The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

The flat-headed boss pondered for a long time, and then confirmed to Ye Zhibing: "Are you really going to give me this sports car?"

Ye Zhibing smiled and nodded, "That's right."

The flat-headed boss smiled with satisfaction, "Okay. Since you are so sincere, I won't pursue the matter of you beating my brother. Come on, give me the car keys, and I'll go for a drive."

Ye Zhibing felt in the pocket of his trousers, pretending to be surprised and shouting: "Oh, bad, I forgot..."

The flat-headed boss felt tense, this sports car is too beautiful, if you drive it around the town, it will be so cool, it will make everyone in the town envy and hate.

Shouldn't something go wrong now?

"Brother, what's the matter? Lost the key?"

The flat-headed boss asked Ye Zhibing, intending to ask his brother to help him find the key.

Ye Zhibing pretended to be nervous for a while, then suddenly laughed, very loudly.

The flat-headed boss was puzzled, frowned and asked Ye Zhibing: "What's the matter, brother? Have you found the key?"

Ye Zhibing patted his thigh and said with a smile: "Brother, it's like this. I remembered that I came here by car. This car doesn't belong to me, and the license plate number is wrong. It's just the same model as mine. I thought it was my car, lol."

The flat-headed boss suddenly became angry, Nima, are you kidding me?

It's not your car, no wonder you are so generous and give it away as soon as you say it.

He waved his hand, "Come on, brothers, remove the parts from this guy."

Ye Zhibing smiled and put on a defensive posture, very happy in his heart, he actually believed the so-called boss of the Baishan Society, which is really touching.

This group of people was about to rush up and beat Ye Zhibing when they suddenly heard someone shouting in a shrill voice: "You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch!"

The fierce look on the flat-headed boss's face suddenly disappeared, and instead he showed a look of embarrassment.

"All stop, all stop." The flat-headed boss yelled a few times, and the punks stopped obediently, looked at him, and waited for the next step.

The person who shouted staggered over, and the gangsters lowered their heads to make way for him, until he walked up to the flat-headed boss.

The man was a thin old man, wearing a simple light blue Chinese tunic suit, which already looked very old.

He yelled at the flat-headed boss: "Nie Zi, Nie Zi, you are still a human with so many people bullying a foreigner on the street!"

The boss with the flat head was scolded mercilessly by the old man. He lowered his head and kept silent, letting the old man scold him.

The old man is also very capable. He scolded the flat-headed boss for a long time without repeating the words.

Ye Zhibing listened and roughly understood the relationship between the old man and the boss.

It turned out that they were still in a father-son relationship. Unexpectedly, the father was simple and honest, but the son was so perverse, and pomegranates grew on the plum tree.

The flat-headed boss didn't say a word to his father's scolding, but he sneaked a glance at Ye Zhibing so that Ye Zhibing could see it.

This kid pretended to be a filial son in front of his father, but he looked at Ye Zhibing with resentment.

The old man sprayed his saliva for a long time, and the flat-headed boss listened obediently.

"If you don't go back and reflect on yourself, if you continue like this, you will go to prison sooner or later, and I will raise your son for nothing."

The old man was saddened by the evil deeds of the flat-headed boss, and worried about losing his son. It can be described as a love-hate relationship.

The flat-headed boss winked at his subordinates. It seemed that this was not the first time that his subordinates did this, and they dispersed in a tacit understanding.

When these people left, the flat-headed boss coaxed his father: "Father, look, they are all going home, let's go back too."

The old man looked around and saw that everyone was gone, so he stared at Pingtou Laodao: "Okay, you must go back with me, and you are not allowed to sneak back to trouble others."

The flat-headed old man nodded repeatedly, "Father, I understand, I won't sneak out to trouble him, don't worry."

The old man grabbed the hand of the flat-headed boss, turned to Ye Zhibing and said, "Young man, hurry up, I raised an unfilial son, and it hurt you, I'm sorry."

Ye Zhibing felt the kindness and simplicity of the old man, and also lamented that his son's behavior was so evil that the old man couldn't control it, so he could only do his best.

In this regard, Ye Zhibing said gratefully to the old man: "Thank you uncle, I will leave now."

Ye Zhibing turned around, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door of the sports car, and slowly got into the car.

The flat-headed boss saw it behind the old man and was furious.

This kid lied to him again, the sports car was clearly his, and he even said it belonged to someone else.

He turned his head to look for his own people, and saw a few younger brothers sticking out their heads from various places to check the situation, so he gestured to them with the other hand, telling them to keep Ye Zhibing.

It wasn't until he saw that his subordinates nodded to show they understood, and some people drove motorcycles to block the road ahead, did the flat-headed boss relax and concentrate on coaxing his father to go home.

Ye Zhibing started the sports car, checked the direction, and started driving in the direction of Qingyun Mountain.

Unexpectedly, at the intersection of the town when I first arrived, I saw a few big rocks in the middle of the road, and a few motorcycles, blocking the way.

And on both sides of the road stood four or five gangsters holding steel pipes and wooden clubs, staring at his sports car.

Ye Zhibing stopped slowly, knowing that the battle with Baishanhui was inevitable.

Since it can't be avoided, let's do a good deed by the way and teach the old man a lesson for the unfilial son of the flat-headed boss.

Ye Zhibing got out of the car, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then asked the gangsters on the side of the road: "When is your boss coming?"

A gangster snorted, "I will come to kill you soon."

Ye Zhibing laughed, "You talk too much, be careful with your tongue."

The gangsters were still clamoring, but Ye Zhibing ignored them.

These little characters all listen to the flat-headed boss. It is better to capture the thief first and capture the king. When the flat-headed boss comes, just teach the flat-headed boss a lesson.

After waiting for a while, I saw the flat-headed boss rushing forward from the town on a motorcycle with some people.

Seeing that Ye Zhibing and the sports car were both there, the flat-headed boss couldn't help being overjoyed, and led his men to surround Ye Zhibing.

He jumped off the motorcycle, strode towards Ye Zhibing, and shouted: "Stinky boy, you played with me just now, let's see how I deal with you now."

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "Brother, you just promised not to trouble me in front of your father, are you farting?"

The flat-headed boss had originally reprimanded his father for being so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, but now Ye Zhibing brought this up, which really made him furious.

"Made, you kid wants to die, brothers go up together and cut him down."

The flat-headed boss took the lead in the charge, took out a switchblade from the back of his waist, drew it away, and approached Ye Zhibing with a roar.