C19 What Scared?

Zhang Ming was shocked, and only now did he notice that something was amiss. This group of people could definitely stop him from bringing them down, but why did they let him do it for so long?

He suddenly felt a wave of lingering fear in his heart.

The corners of Ming Yao's mouth curled up as he let out a playful laugh. Little brat, I want to fight with you.

"What? Scared?"

Zhang Ming calmed himself down and slowly stood up with one hand on the ground. I'm afraid of you, no matter what you do. Since he was here today, he had to smash it to the end.

Looking at his subordinates, they were dumbfounded. Zhang Ming shouted angrily.

"What are you all standing around for? Attack!"

The bullies had their eyes red, they were only shocked for a moment when they saw someone come out, and then they reacted.

He had been in the society for the past few years and had never seen anything like this before. The group of men in black were only at the same level as him. No, it might not even compare to them. Being a hoodlum didn't have any other abilities. From a young age until now, most of the things he did were just fighting.

After some fighting and kicks were thrown out, many of the delinquents wrapped themselves up and became the bodyguards of the rich families. He lived a leisurely life of guarding the door and others.

This was a common occurrence in their own circle. It was the way out for those hoodlums who could not keep up.

He had been around for so many years, eating delicacies and drinking spicy wine. There was still someone wearing the mask over his head. He wondered how many times stronger this group of people were. Thinking of the red flower ticket, his head felt hot, and he rushed forward in groups with a stick in his hand, swinging it randomly.

Leading the way, Lin Feng felt disdain. A trash like him actually dared to come and ruin the scene.

Lin Feng commanded the people behind him in an orderly manner. Then, his body nimbly dodged the incoming rod. He swung his fist without using much effort to knock the hoodlums to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Miserable screams rang out one after another. Zhang Ming stared at the confident and proud expression on the young man's face. Was he afraid? The person I'm looking for isn't anything else, but he definitely has a way to fight. Now that you're lying on the ground licking my shoes, I'll consider letting you go.

Zhang Ming intended to check his own battle record, but he stumbled as he turned around. He was shocked, and a chill spread out from the bottom of his heart.

"Please spare my life!"

The people he had brought with him were lying on the ground in disorder. They were all lying on top of each other, and it was a horrible sight to behold. The group of men in black across from him were as solemn and unharmed as ever.

This group of people were definitely not ordinary bodyguards. They were all practitioners. What was the origin of this bar? It could hire a bunch of practitioners to be its small bodyguards.

Zhang Ming nervously swallowed his saliva, then turned around to look at Zhi Yao. This time, he had fallen here.

However, he was the young master of the Zhang Group and the future successor. Who here didn't know. The bar was full every day, so he decided to tell his family that he had bought the bar. This way, the old man wouldn't say that he didn't work properly all day.

How could a mere owner of a small bar possibly fight with him? Zhang Ming nervously stuttered as he braced himself.

"Today, let's forget about this matter."

He clearly knew how to smile at Yaoyang. Forget it, you said? Then I have no face at all. A fox-like cunning glimmered in his piercing eyes.

"What, you want to leave after destroying everyone in one fell swoop?"

Only now did Zhang Ming realize the danger he was in. Was this person not afraid of him? He dared to find trouble with him.

"You …" What do you want? "

Knowing that, he crossed his legs and put his hands in his pockets, as if he was ready for a negotiation.

"Young Master Zhang is indeed a wise man. You saw it today." "My bar's installation fee, labor fee, casualty fee, as well as the rent during the closing period, the amount that will affect our store's reputation, I'll give you a 20% discount for the fact that Young Master Zhang has frequently come to our store."

Ming Zhiyao casually took out a promissory note.

Fifty million?! This was half of the profits that a company could earn in a year, excluding the board of directors.

Isn't this the same as asking for a lion's head? Zhang Ming was shocked. However, money can solve the problem. The most important thing was to get out of here as soon as possible.

Zhang Ming had a rare moment of intelligence. If he continued to stay here, even if he didn't die, he would still be half crippled.

After typing the promissory note. On the surface, Zhang Ming was smiling as he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait."

Zhang Ming's body froze as he turned around and cuddled his neck in flattery. Ye Zichen looked at him with a flattering smile.

Cold sweat broke out from his heart. This person wouldn't let me write a promissory note and still teach me a lesson, right?

As it turned out, a man's sixth sense was sometimes more accurate than he had expected. For example, now.

Ming Zhiyao laughed coldly. You want to leave just because you fart? He was too naive.

"Someone, send Young Master Zhang off."

Lin Feng and a few other men in black walked up to Zhang Ming and set him up. Zhang Ming struggled as if he was an ant trying to shake a big tree. He was overestimating himself.

In an unknown alley outside the bar, the sound of punching, kicking, and painful wails could be heard. Zhang Ming was beaten black and blue, and his legs were spread out on the ground covered in sewage; it was a horrible sight to see. He widened his unfocused eyes as he was filled with extreme terror.

In the bar, the waiters that hid in their rooms came out one after another to clean up the mess.

Even though he knew Yao Yao was in a good mood while sitting in his seat with a slack-jawed face, he had made a good profit this time. Not much, but it's worth a year's profit in the off-season.

Jin Beilin sat in a private room, unmoved by everything that had happened. That girl should be asleep by now.

Qiao once in a while, Qiao once in a while! Jin Beilin rubbed his swollen head. His mind was filled with Qiao Zhixiang's faint figure. It was as if he had been possessed.

He forced himself to calm down. This wouldn't do. I have to get her home.

At this moment, Qiao Zhi who was sitting on the bed watching TV and eating a mouthful of fruit and snacks was laughing heartily. He did not know that he had been targeted by a big grey wolf.

After eating the last mouthful of fruit. Joe slumped down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Ah, I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time. He felt full of energy and was able to repel a small monster.

Joe slightly for a long time discouraged, in the foreign life forced, not to the heart of the time. He had formed a habit of watching TV dramas and reading books to recharge himself.

Reading books was a good way to accumulate some knowledge and help your major. On the one hand, it could calm you down without you realizing it. He felt as if all the veins in his body had been opened up, and his entire body felt comfortable.

It had to be said that watching TV shows did have miraculous effects.

Just the feeling of substituting himself for a character in a TV series made Qiao Shi feel slightly better. Life didn't seem so bad.

He curled up his body, closed his eyes and slowly let his thoughts wander.

Jin Beilin heard the boast clearly, everything was within his grasp. In this period of time, it was also good to rest and reorganize the bar.

In any case, he wasn't at a disadvantage. It was fine as long as he didn't lose anything and let Yao Yao help with the business.