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People's patience is limited, if Song Zihao refuses to agree, he will have to consider whether he should use the other party's younger brother who is a servant to threaten him.

At this moment, a cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the dull atmosphere in the room.

"Pfft," Mark casually spit out the drink in his mouth: "Excuse me, answer the phone."

As soon as he put the phone to his ear, Mark heard Chen Yongren's indifferent voice and unexpected words: "See if there is an ashtray in front of you, pick it up, and hit him on the head!"

Mark blinked, looked in surprise at the corner where Chen Yongren was, and then looked at Tan Cheng who was staring at Song Zihao.

"What are you looking at, hit him, hit his head! Aren't you very angry, very angry, very upset with him? Then hit him on the head for me, hard." Chen Yongren's voice was very flat, but there was a tinge An irresistible momentum.

"Huh," Mark let out a breath slowly, and smiled frivolously at the phone: "I'm sorry for playing with women, I'm poor recently, and I don't even have the money to open a house."

While talking, Mark picked up the ashtray with the other hand.

Song Zihao, who was sitting next to Mark, naturally noticed his movements, and immediately guessed what Mark wanted to do.But he didn't stop him, but his muscles tensed up.

If Tan Cheng's subordinates stand up, he will take them down immediately.

"Crack!" After making up his mind, Mark's speed changed very quickly, and Tan Cheng never thought that Mark would suddenly attack him.

When he felt a sharp pain in his scalp, in the bar that suddenly became quiet, there was a series of "kuang, kuang, kuang..." sounds.

Finally, the younger brothers behind Tan Cheng came to their senses: "Boss, fuck you, you cripple..."

"I do..."

"My Nima..."

"..."

"Wow, wow..." Before the younger brothers could finish speaking, the surrounding 'guests' who had been eating with their heads down all stood up one after another.

Then, led by the plane, these people quickly surrounded several people.

Chapter 342 Torturing Tan Cheng on the Rooftop to Confess

"You, who are you, what do you want to do?"

"Do you know who we are, don't, don't mess around!"

"..."

Looking at the group of people who suddenly surrounded him and the machetes in their hands, Tan Cheng's subordinates said nervously.

What answered them was the extremely indifferent voice of the plane: "Drag it out, hack the reclamation!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of people waved their machetes and slashed wildly at several of Tan Cheng's men.

"Pfft, puff..."

"Bang, bang..."

"Bang, kuang..."

"..."

Compared with Liansheng's people, Tan Cheng's subordinates are really far behind.In addition, there were not as many people as the other party, and they were quickly chopped down to the ground by the plane's men.

"Ah, don't, ah, help, Cheng Boss!"

"Quick, call the police!"

"My hand, no!"

"..."

Hearing the screams of the crowd, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger in the air.Looking at a group of guys who were chopped down to the ground and then dragged out of the bar, Mark had a hearty smile on his face.

That's right, that's the taste, that's the feeling!Brother Ma, he hasn't enjoyed it for a long time.

As Tan Cheng's people were dragged away, the bar became quiet again.In addition to the faint screams coming from outside the door, it was Tan Cheng's painful wailing.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

At this moment, there was a rhythmic sound of footsteps in the bar.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Mark, Song Zihao and Ji Ji who were still in the bar looked over.

Chen Yongren took off the mask on his face and nodded towards the plane: "You guys work hard tonight and take care of all this guy's men."

"Okay, Mr. Chen." Ji Ji nodded quickly. He was quite in awe of Chen Yongren, who secretly tricked Li Jiayuan to kill Le Ge, Dongguan Tsai and other opponents.

"Well, that's right. Remember to deal with it cleanly. I don't want any revenge drama to come out." Chen Yongren reminded very tactfully.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen. I always like to do things well."

"I believe in you, otherwise Jimmy wouldn't have left things on the road to you." He patted the plane's arm and looked at his back as he left.

Chen Yongren looked at Song Zihao who had been silent all the time: "Ahao, you should go back to rest early, you have to work tomorrow. It is not easy to do a good job and succeed. To give you a word, you have to get used to seeing four in the morning Hong Kong Island. Only in this way can you have a chance of success.”

"I, this, Ren," he opened his mouth and uttered three words, but Song Zihao swallowed them all.

Seeing Chen Yongren's warm smile under the light, and Mark's angry expression staring at Tan Cheng, Song Zihao finally shook his head helplessly, turned and left the bar.

This gang arena is not suitable for him after all.

In this way, in Nuo Da's bar, only Chen Yongren, Mark, and Tan Cheng who slowly stood up straight while supporting the table were left.

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Tan, it looks like you're seriously injured. Do you want to call a doctor for you, or call the police?" Looking at Tan Cheng, who was covering his head with his hands, Chen Yongren jokingly laughed.

"You, you," looking at Chen Yongren, Tan Cheng closed his eyes and opened them several times, he could already tell that everything was related to this guy in front of him, but he was very sure that he didn't know this guy: "Who are you, I, Tan Cheng, seem to have never offended you, right?"

"Hehe, Mr. Tan, you are so humorous. You have to find someone to deal with me, and even say that you don't know me. Let me introduce myself, my name is Chen Yongren, the police chief of the serious crime team of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station." Pointing to himself, looking at Under the light, Tan Cheng's expression immediately turned pale.

Chen Yongren smiled and continued: "How about it? I don't remember. Mr. Tan, this Mark beat you up like this. Do you want to make a complaint? If so, let's go to the police station to record a statement now."

"Chen, Sir Chen, this is all a misunderstanding, no, no need." Tan Cheng already understood what was going on, and shook his head repeatedly.

He never thought that this poor guy, Chen Yongren, would be so arrogant, even more ruthless than gangsters like them.

"Misunderstanding, maybe." Shaking his head, Chen Yongren looked at the blood on the ground, and pointed to a stick on the ground to Mark: "Don't make this dirty, the boss still has business. Take it to the roof , I want to have a good chat with Mr. Tan."

After speaking, Chen Yongren turned and left.

"No, Sir Chen. Ma, Brother Mark, I..."