"Damn, Wang Gui, Lao Tzu came to eat at your fried sauce noodle restaurant to give you face! You're doing this, as if we don't give money to eat overlord meals, it's too much! ”

The leader, a young man, Zhou Ming, had an ugly face, and glanced at Wang Gui coldly, with a fierce look in his eyes.

However, in front of many onlookers, Zhou Ming couldn't go too far, so he could only suppress his anger and hatred in his heart, planning to turn back and take revenge.

Sun Hai, another young disciple of the Tianwu Martial Arts Pavilion, was a smiling tiger, pulling Zhou Ming and saying to Wang Gui, the owner of the fried sauce noodle restaurant:

"Keep it on your books! Our Tianwu Martial Arts Hall is not short of this money, and we will give it to you in a few days! ”

Boss Wang Gui pleaded, and said in a low voice:

"Little brother, I can't help it! You've been on credit for months, and you're all practicing martial arts, and you're eating a lot! Thirty-seven thousand are already in arrears! Our small business is now dependent on borrowing to maintain, otherwise there will be no money to buy! Please settle it......"

Bang!

However, before Wang Gui's words were finished, Zhou Ming kicked hard at Wang Gui's soft abdomen.

"Shame on the face! Damn, I told you to keep accounts......"

Zhou Ming's face turned red, looking at the strange eyes of the people around him, the owner of the noodle restaurant was still chattering, and he suddenly couldn't hold his face, so he started on the spot.

He was a young man, and he was also a disciple of the Tianwu Martial Arts Pavilion, and he used great strength.

At this foot, Wang Gui's whole person was kicked several meters away, and he smashed heavily on the wall of the fried sauce noodle restaurant.

"The ...... of the house"

"Daddy......"

Wang Gui's wife, Sun Cuifang, and daughter Wang Lingling, immediately cried and pounced.

I saw that Wang Gui's face was pale at this time, and a large cold sweat oozed from his forehead in pain, as if he had turned on a faucet, and it flowed down in an uproar.

Holding his hands on his soft abdomen, he couldn't say a word in pain, and he gasped.

It's as if the intestines have been kicked off.

But looking at his wife and daughter, Wang Gui reluctantly laughed, waved his hand, and said:

"I didn't ...... It's okay......"

As he spoke, he inhaled sharply, his face was pale and cold sweat was dripping.

Then, in front of everyone's eyes, in front of his wife and daughter, Wang Gui pounced, knelt down straight towards Zhou Ming, Sun Hai and other people from the Tianwu Martial Arts Hall, and pleaded again:

"A few little guys, okay, okay, okay, our noodle shop is really a small business, you have more than 37,000 on credit, we really can't afford it! My daughter is going to school soon, and the family has no money! Even the fried noodles are borrowed to buy materials! Please, please, settle it......"

Listening to the mournful pleading voice of Wang Gui, the owner of the fried sauce noodle restaurant, and watching him kneel on the ground in front of his wife and daughter and pleading hoarsely to several young people, everyone in the audience was moved, and then they talked helplessly and weakly.

"Wang Gui, I know, I came from the countryside to open a fried sauce noodle restaurant in the imperial capital, rented a shop to decorate and buy things, and I have emptied my savings! He is also honest and responsible, and his craftsmanship is excellent, not inferior to the masters in those big hotels. The price is not expensive, so I often come to eat! I didn't expect to encounter such a thing, more than 37,000 in arrears, who can stand this......"

"Be quiet, there are people from the Tianwu Martial Arts Hall on the other side, these people are very domineering! The owner of this fried noodle restaurant thinks he's unlucky! It's already good to pay on credit! ”

"Alas, who said it wasn't, the people of the Martial Arts Hall this day, I heard that the background is huge, and it is useless to report it! These people never give money for eating, saying that they want to keep accounts, which is basically far away! I opened a hot pot restaurant, and these people have been on credit for several years, and they don't give a penny! I came to the door half a year ago, and they almost beat me to death, you look at the scar on my face, it's been half a year, and it's not ......."

"Not to mention eating, they don't pay for anything! The Huaxi supermarket on our street was destroyed by these bastards! Take the big bags and small bags directly, and don't give a penny! It doesn't work to report it to the yamen! If you dare to say a few words, I will directly hit you! ”

"Hehe, keep accounts on credit, but don't give a penny, what's the difference between this and eating an overlord meal? And I can't say it, it's okay not to say it, but if I say it, I will directly hit people! These bastard things, when did someone come and take them......"

"Be quiet, be quiet, be careful that they hear and hit you, these brutes are very ......"

The shop owners and old customers on this street looked at the eyes of the people of the Heavenly Martial Arts Hall with a strong look of anger and resentment, but they dared not speak out, so they could only talk in a whisper.

And Chen Wudi's family was also a little ugly at this time, and looked at these bastards with disgust.

"Dad, these people are so bad......"

Xiaocao hugged Chen Wudi's neck and said timidly.

Chen Wudi gently stroked his daughter's little head, and his eyes looked at those people from the Tianwu Martial Arts Hall with cold eyes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, Wang Gui, the owner of the fried sauce noodle restaurant, had already begun to kowtow, kowtowing and begging:

"Okay, I really can't hold on, I still have an old mother and wife to support, and my daughter is about to go to elementary school! If there are more than 37,000 in the book, you will give 30,000 or not......"

Wang Gui was on this commercial street, close to the Tianwu Martial Arts Pavilion, how could he not know the ferocity and domineering of these people, and knew that he would definitely be retaliated against and beaten.

But he can't help it, he really can't help it.

He has only been open for a few months, and these days the people in the martial arts hall think that he is doing a good job of fried noodles, and they call friends to come over every day to eat and drink, and they practice martial arts, and they are young people, and they eat a lot.

In the end, they didn't give a penny, more than 37,000, where can a small noodle restaurant like them afford?

Even to buy materials, you have to borrow money to be able to afford it.

And his hometown still has old parents to support, and he still has his wife and daughter to support, and his daughter is about to reach the age of elementary school, and there are too many places to need money, and she really can't hold on......

Even if you know that you will be beaten or humiliated, you still have to ask for money.

Because he's not just a man......

Wang Gui's kowtowing voice and pleading voice echoed.

Plop!

At this time, Wang Gui's wife, Sun Cuifang, also knelt down, crying and begging:

"Please, pay back a little money, we really can't hold on, please, I'll kowtow to you......"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sun Cuifang kowtowed heavily, and the skin on her forehead was broken, oozing blood.