Cheng Zhihui smiled coldly.

He said disapprerovingly: "Who are you? A waste son-in-law of the Xia family in Dongshi!"

"A poor guy who brags that he can afford to buy ten BMWs!"

"A soft rice man who only reaches out and asks his wife for money. ”

"How's it going??!"

Every sentence carries with extreme contempt and disdain.

Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng with contempt and contempt.

However.

The answer to Cheng Zhihui was Jiang Cheng's words that could calm Jiangbei as soon as he said it: "Indeed, but what is even more awesome is still in the end!"

"Cheng Zhihui, I can promise that one day you will regret what you said today. ”

"Poofha. Hearing Jiang Cheng's braggadocio words, the surrounding classmates burst into laughter and couldn't hold back.

They all looked at Jiang Cheng with meaningful eyes.

Then one by one sneered: "Xinyi, I was still thinking about how wretched and useless your husband is, I haven't seen you mention him in the past three years of class reunions." ”

"I also bought ten BMWs, I saw him riding a small broken electric car a few days ago!"

"What's wrong with this! Is this crazy because of the divorce? As long as he makes others regret it? Look at the dozens of dollars of street stalls he wears! What kind of bragging!"

“.......”

Cheng Zhihui was smiling contemptuously.

Xia Xinyi was also laughing sarcastically.

Everyone present was laughing at Jiang Cheng, laughing at his indiscretion, laughing at him for being a waste, laughing at him for pretending to be a ...... when he was dying

It was at this time!

The head of the Emperor Cheng Martial Arts Pavilion, with a group of men wearing practice uniforms, walked over with a majestic attitude, and the guests passing by were all frightened by this momentum and hid aside.

"Steward!"

Cheng Zhihui saw that the chief manager had brought more than a dozen people over, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he pointed to Jiang Cheng's figure and said to the chief manager: "You finally came over, this is this person, it's him!"

"He will practice the martial arts of the family, boss, you must help me teach him a lesson!"

The manager is a strong middle-aged man and a martial arts instructor!

Seeing Jiang Cheng's weak and unruly appearance, he laughed disapprovingly, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Just him?"

"I thought it was some kind of master, but I didn't expect it to be just a garbage mixed with a small society. ”

Jiang Cheng let go of Xia Xi's hand.

Walked forward, put his hands behind his back, looked around the audience, and blurted out the tone, domineering and confident: "It's me!"

"But you're here to teach me a lesson, with all due respect, trash!"

"It's not enough for me to play for a minute!"

Xia Xinyi was speechless to Jiang Cheng.

Still pretending to be forced?

He didn't know who was standing in front of him! But the head of the No. 1 Martial Arts Gym in Dongshi had even participated in the national martial arts competition!

"It's arrogant!"

The manager squinted his eyes and snorted disdainfully: "The last person who talked to me like you is still lying in the hospital!"

"I don't care about your kind of garbage. ”

"Thirteen, abolish him!"

The chief manager spoke to his apprentice with an extremely disdainful expression, including everyone present who showed the expression that Jiang Cheng was about to finish, and had already made up the scene of Jiang Cheng being beaten to the ground!

Cheng Zhihui clenched his fingers excitedly.

Shoot him!

Kill this shit!

He wanted to see this poor crunch being beaten down with his own eyes, and he wanted to see Jiang Cheng kneeling and begging for mercy with his own eyes....... The more he thought about it, the more excited Cheng Zhihui became, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

And yet—

Next second!