boxing glory

He blushed, his neck was thick, his tongue stuck out, and his speech was slurred.

The twenty strong men had already approached them, and they all showed their sticks in their hands, extremely ferocious.

Wang Quan was still calm and relaxed, grinning at them.

Then, Song Gang was thrown away.

The thugs really had relatively high skills and reactions, so they turned around quickly.

Song Gang was slammed on the concrete floor like a toad.

His face was still attached to the marble floor, and he slid far away.

Fortunately, the ground was smooth, otherwise, his face would have been disfigured.

Twenty guys rushed towards Wang Quan without saying a word, raised their sticks high, and smashed his head and face.

The dog that can't bark is the most vicious!

Twenty strong men fit this point, but the opponent they met today——

Worse than them!
Wang Quan still had time to run to Nie Xiaorou, grabbed her arm and pushed it aside.

Next, reach out and grab it!
There was a tea table weighing two to three hundred catties beside it, and it was grabbed.

Completely weightless!

Wang Quan swung it, and with three strikes, five divisions and two, twenty fierce thugs were thrown out one after another.

He fell to the ground with nosebleeds and couldn't get up.

Either a broken rib or a broken leg.

There was a lot of wailing at the scene.

The whole process takes less than ten seconds.

The characters in Twelve Heavenly Demons sneered while making their subordinates rush over:

"I really don't know the so-called kid, think he is a god? Dare you put us in your eyes!"

"Brothers don't need to do anything, these twenty brothers are enough for him to eat a pot, press him on the floor and beat him to death!"

"What the hell, relying on the vice president to become a security manager to eat soft food, and eat deliciously! How long do you think he can eat? Kill him!"

"Boss Jiang's woman dares to touch her, she won't live long!"

……

These words have not been finished yet, and I can't say what I want to say next, and I opened my mouth wide.

All of them had shocked and dull expressions, like cockroaches that had been squashed.

They can't imagine it!
These twenty subordinates, who were also regarded as masters, were all brought down by Wang Quan with a coffee table!
The speed is so fast that it is unbelievable.

They all had cold hands and feet.

Wang Quan threw the tea table away, clapped his hands and forced towards them.

He took every word.

"Just now I heard someone say that I eat soft rice, so I want to ask, with my hand, is it necessary to eat soft rice?"

"Whether it's you or Mr. Jiang, the brains are all made of paste?"

"Just believe what Song Gang says. If you say I hooked up with Vice President Song Jia Song, is that considered hooking up?"

"I'm sorry, I really didn't earn my position by eating soft food, but by relying on real materials! Although I'm still far from a real master, it's easy to teach you a lesson."

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly.

Instead of looking at those heavenly evil spirits, he looked to the other side.

There was a deeper sense of sarcasm on his face, and his eyes became more piercing.

I saw a man and a woman coming down the stairs over there.

The man is the helm of Tengtian Group, Jiang Lizhou's uncle Jiang Li.

There is also Song Jia.

One of her hands was tightly held by Jiang Li, her face was still bruised, her hair was disheveled, and she was a little haggard.

Obviously, at least he was slapped.

Jiang Li pulled Song Jia and walked slowly, his eyes were like military thorns, staring at Wang Quan.

Suddenly, he smiled slightly.

"It seems that I was too impulsive. You, a young man named Wang Quan, have extraordinary skills. You can pick up a coffee table weighing two to three hundred catties, and you can use it to knock me down in ten seconds. The middle-level masters under his command."

"This kind of ability, there are not many people in the Twelve Heavenly Demons who can do it."

When he said this, those days showed dissatisfaction.

They snorted one after another, looked at Wang Quan with jealousy and disdain.

One of the thick-faced people said: "Mr. Jiang, this kid took a trick, and he just needs to be stronger. Others are just average. Judging by the way he swung the coffee table just now, it doesn't look like he has practiced any kung fu. He just took it by surprise." .”

"One more time, the twenty thugs were on guard, and they could easily get out of the way. He was the one who fell to the ground."

"If he dares to hit me with the coffee table, I can smash him and the coffee table."

These words are bold and dry, full of domineering.

Wang Quan smiled at him: "May I ask where you rank among the Twelve Heavenly Demons?"

That guy puffed out his majestic chest, and said in a disdainful tone, "I, Zuo Hao, number seven..."

I also want to say that with my high rank, you are not qualified to fight with me, but Wang Quan shook his head slightly when he didn't expect it.

"It turned out to be only ranked seventh, don't worry, I won't fight with you, your rank is too low."

The guy was so angry that he yelled, and was about to throw his fist at Wang Quan, but was stopped by Jiang Li.

He stared at Wang Quan coldly.

"I have many women, but the one I like the most is Song Jia. Otherwise, I would not let her be the vice president. She is a beautiful and intelligent woman, and I appreciate it very much."

This guy speaks very fast and sharply, which makes people feel weird.

Having said that, he turned his head, stretched out his hand to pinch Song Jia's chin, dangling it, as if admiring a beautiful handicraft.

At this time, Song Jia lost all momentum, and let Jiang Li shake her little face with a sad expression.

She said softly: "Mr. Jiang, I really have nothing to do with Wang Quan. I just saw his high skill, so... That's why I let him be the security manager. You saw it just now..."

Wang Quan clapped his hands calmly.

"Whether President Jiang doesn't believe it or not, I think it's better to forget it. I originally thought that the Tengtian Group should have a broad-minded boss. Otherwise, how can we go straight to Qingyun?"

"I came here to work as a security manager, thinking that I would be able to work well in the future after getting a kind of knowledge, but I didn't expect Mr. Jiang's ideas to be too simple, easy to be manipulated by others, and that person... is still a stupid and treacherous villain."

He turned his head to look at Song Gang who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and even pretended to be dizzy, then turned his head and walked outside.

As he walked, he waved his hands inside.

"I won't be the security manager anymore."

Jiang Li's face was stern, and he laughed: "This kid has quite a temper."

A few Heavenly Fiends strode out.

Zuo Hao, who was ranked seventh, shouted sharply:
"You still want to leave? After beating so many people, do you think you can leave?"

"Boss Jiang hasn't spoken yet. If you want to punish you, you'd better stop!"

"Even if you have some skills, I can beat you to the knees and beg for mercy by myself!"

Wang Quan didn't seem to hear it, and continued to walk outside.

Jiang Li looked at Song Jia, and said lightly, "Didn't you tell me that with his skill, he might become one of the Twelve Heavenly Demons? Now, I'm quite interested in him."

Upon hearing this, Song Jia breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face.

"Mr. Jiang, he is the powerful bodyguard I found for you. I have basically found out about his life experience. It's quite simple. He was framed by someone for punching before, but now he has come back and become more powerful...I will stop him now."

She shouted: "Wang Quan, come back! Don't be so impulsive, since everyone cleared up the misunderstanding, we should get along well!"