The Peerless Berserker of the Beautiful President

"As expected of a divine car!"

Yang Xu praised sincerely.

More than 20 people can be squeezed into a small bread, which is as big as a minibus.

When everyone comes out, there will be five NO.60 people in the dark!
These guys are uniformly dressed, all in black short sleeves, with tattoos all over their arms.

Everyone is carrying a steel pipe, and the momentum is also bluffing.

At least some pedestrians passing by ran away in fright and ran to a safe distance before stopping to admire the rare scenery.

When these guys got out of the car, they all went straight to Haotian Building.

Yang Xu and his husband stood at the door of the company, frowning, and asked coldly: "Hey, hey, hey, stop!"This is a company, not a stray dog ​​rescue station. Where are you going?

Yang Xu's words stunned the gangsters.

Only then did the leader notice Yang Xu, looked up, his face darkened, and he yelled: Damn it!This is the grandson!Brothers, kill him!

The guy's voice fell, and dozens of punks rushed towards Yang Xu in a swarm.

This scene made all the onlookers eating melons very excited. Many people turned pale with fright, but they still stared at them with relish.

Without saying a word, Qiangzi rushed towards those gangsters.

This guy was fast enough and his fist was hard enough. As soon as he made contact, he punched the gangster in front of him.

It's just that he really lacks combat experience, and all his shots are standard martial arts routines. This kind of routine may be fine against serious people in the world, but it seems a bit slow to deal with these gangsters who don't play cards according to common sense. .

After a short time, Qiangzi was opened by a gangster, and the blood dripped on the ground mixed with his cheeks.

Shanzi Qiangzi didn't seem to feel it, and in the blink of an eye, three more gangsters were released.

Yang Xu didn't do anything right away, he was waiting for Heizi's reaction. In addition, he wanted to see if Qiangzi's potential was worth cultivating by himself.

To his relief, although Heizi and the others turned pale with fright, they rushed out with batons and shields.

What made him even more gratified and surprised was that Qiangzi quickly adapted to the rhythm of those gangsters. Although he was hit by a few more poles, he avoided the vital points and took the opportunity to knock down three.

This is enough.

Just as Yang Xu was about to make a move, he was attracted by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

He looked back, almost laughing.

I saw Li Xinran carrying a mop stick and leading hundreds of white-collar workers in the company, rushing towards him aggressively.

"Hit me! Knock down one, reward [-]! Reward [-] for minor injuries, three days of paid leave! Reward [-] for serious injuries, the company will reimburse all medical expenses, take one month of paid leave, and be promoted to a higher rank!"

As soon as Li Xinran's words fell, those guys who usually look gentle and polite rolled up their sleeves one by one, carrying all the long things they could find in the office, and rushed towards the gangsters screaming.

Not to be outdone, those female white-collar workers took anti-wolf spray, an ink bottle, and a small bench, and threw them at the little gangster.

There was a cleaning lady who was even tougher. She slipped a hot water bottle out of nowhere, pulled out the cork, and poured hot boiling water on the punks, scalding the punks and howling.

Although those punks have rich fighting experience, their psychological quality is also much higher.

But for a while, he was beaten back again and again by these mobs.

The sudden arrival of these white-collar workers in the company was beyond their surprise.

Secondly, money can turn ghosts, and there must be brave men under heavy rewards. The reward method proposed by Li Xinran mobilized the blood of those young white-collar workers. Sometimes when cultural people become ruthless, it is really like a transformation.

The most important thing is that those gangsters can't see the light at all. What they pay attention to is to solve the battle quickly. If the time drags on for a long time, when the police come, they will all be finished.

So after a while, they lost their will to fight, and most of them wanted to flee from the battlefield.

At this moment, Yang Xu made a move.

He is like a ghost, appearing next to those gangsters who want to escape, and he can often bring down one with three punches and two kicks.

In less than a minute, he knocked down eleven gangsters by himself.

Meanwhile, the battle is drawing to a close.

The remaining dozen or so unscathed gangsters were also frightened at this moment, threw away the steel pipes one by one, and raised their hands in surrender.

That's it, those crazy little white-collar workers didn't let them go, just like a group of mad dogs, they put all these punks who had surrendered to the ground.

"Tell me, who sent you here."

Yang Xu stared at those punks with a half-smile, and asked lightly.

Those gangsters looked around, only to see hundreds of social elites who were usually aloof, but at this moment they chose to devour their eyes, and suddenly they trembled with fright.

"Brother, no one sent us here. Those speeding cars are our brothers. They fell into the hands of Big Brother, and we must not just sit idly by. That's why the lard has deceived our hearts and eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall. Come here to trouble Big Brother!"

The leading gangster said with a sad face.

At first glance, he had been treated with special care. His face could no longer be seen as a human being, not to mention bruised and swollen. The middle-aged women in the company still left more than a dozen bloody fingernail marks on his face.

Even Yang Xu couldn't bear to look at this tragic image, and couldn't help but glance at the few instigators.

Those middle-aged women just thought of it on a whim, but when they came to their senses now, they all had old blushing faces.

"I have to admire your courage. Do you know the relationship between Zheng Zhichao of Qiankun Group and our boss? Do you know how many lives you have if you dare to make trouble in our Haotian Group?"

Yang Xu's words made the gangster startled, and he slapped himself hard on the face.

"Brother! Misunderstanding, this is really a misunderstanding! We are young master Zheng's men! That flying car was also made by Master Zheng. Brother, our heads were caught by the door and our eyes were kicked by the donkey. Recognize the true God, you adults don’t remember the faults of villains, please forgive us.”

While talking, the leading gangster slapped himself in the face.

He was really willing to do so, and in a few strokes he smacked his already inhuman face into a pig's head.

The corners of Yang Xu's eyes twitched. He just wanted to test it out, but he didn't expect that these people really had something to do with Zheng Zhichao.

"Okay, we also flooded the Dragon King Temple, and I won't make things difficult for you. You take off your shirts, write on yourself: I am a gangster, I am shameless, and then line up, honestly If you walk from here to the police station and turn yourself in, the matter will be over."