The strongest god in the city

Chapter 149

Junyi Clubhouse, Chairman's Office.

The bare-headed Ma Wangying was staring at the dozen or so people in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Swept by his eyes, a dozen people all bowed their heads deeply, their calves trembling.

Someone actually rushed into his lair, slaughtered his right-hand man, and injured more than a dozen people.

Forget it, under the siege of several people, even the gun moved, and the other party ran away.

Ma Wangying was more than just angry, he even thought about killing these people now.

"Tell me, what's going on!"

Ma Wangying yelled coldly, and more than a dozen people trembled.

At this time, the young man who had just held the gun took a step forward tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother..."

"Call me the chairman!" Ma Wangying shouted angrily.

"Okay, okay, big brother."

The young man responded tremblingly, pointed to the other people behind him and said angrily: "Yes...they. I have aimed just now, as long as one shot goes down, it will be absolutely fatal. But it is them! Who pushed me away?" Put, let me roll down the steps!"

As the young man said, he rolled up his trouser legs, showing a bruise.

"Brother, look, my calves are all blue. And... my thighs..."

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to untie his belt to show off, but was kicked away by Ma Wangying.

"go away!"

Ma Wangying scolded in disgust, and turned his cold eyes to the others.

"Tell me, who is it! Whoever pushed him, stand up for me!"

When everyone heard the words, they looked around and looked at each other.

"Big brother..."

As soon as one of them opened his mouth, Ma Wangying couldn't hold back his anger anymore, rushed forward, kicked the other person over, and kept kicking the other person with his leather shoes.

"Call me big brother! Call me big brother! You bastard! Are you deaf!"

The man kept screaming, but he heard the young man who had just been kicked down get up and said hesitantly, "Brother, he is calling you brother..."

Ma Wangying was taken aback, and kicked the young man again.

"I'm so confused by you trash! A bunch of idiots!"

After venting a few words, Ma Wangying looked at the crowd again, and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, who is it? Stand up for me, and I can spare your life. If you don't stand up, I will find out. Then... hehe!"

At this time, the man who was stepped on by Ma Wangying stood up and said weakly: "Brother... We were more than one meter away from him just now, and we didn't push him at all."

"No one pushed?"

Ma Wangying frowned, glanced at the others, and saw that everyone nodded in agreement.

"Brother, our hands are not that long."

"Yeah, brother, we saw him go out with a gun, so we didn't chase him. Who knew he rushed to the steps and just rolled down."

"By the way, brother, there are surveillance cameras at the door!"

Ma Wangying's eyes lit up when he heard one person finally voiced his constructive opinion.

"Huh? Monitoring? Not bad!"

As he spoke, he walked quickly to the boss's desk, grabbed the phone and dialed.

"Send the surveillance video at the gate 10 minutes ago to my computer, hurry up!"

Soon, the video came, and Ma Wangying stared at the screen carefully.

After looking back and forth several times, Ma Wangying's face became more and more gloomy.

Suddenly, he stood up, kicked the young man to the ground with a flying kick, and stomped hard again.

Step on and scold at the same time.

"You dare to play flops with me! Is it a professional habit? I know you have retired from the national football team, so I took you in because of your pity. You are still addicted to flopping!"

The young man screamed again and again, and when he was about to speak up to defend himself, Ma Wangying kicked his mouth on his mouth, shattering all his teeth.

At this time, a person next to him shouted: "Brother, not only can he flop, but his feet are also very smelly! Last time we had a fight with him, his blind monk kicked the remaining blood back into the spring water!"

"Ok?"

Ma Wangying looked back, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the speaker to the ground.

"Fuck you! Can't you file a complaint? I don't know he has smelly feet? Does the national football team have feet that don't smell?"

Soon, the chairman's office was filled with two completely different screams...

It was not until a long time later that Ma Wangying thought of asking how the middle-aged man escaped.

"Aston Martin picked it up? There are still accomplices!"

"Too fast, didn't see the license plate number clearly? You are blind! How fast can Aston Martin be? Can it compare to Jinbei Wuling Hongguang?"

"Find it for me! Mobilize people to find it for me! You must find him out, this is a loss, we can't hold back!"

……

Not to mention the chaos in the Junyi Club, Ye Beichen drove the middle-aged man straight to the Fifth Hospital.

At this time, the man's whole body was soaked in blood, and his face was terribly pale.

"Young man... I..."

"You don't need to thank me, I won't tell you that my name is Red Scarf." Ye Beichen said bluntly.

Hearing this, the man's expression froze, and he smiled wryly, "I...what I want to say is...I can't return your barbecue and beer..."

When Ye Beichen heard this, he looked at the man in surprise, and was slightly moved in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the man still remembered this!

The grace of a meal, keep it in your heart, is this what you are talking about?

Ye Beichen waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's only 200 yuan, nothing. But, don't blame me for saying you, you are ready to die, why don't you have a king's meal at the Junyi Club, and make trouble again gone?"

The man froze.

He was silent for a long time before he muttered to himself: "I didn't think of it either! If I had thought of it earlier, who would eat your broken barbecue and drink your broken beer!"

amount……

At this moment, Ye Beichen really wanted to help him open the car door considerately without slowing down, and then gently...kick him out of the car.

Can you speak?

But I heard the man speak again: "Although I can't buy you barbecue and beer, I can use another...another way to repay..."

"another way?"

Ye Beichen was wondering, but saw the man's face suddenly froze.

Ye Beichen was startled, thinking that he was going to die in the car, the man's actions made him vomit blood again.

The man's stiff face suddenly moved, and he opened his mouth and spat out with a "wow".

It was one mouthful after another, and the co-pilot was in a mess, full of residue.

At this moment, Ye Beichen finally knew what mixed flavors were.

The familiar smell of mutton skewers, the familiar smell of chives, the familiar smell of beer, and the familiar but not Erguotou flavor that Ye Beichen ordered...

The entire Aston Martin is filled with these smells.

At this time, the man wiped the corner of his mouth with effort, and said weakly: "I finally paid it back, and I can go on the road with peace of mind. In my life, Yan Zhonghe, I will keep my words and do my best, and I will never break my word!"

"Who wants you to pay this back!"

Ye Beichen was about to cry.

It was really the first time he saw someone who could talk about vomiting so grandly!
At this moment, Yan Zhonghe suddenly tilted his neck...

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