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Chapter 167 Why Do I Feel We've Been Fucked? (The third one arrives!)

Chapter 165

"Mr. Wang is too fucking steel and iron, isn't he?" The guards were also stunned, watching Wang Yang's elusive and vicious attack, their chrysanthemums were really tight and their eyes hurt.

Although these big internal guards are not good at using third-rate methods, they can still see that Wang Yang's first move, the heavenly girl scattering flowers, is definitely a despicable hidden weapon such as lime powder and pepper noodles.I couldn't help but smacking my tongue again and again, this Mr. Wu Shan, who is famous in Bianliang, Tokyo, is so unrestrained, how come he fights like a hooligan who is skilled in routines.

It seems that cultural people are definitely not inferior to local hooligans in fighting, and even worse.

At this time, another group of people came out of the station and fell into the fight, and a few guys suddenly saw the five guys like Zhao Ji, squatting aside like five quails, in a daze With such an appearance, he couldn't help but feel jealous.

Nima buddies are bleeding and sweating here, but you bastards are picking up Yibai to watch the show. "Those bastards must belong to the other party, get them!" A little boss waved his hand, and immediately several people came to kill them with sticks.

The guards around Zhao Ji were really in a panic at the moment. Nima herself waited so far away from others, and pretended to be watching a show. The other party didn't go to fight with Wang Yang, but came to trouble herself and others, which was too much , Could it be that you really can't pinch your own big inner guards like mud?
One guard was left to continue to protect Zhao Ji, and the other three rushed out directly. Although they all had sharp knives around their waists, once the thing was shot.That would be a big deal. His Royal Highness Duan Wang is here to make troubles, but definitely not for big things.

So these three guards could only deal with those guys with their own skills. Seeing that the guards around him were single and weak, and the other party was many and powerful, and they were still holding sticks, Zhao Ji couldn't help feeling anxious.

After all, this guy is also a passionate young man, especially after seeing one of the guards snatch the opponent's wooden stick, but was surrounded by several opponents, supporting him left and right, he couldn't help being furious. "Let's go too!"

Zhao Ji couldn't bear it anymore, he broke free from the guards around him, and kicked out with his toes, just in time to kick a unlucky ghost by surprise. At this moment, Zhao Ji felt that he was about to conquer the world, and Song Taizu, who created Taizu Changquan, was possessed.

Then there was a sound of wind in his ears, and he heard Wang Yang sternly shout: "Get out of the way!" Zhao Ji subconsciously turned his face to look at Wang Yang. Feel extra hot.

Wang Yang galloped in three steps and two steps in parallel, with a strange cry, his legs flew into the air, Zhao Ji's eyes widened, and he flew towards Wang Yang like an eagle soaring in the sky above his head , and then kicked a few times in the face of a big man who fiercely swung the thick wooden stick around his wrist again.

"Do you know, just now this stick is only so far away from your forehead..." With lingering fear in his heart, Wang Yang, who was panting and standing still, looked at Zhao Ji, who was still in shock, and raised his hands to cover his ears, and made a rough gesture. That's about as thick as a book.

Then, Wang Yang didn't ask himself to find a place to squat up quickly, or stay to protect himself, as Zhao Ji imagined, but patted the wooden stick with a thick wrist into Zhao Ji's arms.

Subconsciously, he shouted loudly as if confessing to his younger brother. "You kid just take this. Whoever dares to come over will beat his mother hard. Dare you?"

Seeing the crowd fighting back and forth, until now, the skirts of his clothes were covered with scars, but his face was still so confident and calm, and his smile was as bright as Mr. Wu Shan in the sky, Zhao Ji's heart felt hot for no reason, His face flushed red again, he tightly held the wooden stick that seemed a bit heavy to him, and replied loudly. "dare!"

"Okay, this is just like a man." Wang Yang was a little stunned, and soon burst into laughter, patted Zhao Ji on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, and then rushed out again, entering the battlefield.

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"How about it, Boss Ling, do you accept it or not? Let's come again?" Wang Yang, with a bruise at the corner of his eye, looked proudly at Boss Ling who was panting and rolling his eyes. More than a dozen people moaned, and there were seventeen or eight other unlucky ghosts who huddled aside, trembling.

Boss Ling took a breath, opened one eye with difficulty, and looked at Wang Yang, who was squatting in front of him, still full of energy, while his other eye was swollen almost to the size of a big-eyed goldfish.

A dozen people led by Wang Yang came to the door, and there were thirty or forty people on my side, but most of them were turned over by the other party. This shame will already be thrown on the ground, and if you pretend to be a hero, you will only be beaten severely, so Boss Ling smiled wryly and nodded tactfully. "...Tell me, what exactly do you want, Boss Wang?"

"Why did you spit at me just now, do you know it's unhygienic?" Wang Yang reprimanded with a straight face.Everyone present almost knelt on the ground, Nima, didn't they come to grab the territory?Why did the topic change so quickly.

Seeing the strange eyes of the melon-eating crowd around him, Mr. Wang knew that he had slipped his words, and coughed dryly. "Well, I just want to ask, if you, Lingyun Society, would like to cooperate with Yihonglou."

"...Boss Wang, what do you mean, let us Lingyun Society cooperate with you?" Boss Ling gasped, looking at his subordinates who fell on the ground, and Wang Yang who was smiling happily in front of him, wanting to cry Tearfully.

"Nonsense, what do you think? In such a poor place like yours, is there anything else I can grab?" Uncle Wang said angrily.

"Then, Boss Wang, why didn't you just say it directly?" Boss Ling stared hard, trying to see if Wang Yang, the person in charge of the security force of Yihonglou, was missing a very important string in his head.

"Didn't I just say that? Didn't I say I want to talk to you about life and ideals?" Wang Yang looked at this guy in surprise. "Don't you have any plans for your future, and don't you have any ideals in life?"

"But you don't want to talk to me, and you even spit at me and let people come over to fight. If that's the case, then naturally we'll decide the winner first, and let's have a good talk."

"...What the hell is this?" Zhao Ji stood beside him with a dazed expression, not knowing when the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground.Does life and ideals have anything to do with the cooperation between Lingyun Society and Yihonglou?

"... People, life and ideals... have something to do with our cooperation?" Boss Ling's eyes were wet, his mouth was trembling, and he resisted picking up the stick from the ground and smashing it on the guy's head Impulse, he asked through gritted teeth.

Wang Yang replied with a nod of course. "Of course, if you want your life to be stable in the future, if you want to make your life in the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty more peaceful, you can cooperate with us in Yihonglou, and we will advance and retreat together... Do you understand? "

"Why do I feel like we've been fooled... woo woo woo woo..." A member of the Lingyun Club lying on the ground was crying like a child at the moment.

(End of this chapter)