Han Gaofeng yelled, "Kill this bastard for me! I'll take care of what I'm going to do to my death."

"Whoever beats him to a cripple, I personally reward him with a million."

Hearing this, the dumbfounded bodyguards quickly took action.

Everyone surrounded Song Feng in the middle, and their fists fell like raindrops.

A few seconds later, more than twenty bodyguards who surrounded Song Feng flew out upside down.

The movement here immediately attracted the attention of the person in charge of the club.

Knowing that someone was looking for trouble with Han Gaofeng, the person in charge of the club ordered the security guards to be on standby.

Han Gaofeng had a head-on conflict with the enemy, and the security guard of the club had to immediately come forward to suppress the chaos.

"It's good that you're here, this bastard is here with his fists and feet, not only injured me, but also my bodyguards were also knocked down by him, you quickly subdue this murderer."

With a large number of footsteps, dozens of heavily armed clubhouse security guards appeared on the scene.

Seeing them, Han Gaofeng was like seeing relatives.

With the help of several rich boys, Han Gaofeng struggled to get up from the ground.

Order the security guards to work together and be sure to cripple Song Feng.

As long as Song Feng falls into his own hands, he vows to let Song Feng taste what life is better than death.

The security captain looked at Song Feng and said, "This gentleman, are these people really beaten by you?"

Song Feng smiled lightly, "That's right, they were indeed put down by me, but there is one thing, you are mistaken."

"What's that?"

The security captain said in a deep voice.

Song Feng not only admitted to beating people, but also acted like no one else.

has been the captain of the security guard for many years, and he has seen countless ruthless characters, but he has never seen a guy like Song Feng, whose psychological state is so good.

Song Feng said with a smile: "It was these people who made the first move, and I hit them just in self-defense."

"What nonsense you talk about! Obviously, you did it first."

A rich boy stood up and retorted, "If you hadn't pulled Han Shao to the ground, Han Shao wouldn't have ordered the bodyguards to beat you."

Song Feng sneered: "He wants to hear the dog bark, and you guys are coaxing next to him, such a strange request, this is the first time I have heard it in my life, since I want to hear the dog bark, I naturally want to fulfill him, is there anything wrong with doing this?"

"You bastard!!

Han Gaofeng gritted his teeth and said, "I'm asking you to kneel down and learn to bark, not for you to knock me to the ground."

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly."

Song Feng looked at the group of security guards and said, "Everyone, this is a personal grudge between me and Han Gaofeng, you'd better not interfere."

"Mr. Song?"

Just then, an unexpected person appeared.

"Mr. Wang."

Seeing the appearance of Mr. Wang, who had just befriended him, Song Feng showed a surprised expression.

"Boss."

Dozens of security guards greeted Mr. Wang in unison.

Song Feng smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, is this your property?"

"Exactly."

Mr. Wang came to the center of the hall in three or two steps, looked at Han Gaofeng with a murderous face, and turned his head to Song Feng.

"Just now Young Master Han said that someone came to trouble him, the person he said couldn't be you, right?"

"It's me."

Hearing Song Feng's affirmative answer, Mr. Wang smiled helplessly.

On one side is the Han family, an old customer of the club.

On the other side is the third young master of the Song family with a mysterious identity.

If they continue to do this, things will surely expand indefinitely.

Mr. Wang decided to stand up as a peacemaker and reconcile the grievances between the two.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Wang walked up to Han Gaofeng, patted the ashes on Han Gaofeng's body, and said apologetically: "Han Shao, you should have heard it, Mr. Song and I are good friends, can you give me a face, this matter is over?"

"Don't worry, there is one courtesy

There will be, and in the past two days, I will pick an auspicious day for the zodiac, set down the wine of reparation, and personally apologize to you."

"Mr. Wang, what do you mean by that?"

Han Gaofeng had a gloomy face and asked, "Are you asking me to swallow this breath?" Let Song Feng go of this bastard?"

Mr. Wang said, "If Han Shao has other conditions, even if he speaks, I will do my best to meet them."

"Mr. Song and I have been friends for many years, as the saying goes, don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, for the sake of the past friendship between you and me, please Han Shao sell me a favor."

"Humph! I can promise anything else, but this one, it can't be."

Han Gaofeng said coldly: "I don't care how many years you and Song Feng have known each other, all in all, he has embarrassed me many times, if I don't avenge this revenge, how can I gain a foothold in the upper circles in the future?"

"Mr. Wang pleaded with me for a friend, so he didn't think about it, you and I also have a friendship and are also friends?"

Hearing that Han Gaofeng refused to let go of Song Feng, Mr. Wang's face gradually became stiff.

Mr. Wong is not only an antique collector, but also a businessman, and a very shrewd businessman.

Song Feng did not admit it positively, he was the third young master of the Song family in Kyoto.

The identity can already be proved by the ability to identify antiques alone.

The Song family is a well-known first-line wealthy family in China, and the third young master of Song, who helped the Song family be promoted from a third-rate family to a first-class wealthy family, is a legend among legends.

As for Han Gaofeng, he is also a wealthy family.

But when it comes to overall strength, the Han family and the Song family are somewhat different.

Who to help and who not to help is not a dilemma for Mr. Wang.

After completing the calculation of the pros and cons that were not difficult, Mr. Wang straightened his face and said, "Han Shao is not going to sell my face?"

"It's not that you don't sell face, it's that your demands are too much!"

Han Gaofeng clearly told Mr. Wang that he could not kill Song Feng.

Kneel down in public and kowtow a hundred times, this matter still has to be discussed.

If Song Feng continued to maintain the posture of no one in his eyes, not afraid of heaven and earth, and unwilling to compromise, Han Gaofeng would inevitably make Song Feng pay the price of blood.

"In that case, we can only do business."

Mr. Wang returned to Song Feng's side, waved his hand and said, "Come on, invite Young Master Han and his friends, bodyguards, all out."

As soon as these words came out, the scene was stunned.

The rich boy who followed Han Gaofeng seriously suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Han Gaofeng and Mr. Wang, the owner of the club, have a very good relationship on weekdays.

For the sake of a little-known Song Feng, Mr. Wang actually wants to break with the Han family?

The security captain and a large number of security guards under him did not expect that things would change so much.

The purpose of the security guards was to help Han Gaofeng drive away the enemy at a critical moment.

Now, their mission has changed dramatically.

"The surname Wang, you have a kind, you really have a kind!!

Han Gaofeng roared like thunder: "If you don't give our Han family face, tomorrow, our Han family won't give you face."

Mr. Wang said expressionlessly, "Tomorrow's matter will be discussed tomorrow, let's deal with the current matter first."