President of Melee Soldier Wang Qiao

It was Zhang Shutong who looked unremarkable in coarse linen clothes, followed by the Bai Cangsheng who looked like a hill!
"You dare to come." Zhao Qingming looked resentful, and when he saw Zhang Shutong, he struggled to remember, but because of the severe pain all over his body, he could only lie obediently.

Zhao Qingfeng trembled, and he didn't even dare to look at the smiling Zhang Shutong.

"I heard that you are the eldest son of the Zhao family." Zhang Shutong asked with a smile.

"Yes, now you know you're afraid?" Zhao Qingming snorted coldly. The eldest son of the Zhao family is not kidding. He will inherit the entire Zhao family's connections and property in the future. How can he be compared with a street hooligan like him? "Kowtow to me now and admit my mistake, maybe I can give you a chance to live."

The two people on the other side also showed a cold smile. No matter how you look at it, these two people are just reckless people with no great skills. As long as they are willing, they can chop up this grandson at any time.

They began to look forward to Zhao Qingming's words, and they could show their mighty side in front of the young master and eldest lady.

"Do you have a son?" Zhang Shutong asked.

"Do you want to be my son?" Hearing what he said, Zhao Qingming grinned, did he really intend to admit defeat to himself? !

Zhao Qingming really wanted to laugh out loud, but because of his injuries, he could only hold back his excitement.

"It seems that there are none." Zhang Shutong answered irrelevantly, then nodded, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, why are you talking so much nonsense, kneel down and kowtow to me as soon as you leave, I can let you go." Zhao Qingming casually pointed to the position under his bed, and said gloomily: "If you don't kneel, you will be at your own risk .”

"Master, he came to apologize to you himself, let alone kneeling, even if he licked your feet, he would be willing."

"Hurry up. After kneeling, our young master still needs to rest. Why don't you ask the young master to be merciful and save your life?"

Hahaha. . . . .

After the two finished speaking, they laughed loudly and looked at Zhang Shutong with a sarcasm.

Zhang Shutong spread his hands and said nothing.

Bai Cangsheng shook his head, pointed at those two people and said: "Damn it, you two are so fucking wretched that you are looking for death."

Afterwards, when the two saw Bai Cangsheng rushing towards them, they sneered disapprovingly, and then attacked him.

With two loud bangs, the two of them were thrown into the air by Bai Cangsheng, and they passed out completely.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation, Zhao Qingming realized that he seemed to have misunderstood Zhang Shutong, so he couldn't help swallowing.

"I want you to be the best descendant of the Zhao family, starting with you." Zhang Shutong swayed to the side of the bed.

Zhao Qingming subconsciously covered his lower body with those two injured hands, but it was still a step too late, and Zhang Shutong's fist came down like a big hammer.

After a slight cracking sound came, Zhao Qingming let out a groan and widened his eyeballs, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead in an instant.

"I'm relieved." Zhang Shutong withdrew his fist and smiled faintly.

Zhao Qingming wanted to say something, but he just paused for two seconds. Under the tremendous pain, he lowered his head and glanced somewhere in himself, then passed out.

With just one punch, Zhang Shutong smashed the thing he was proud of into pieces, and he couldn't even connect it.

After finishing his business, when Zhang Shutong turned to leave, he saw Zhao Qingfeng who was pale and trembling beside the bed.

There is no longer the arrogance of the eldest lady, no more domineering arrogance, only fear and flustered.

Zhao Qingfeng thought that Zhang Shutong, who didn't play cards according to common sense, would come to her brother, and she also thought that this deep city guy would not apologize to her brother.But he never expected that he would dare to chase after him to the hospital and smash his brother's thing with a punch.

After knowing the Zhao family's background, you dare to commit murder so blatantly, how bold is it? !

"Is it because I was too rough just now?" Zhang Shutong walked over, touched her head, and said with a smile: "Have you seen what happened just now?"

Zhao Qingfeng nodded, then realized something, and immediately shook his head. At that moment, all he could think of was the scenes of murder and silence in TV and movies.

"It's okay if you see it, your brother dare not call the police." Zhang Shutong smiled very warmly, even with a bit of the sunshine of a big boy: "As long as it doesn't scare you, it's fine."

After Zhao Qingfeng paused for a few seconds, he covered the corners of his mouth and looked at the three people who had passed out. Tears welled up in his eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out.

After all, she is still a little girl, without such a big pattern and courage.

"When Zhao Qingming wakes up, tell him that I will come again." Zhang Shutong still stroking her cheek lightly with a smile on his face, and said as if coaxing a child: "You are obedient, we will not make things difficult for you."

"Grandma is so ugly, this little girl is not bad, boss, let's give her a hard time first, such a handsome girl is not easy to find." Bai Cangsheng touched his lower body, and fixed his eyes on her body. After a circle, he said: "As long as she takes good care of our brothers, she will let him go."

After hearing what he said, Zhao Qingfeng cried even harder, biting his palm tightly, not daring to make a sound.

"Don't be so vulgar. What does it mean to serve our brothers well and let her go?" Zhang Shutong scolded, and then said: "You should kill the girl first."

When Zhao Qingfeng heard the first half of the sentence, he was quite happy, but when he heard the second half, he collapsed on the spot.

After that, she saw the two of them laughing and walking away amidst the tears in their eyes.

Zhao Qingfeng took out his mobile phone, but after a long time, he still couldn't dial the three numbers 110.

……

The Qin Family Courtyard, a courtyard located in the suburbs, has complete supporting facilities and is surrounded by mountains and rivers. It can be regarded as a clean place.

The yard is opened wide, and once you open the gate, you can see the huge screen inside, which has a bit of the elegance of a scholarly family.

In the room, the two old men had a good conversation. Sitting next to them was a young and elegant woman, who was dignified and elegant, and did not interrupt or disturb. She just watched them chatting quietly. Would you like to serve them? Tea is poured, and the performance is graceful.

"Yitian, this is the military god of the year. He represented Huaxia to the United States to participate in the World Soldier King Competition. Although he has an oriental physique, he won the championship in the competition and made a name for himself in the world. On the African battlefield, he even brought a platoon of troops. Fighting fiercely with hundreds of reactionary troops, not only was he not at a disadvantage, he was able to save dozens of hostages from them. He is brave and good at fighting. He is even a referee in many military competitions in the world. This kind of honor is the only one in China." The old man Stroking his beard, counting down the glorious opportunities in front of his eyes like a treasure.

Fang Zhongtian waved his hands humbly, saying that he was ashamed.

"Grandpa Fang looks like a dragon among men, a role model for the younger generation to follow." Qin Yitian said unhurriedly.

"You old guy is so lucky." Fang Zhongtian laughed, his face was full of undisguised joy, how could he not be happy to find such a generous and decent wife for that kid.

While they were chatting, the door opened slowly, the old butler made a gesture of please, and then a young man appeared in front of several people.

Zhang Shutong, who was dressed in a suit, looked particularly energetic, and he was finally willing to change out of his street clothes, giving people the impression that he was a bit Confucian and gentle.

It's just that the style of painting changes suddenly in the next moment.