boxing glory

"Qian Tengyu, you bastard!"

Gu Lingling yelled, and suddenly slapped him with all her strength, very loudly.

Immediately, Qian Tengyu had a hideous look on his face.

Gu Lingling's parents were terrified, and quickly shouted: "Don't...don't hit my daughter!"

But it was too late, Qian Tengyu slapped Gu Lingling to the ground.

Her delicate face was covered with blood, and the delicate skin even cracked.

Qian Tengyu pointed at her: "Smelly bitch, you are awesome! If you dare to hit me, I think you have my seed in your stomach, so I don't care about you. Go and knock out the stuff in your stomach quickly. Bulaozi will directly attack you and beat you until you have a miscarriage."

"I did this and no one dared to do anything to me, this sky—"

He pointed to the sky: "It belongs to Lao Tzu, it belongs to the Qian family."

As he spoke, he kicked Gu Lingling again.

As soon as he turned around, he walked outside triumphantly.

His brothers quickly followed, sending out bursts of triumphant calls.

There were hundreds of people in the compound, but they watched helplessly as these arrogant little gangsters left.

No one dared to stop, no one dared to make a sound of injustice, and no one dared to speak out.

Even Liu Ye, Lao Tu and Guanzhu, who seemed to have some abilities behind the crowd, didn't dare to do anything.

Until they left, Lao Tu let out a deep breath, his eyes were red with anger: "If I wasn't afraid of accidentally killing someone, I would have crushed them all long ago."

"It's okay to beat a man, but what kind of man is it to beat a weak woman or little girl? What kind of skill is it?"

The temple master also gritted his teeth: "If it weren't for... If I wasn't afraid of getting into trouble, I would have rushed out and killed them."

On the contrary, Liu Ye seemed calmer, and smiled lightly: "Don't talk about this kind of afterthought, just rush up and beat people if you have the ability, and be quiet if you don't have the ability, just like me."

With his hands behind his back, he walked in.

As he walked, he shook his head and sighed, his expression full of regret and unwillingness.

A group of punks who were still high school students excitedly rushed out of the compound, got into the van, and then discussed where to go to play.

Qian Tengyu waved his hand: "Where else can we go to play? Let's go to the skating rink to see if we can pick up some girls, and then go to disco. I will pay for all the consumption tonight."

He patted his chest and welcomed a large crowd of cheers.

When he started the car and was about to leave, he suddenly received a call. It was from his father.

Although this kid is domineering, he also knows that he is relying on his father's wealth, so he is quite respectful to his father Qian Wenwu.

After the call was connected, a rough voice came from the other side: "Boy, where are you now? I need you for something."

Qian Tengyu respectfully: "Dad, I'm playing with my classmates, what's the matter?"

Qian Wenwu said carelessly: "Hurry up and come to Tiandi KTV. I called some old partners and friends. Some of them haven't seen each other for a long time. Come here and say hello to them. These are all your future resources."

"Whether you go to college or not, come out and hang out with me in the society, these interpersonal relationships are all useful, understand?"

This Qian Wenwu is quite particular. He knows that his son is not good at studying, and it is impossible to rely on his ability to make a living in the future. He can only rely on this relationship, so he will be brought out whenever he has the opportunity, and introduced to friends and brothers. .

Although Qian Tengyu didn't like this very much, he also knew that his father was doing it for his own good, so he could only nod in agreement.

After hanging up the phone, I said to the disappointed brothers around me: "I won't go. My dad has something to do with me. He wants to train me to be a big boss in society as soon as possible. .”

"Take this little money first, and tell me if it's not enough. I'll call on WeChat."

He took out a stack of 1-yuan bills from his pocket, which must have [-] yuan, and threw it in someone's hand.

Immediately, this group of younger brothers cheered, shouting for money and long live.

Qian Tengyu smiled, and asked someone to drive him to Tiandi KTV, and the others just let them play.

At this time, in the spacious and quiet back garden of the Hua family, the moonlight looked very soft.

Wang Quan and Mr. Hua were chatting happily when a bodyguard hurried over and bowed: "Mr., we have a visitor. It's Mr. Liu Dabiao, the dean of Shushan Chess Academy. He brought his little apprentice and daughter and said I want to play two games of chess with you."

Mr. Hua waved his hand: "Oh, what a coincidence, then why are you standing there, why don't you invite Mr. Liu in quickly."

The bodyguard had a smile on his face: "I just saw that the old man was having a good chat with Mr. Wang. I don't know if it will be disturbed, so I decided to come to inform first. Don't worry, the old man, the place for the old man Liu is settled, and I will serve you tea. They wait a moment."

Wang Quan lamented that the Hua family was really extraordinary, even a bodyguard knew the etiquette so well.

Mr. Hua waved his hand again: "Hurry up and call them here, tell me that I am in the back garden, and prepare a chessboard for me. I will definitely have to fight him for [-] rounds tonight."

The bodyguard responded, turned around and left.

Then, Hua Yingxiong patted Wang Quan on the shoulder: "Let me show you the demeanor that ranks third among the eight old men in our provincial capital."

Wang Quan couldn't help laughing: "Eight old men? I've only heard about the four big families and four young masters. I never thought there would be eight old men."

Hua Yingxiong laughed loudly: "Of course, there are many old men like me in the provincial capital Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger. All of them have power and power, and their hands and eyes are in the sky. This Liu Dabiao is just the head of the Chess Academy, but the relationship between his subordinates is also very important. It's hard, so he's the third of the eight old men."

Wang Quan asked curiously: "What about you, what is your ranking?"

Hua Yingxiong smiled, as if a little embarrassed: "I am ranked second."

Immediately, Wang Quan was a little surprised.

In his impression, Hua Yingxiong is a very powerful big shot, and the entire provincial capital can be ranked second among the eight old men.

I wanted to ask who the number one old man was, but hearty laughter came from not far away: "Lao Hua, what kind of distinguished guest came to your house? It's my first time here, and I was blocked outside. Said to report, said that you and the distinguished guest are having a good chat."

A little old man in his 70s, with white hair and beard, full of energy, striding forward like an old fairy.

He is at most 1.6 meters tall. Compared with Hua Yingxiong, he is nothing compared to Hua Yingxiong, but the momentum on his body is definitely not much weaker than him.

Behind him was a man and a woman. The man was about 30 years old. He was handsome and handsome, but his face was slightly gloomy and his eyelids were turned up. Obviously, he was a young man who was easy to look down on.

The other one is a 22-year-old woman with a slender, sweet and attractive figure.

A pair of big eyes exudes endless charm, she is definitely a beauty one in a million!