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C11 What Should I Do

"Yes! Hao-ge! " A Hu straightforwardly bowed and responded in a loud voice.

Then, Zhou Zhenghao stood up, stretched his body and said gently: "Let's go, Fatty Cheng, we will go together. I will let you see that how big brother will vent your anger today!"

...

Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng were bragging about themselves brazenly.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open.

The ten odd burly men quickly rushed into the box, blocking the way out so that even a drop of water could not leak out.

The leading A Hu glanced at Jiang Qiushui and Hu Feng indifferently, "I heard that you guys beat someone, right? Everyone kneels down!"

"Holy sh * t, who are you? You dare to ask me to kneel down! It’s me that beat people! What’s wrong? You're courting death!" Hu Feng drank a few cups of wine, his blood boiling hot as he arrogantly asked.

"Do you want to die?" A Hu's eyes shone with a ferocious light. His face expressed a fierce look.

"The one who will die is you!" Hu Feng was a expert of Taekwondo and thought that he had the ability to be arrogant. Before he finished speaking, he had already stridden forward and kicked towards A Hu's neck with his high whip-like leg.

"Trash!"

A Hu laughed sinisterly, his pincer-like hand stretched out like lightning, grabbed his right leg, and then kicked towards his chest.

With a swoosh, Hu Feng flew three meters away and fell on the ground, with everything ate in the evening vomited up .

He pressed his chest, bared his teeth, and stared at A Hu fearfully, not daring to even fart.

At this moment, everyone's faces turned pale with fright.

Little princesses like Zhao Qianru and Wu Fangfei were all beloved by their parents. When had they ever seen such a scene?

Wu Fangfei was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she immediately screamed.

"Are you guys going to kneel down obediently, or are you going to be beaten like this trash by me?" A Hu swept the audience with his hard eyes, and said indifferently.

"Brother Hu, I know your Owner Hao Ge as well. You just need to bring me to see him! Let my friend leave first! "

However, Jiang Qiushui thought that he was not an ordinary person. He calmly held his hands behind his back, a trace of arrogance flashed across his eyes.

"Damn, how many kilograms of cat piss did you drink tonight? What nonsense are you spouting! Just a little brat like you is worthy for our Hao-ge to know? " The hoodlums sneered, their faces full of ridicule.

He never thought that A Hu and the rest would completely not give him the face. Jiang Qiushui's handsome face also stiffened.

He was a little angry and said angrily, "You dare to talk to me like that? My name is Jiang Qiushui, my uncle is Jiang Jun from Drug Administration. Even if Hao-ge were to come, he would have to give me the face, let alone you! "

"You're saying that I have to give you face. Are you sure that you have so much face?"

A voice filled with ridicule came over from the door, startling Jiang Qiushui.

Surrounded by a few black-clothed men, a tall and sturdy youth, with a gloomy face, slowly walked into the box.

It was Zhou Zhenghao.

"Hao-ge, didn't the words come here? I don't dare to be disrespectful to you! "

Seeing Fatty Cheng following Zhou Zhenghao with a sinister smile, Jiang Qiushui was even more surprised, and immediately tried to curry favor with him.

"Brat, you are very arrogant. You dare to hit someone in my field …"

Zhou Zhenghao sat on a chair handed over to him by Sister Dong Dong, crossing his legs and laughed sinisterly.

"Hao-ge, we are wrong today. For my uncle's face, please let us go this time!"

Jiang Qiushui tried his best to maintain his calm, but his slightly trembling hands still mercilessly revealed the fear in his heart.

"Your uncle? Your uncle is nothing! You can call Jiang Jun and ask him yourself. If I give him the face, would he dare to accept it? "

Zhou Zhenghao opened his eyes wide, and his voice was like rolling thunder, causing Jiang Qiushui's face become pale, and his entire body to tremble.

"Hao-ge, I know I am wrong, as long as you let us go, we can compensate Fatty Cheng with money, what about a hundred thousand?" Jiang Qiushui's face was full of pleading.

"One hundred thousand, you're kidding me! Even if you give me 100 million, I won't care. Today, the key for me is to vent my anger!" Fatty Cheng who was sitting beside Zhou Zhenghao laughed sinisterly.

"All the men present, kneel down before Fatty Cheng and slap yourselves twenty times! Otherwise, you can cut off your fingers! "

Zhou Zhenghao slowly picked up a cigar in his mouth, the flaring flames of the lighter shining on his face making it difficult to read his expression.

Hu-ge and his men threw a dozen knives at everyone's feet.

Everyone was scared silently.

"Are they women? It just so happens that our emperor's palace is lack of Miss. All of you are quite pretty, so why don't you go there to work? Of course, now we need to first try out the bell. Crawl over on our knees, and blow the trumpet for Fatty Cheng! "

Zhou Zhenghao spat out the cigar from his mouth, seemingly not caring at all.

Women like Wu Fangfei and Zhou Yahan were only young noble families with no backing.

This kind of noble women, Zhou Zhenghao did not know how many he had harmed.

He didn't even put a little rich second generation like Zhao Qianru in his eyes. He can bully her if he want. What could you do?

"Qiushui, help me! I don't want to blow the trumpet for him!"

Wu Fangfei trembled in fear, her beautiful face turned pale as she looked at Jiang Qiushui, begging for help.

However, Jiang Qiushui avoided her gaze and endured the humiliation. He slowly knelt and started to slap himself.

Pow!

Pow!

Pow!

The crisp sound of slapping echoed throughout the arena, hitting the tender hearts of everyone present.

Everyone's faces turned pale as their heartbeats quickened. The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"Haha, nice to listen to! It's so crisp and refreshing!"

Fatty Cheng laughed arrogantly, he took off his pants, pointed at Wu Fangfei and said: "Come, come, Miss Wu, why don't you brag for me first!"

Wu Fangfei's heart was filled with despair and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, will my innocent body going to be destroyed here today?

"No, I don't want to be a lady!" The most timid Girl immediately fainted and fell limply onto the ground.

"Hurry up! If you don't come here, I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!" Fatty Cheng roared fiercely.

Wu Fangfei was so scared that she started to cry. She ran to Jiang Qiushui and pulled his arm and wailed: "Brother Jiang, save me, I cannot be destroyed by them!"

"Fangfei, go and boast. Otherwise, we will all be beaten to be a pulp. We won't look down on you …"

Jiang Qiushui had long been scared witless by A Hu's techniques. He only lowered his head with a pale face, wishing he could find a hole to hide in.

"You! And you Zhao Qianru! Hurry up and boast for me! Did you push me just now? You're really reckless!" Fatty Cheng pointed at Zhao Qianru and said with a sneer.

"What should we do?"

Zhao Qianru was also frightened, the delicate body was trembling as she panicked.

Who would have thought that the Great God Zhou Zhenghao would actually be standing behind the Fatty Cheng, he was someone that even Dad could not dare to offend.

"What should we do? Fight! "

Just as everyone thought that nobody would help them, Jiang Tian smiled lightly and took a step forward.

No matter what, Zhao Qianru was still her sister-in-law. He couldn't let others bully her. Otherwise, Xue Qing would be sad if she knew that.

At this moment, everyone's heart made a thump sound. They were all completely stunned.

"Jiang Tian, what are you doing? Didn't you see that even Hu Feng isn't his opponent? If you go over, you're seeking death! "

Jiang Qiushui screamed.

It was only slapping on their faces now. If they angered Zhou Zhenghao, everyone would probably be beaten to be a pulp.

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