Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 1089 Someone Wants to Harm Me

Chen Ming was very depressed: "Who is trying to kill me?"

As the son of the richest man in Los Angeles, he has lived a very carefree life these years.

Eating, drinking, drinking and having fun every day, the little life is very nourishing, and no one has done this kind of black hand to him.

The world has always been a beautiful place where doves of peace fly and flowers bloom.

Why did someone suddenly want to kill him?

Yang Song: "We'll know when we catch someone."

After asking, Yang Song didn't stay long, and left with Chen Dahai and his wife.

I came out of Chen's house by car, but before I got to the villa, the car broke down unexpectedly.

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, but two tires have blown out. There is only one spare tire. The car cannot be driven. You can rest for a while, and I will call you a car." It was Xiao Qi, the driver of the Chen family, who spoke.

"You call someone to come over to fix the car, don't worry about me." Yang Song waited with him until the car repairer came, and offered to say that it was not far from home, so he walked back.

It's only a one-kilometer road, which is nothing to Yang Song.

Think of it as a jog.

On the way home, Yang Song deliberately took a detour, a wicker path without street lights.

After walking a few steps, he was blocked by people from front to back.

There were fifteen or sixteen people holding iron bars in front and behind.

"Yo! Isn't this the legendary Brother Song? Why did you come to our house?"

The leader was shirtless, with a big blue dragon tattooed on his shoulder, and stood under the only streetlight, with his mouth open, revealing a black hole with missing front teeth, not scary, just a little bit two hundred and five.

"Brothers, say hello to Brother Song, don't let people say that we don't understand etiquette!"

He said with a smile, and raised the steel rod in his hand.

Yang Song reached out and touched his back, holding the kitchen knife in his hand, he went straight forward and swung the knife.

A kitchen knife chops a steel rod.

Bang!
The steel rod is split in two.

"Damn it, if we go together, I won't believe in evil!"

"Damn it, you dare to attack our boss and break his five legs!"

With so many of them, can't they get a Yang Song?

A group of people waved steel rods and swarmed up.

Yang Song wielded a kitchen knife, dodged left and right in the crowd, and swung the knife at every steel rod.

Crackling bang bang pong...

Under contact, the steel rod broke with a sound, and they were also attacked, the back of the neck, spine, waist, and leg bends, everyone was like this, with terrifying precision.

In the dark, Yang Song has no pressure on his eyes, and his movements are like ghosts.

Soon, under the shadow of the willow tree, a crowd of people fell down, howling ghosts and wolves, it was horrible.

Yang Song stacked them all up with a little monster in each hand, and the bottom one was of course the big brother with the blue dragon.

It's just that most of his tattoos are now gone, and the dragon's head is sweating away.

"Chef Yang, Boss Yang, I can't do it anymore, I can't take it anymore!"

"I knelt down for you, please forgive me!"

The eldest brother sniffled and burst into tears, and began to sell miserably.

Yang Song weighed the person in his hand: "It's true that we can't stack any more."

Stacking a pile is unrealistic.

So he piled up three piles.

The ones at the bottom are the ones at the front.

The ones at the top are the ones hiding behind and trying to fill in the numbers.

Yang Song stacked up the people and changed them several times intermittently.

"Your weight is too inconsistent."

He likes three more even piles.

"Or if you have more orders, I can make a pile of seven stars."

He once wore a green dragon and white tiger sashimi, carried a steel rod, and dyed his hair. He was an awesome little bum.

Weeping in the wind.

Damn, it's too bullying.

Yang Song called the police in front of them.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and run!"

There are so many of them, Yang Song has only one, I don't believe they can't escape.

Yang Song's ghostly figure strikes again.

The sharp edge of the blade shines brightly and charmingly in the night.

boo boo boo...

"Where are my pants?"

"Nimma, stay away from me, where are you touching?"

Wind blows.

"I feel a little cold!"

"It's cold all over, especially the bottom."

"Brother, we won't be castrated, will we?"

"No no."

Pao Ding Jie Niu's knife technique, came out again.

Everyone was shivering in the early autumn wind.

"Not this time." Yang Song said.

Then, he asked in the tone of telling a ghost story: "It doesn't mean there will be no next time, do you want to try?"

"I don't want to, we don't want to!" I cried in fright, and peed in fright.

Yang Song was very satisfied: "Then run away?"

Holding the clothes that were broken into noodles, they dared not run away, and they were unwilling to wait to be caught.

Yang Song held the nylon rope and asked, "Is this for me?"

No one dared to say yes.

"There are also sacks, and the preparations are quite complete, as expected of a professional."

The naked group of people on the opposite side dare not make a sound.

"Ask you, is my analysis correct?" The knife in his hand was shiny.

"Yes, yes, Brother Song, you are right."

"Don't call me Brother Song casually, we don't know each other well, and you haven't eaten in my shop before."

"Yes, Boss Yang."

"sensible!"

Yang Song asked again: "Such a professional, isn't it the first time to do this?"

The other side didn't dare to speak anymore.

"If I'm stacking you up now, won't it look bad? I always feel like you want to run away."

Daqinglong was the first to open.

"Yes, Boss Yang, this is not the first time we have done this job. You are the No. 16 people blocked by us, and eight of them don't use sacks. A warning is enough. Including you, there are four in total. Not only do they have to be beaten, but they have to be taken away in sacks and thrown to the garbage station outside the city."

Sure enough, the business is very skilled.

"Why throw it in the trash?"

"We will strip him naked. The sack is tied with a slipknot. We dare not kill him. But the man crawled out of the sack penniless. It will take at least a day to return to the city."

Before Yang Song could ask further, they took the initiative to explain clearly:
"Usually people who do this are trying to delay that person, make him miss something, or let us take some photos..."

Yang Song understood.

"It seems that my destination should also be a garbage dump outside the city."

"Don't dare, Boss Yang, I have the phone number of the person who hurt you, his photo, and the recording of the call in my mobile phone."

Da Qinglong looked reckless, and he liked to keep his hands on things.

He also had to guard against those people who asked him to do business in a hurry to jump over the wall and beat him up.

Yang Song found the phone, flipped through it a few times, and saw a familiar person in it, and the call recording was also familiar.

He passed a recording to himself, but did not save the photo.

"Come on, tie yourself up." Yang Song handed over the nylon rope: "We are all good brothers, one rope for life, tie it up well, don't play tricks, or it will be your new destination up there."

Yang Song pointed to the gloomy willow treetops.

It just doesn't look very strong. If it is hung up, the chance of falling down is almost 100%.

Everyone cheered in unison: "Don't dare, we dare not run."

Isn't being a full grown man happy?Why can't you think about it?

Yang Song was still in the mood to continue chatting with them.

"Why do you say that some people always like to retaliate? They still use such extreme methods."

Don't think too much about the psychological shadow of those who were attacked in the middle of the night, and they were stripped naked and stuffed into sacks and thrown to the garbage station.

What will they miss.

Not to mention anything else, Yang Song will have a challenge tomorrow.

If he doesn't show up, Baifeng Pavilion and his reputation will suffer a serious blow.

"Is it really good to retaliate without principle?" Yang Song asked again.

The other side still dare not speak.

"You made me unable to go home so late, do I have to wait for you to come out, and I will retaliate?"

Strangely, Yang Song's tone was full of discussion.

The non-mainstream little bastards on the opposite side burst into tears: Nima, do you seem to refuse?
The moonlight is hazy, the street lamps are dim, and the willow willows from time to time
Sirens sound and red and blue lights warm the night.

Yang Song raised his hand and shouted, "Mr. Police, I am the victim, and I called the police."

Under the willow tree, the fifteen people living on a rope burst into tears:
In fact, we are the victims.

The police finally came.

It was the first time I heard the sound of a police siren so kindly, it was really the most beautiful sound in the world.

(End of this chapter)