The rich and powerful family of the city against the young

After Chen Xuan left the restaurant, he saw Jiang Ying, Gu Bei and others waiting outside.

Seeing that Chen Xuan came out safe and sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chen Xuan, thank you so much for today."

Jiang Ying is not an expressive girl, but her sincerity can be heard from her tone.

"When the road is injustice, draw your sword to help!"

Chen Xuan chuckled and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Chen Xuan, can I invite you to dinner?"

"I'm afraid I don't have time tonight."

Chen Xuan shook his head.

There was a bit of disappointment in Jiang Ying's eyes.

"Oh! It seems that it can only be another day."

On the other side, Gu Bei and the others looked at Chen Xuan bitterly.

He turned down the beauty's treat, what a prodigal.

After parting, Chen Xuan and the others returned to the dormitory. At night, Gu Qingcheng called Chen Xuan on time.

Chen Xuan took a taxi and came to the entrance of a hotel. When he arrived, Guqing City had been waiting for a long time. He had a smile on his face, but when he saw that Chen Xuan was the only one who got out of the taxi, his face immediately became gloomy. .

"Little brother, are you here alone?"

When Gu Qingcheng saw that the taxi had already left after collecting the money, his heart sank even further.

"Yes! Old man, what do you think?"

"I……"

Gu Qingcheng knew that his calculations were in vain.

"Nothing, let's go in."

Gu Qingcheng smiled wryly.

"But boss, Zhao Laoliu must be fully prepared, we..."

Yu Zhankui was about to say something, but Gu Qingcheng stopped him with a look.

He touched the cold gun in his pocket.

"Now we can only count on it."

Several people entered the hotel together.

Not long after sitting down in a luxurious box, the door of the box was pushed open, and a greasy man walked in with a beer belly.

He is Zhao Laoliu, the enemy of Gu Qingcheng.

Behind him were bodyguards all in black, more than a dozen of them, especially a middle-aged man standing next to him, with sharp eyes, giving off a very dangerous aura.

"Yo? Guban came so early?"

Zhao Laoliu sat down in a chair, lit a cigarette on his own, threw the lighter on the table, and looked at Guqing City with a half-smile.

"The entertainment street in the west of the city is not doing well recently. Both of our stores are open there. How about it, Gu Bo, give me that street to save face. How about you go to the east of the city to open a store?"

"The east of the city is Boss Xu's territory. How dare I compete with Boss Xu for business. Why don't you give me the face of Zhao Laoliu and give me the west of the city?"

"Can you set a price for the ancient board, 30, as long as it is less than 50 million, I can compensate you."

"I spent several million on the decoration of my store, and you give me hundreds of thousands, Zhao Laoliu, do you think I'm a fool?"

As soon as Gu Qingcheng slapped the table, the atmosphere in the whole room froze.

"Guqing City, it seems that there is nothing to talk about, then we have to settle the account that you slapped me the year before last, you slapped me, today you knelt down and kowtowed to me three times. share?"

"Don't think about it!"

Gu Qingcheng suddenly stood up.

"Don't kowtow, do you think you can leave?"

Yang Liu chuckled.

Beside him, the middle-aged man with sharp eyes jumped onto the table and rushed towards the ancient Qingcheng.

Several bodyguards from Guqing City rushed to stop them, but they were all knocked down in less than three seconds.

"Let me meet you!"

Yu Zhankui flipped the table over.

But the middle-aged man standing on the table smashed the solid wooden table into pieces with a punch, and rushed out.

Immediately afterwards, a shoulder bump knocked Yu Zhankui into the air and hit the wall behind him.

"boom."

Yu Zhankui spat out a mouthful of blood, half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily, obviously not at the same level as the other party.

Seeing the middle-aged man attacking him, Gu Qingcheng had no time to think, and suddenly took out the gun from his pocket, but before he had time to aim, he felt a pain in his wrist, and the black pistol flew out of his hand.

"How about the ancient board? Can you reconsider my proposal now?"

Yang Laoliu sat on the chair from the beginning to the end, looking at the ancient Qingcheng with a proud face.

Gu Qingcheng's face was pale: "I didn't use my last hole card, so I really want to kowtow to him today."

Just when Gu Qingcheng was feeling desperate, Chen Xuan, who had been standing there without moving, stood up.

"You kicked the old man's wrist just now, and I want you to cut off your own hand to make amends."