, and then go to the Zhongtian Club another day to talk about this matter. If you can't talk about it in the Zhongtian Club, then whether you will fight a lawsuit or a fight depends on your own ability. What do you think? ā€

But it was the driver of the Zhongtian Club who spoke before the patrol officers squeezed over.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. There is a statement from the Zhongtian Club, and this bit of face still has to be given. ā€

Han Peng had noticed it as early as when Yang Mucheng and Lao Kong came in together, but he had been deliberately pretending not to see it. Now, Yang Mucheng has shown that they will definitely not be able to take advantage of the combat power, and the patrol is coming again, and he just took advantage of Lao Kong's words to go down the steps.

"Three days later, I'll see you in the Zhongtian Club!"

Han Peng gestured to Yang Mucheng with a three, and then waved his hand: "Let's go!" ā€

"What are you doing? What's going on? ā€

It was only then that the patrolman crowded in front of him to see what people on both sides were talking to.

"It's nothing, I accidentally touched the car while walking just now, and it has been resolved, and we have both agreed to go private."

Lao Kong has been on the occasion for a long time, and a few words of the scene have coped with the past.

Of course, those patrol officers also knew that things were not so simple when they looked at the horrific scratches on the Lamborghini and the swollen faces of Wang Xiaobo and the muscular man.

However, the rule has always been that the people do not raise their opinions, and the officials do not hold them accountable. Since neither party spoke, the patrolmen said a few words to maintain order, and then dispersed.

"Little brother, do you need me to take you back to the Zhongtian Club to see Mr. Zhao now?"

Lao Kong spoke to Yang Mucheng.

"Not today. I'll show my brother if it hurts me anywhere. Thank you for today's event. When I finish dealing with my brother's affairs, I will definitely go to the Zhongtian Club to thank you and Mr. Zhao. ā€

Yang Mucheng spoke politely. (To be continued.) )