C18 Zheng

This time, even Zhao Chuang widened his eyes. Even Jiang Zhuqing, who had been silent all along as a beautiful woman, had a change of expression.

He had seen shameless people before, but he had never seen such a shameless person.

As expected, there was always someone better than him.

The private room fell into a short period of silence. After three seconds, it suddenly seemed as if a pot had exploded, and it roared with laughter.

"You, you don't have to wait for me."

Xu Qinghuan couldn't bear it, and she forced herself to help.

Li Xuan was speechless. To be honest, he really didn't think of Xu Qinghuan. It was Zhao Chuang. This guy was hot-tempered and impulsive. Li Xuan did not want anything to happen to his brother whom he had spent three years in university. But now, Li Xuan looked up at Xu Qinghuan and was lost in thought.

Xu Qingqing didn't know why, but she, who was usually a goddess, actually blushed under Li Xuan's gaze.

Not long after, the private room became lively again.

On the other side, the fat pig-like man walked up to the third floor with a heart full of anger. The third floor was very spacious, and there was a hall at the entrance of the staircase. There were three magnificent doors around the hall, and in the middle of the doors hung a golden sign. On it was written: Emperor Pavilion.

At this moment, Fatty pushed open the door aggressively.

"Yo, Director Zhu, where are you singing?"

The fatty, CEO Zhu, lowered his head and looked at the messy clothes and footprints on his clothes that had been kicked. He was instantly enraged.

"Boss Du, is this your place?"

"Yes, why?"

... "That brother of mine was insulted. What do you think?"

"No, what's your name?"

"Wu Sheng!"

Director Zhu walked in and sat on the sofa. The Emperor Pavilion's panoramic view was displayed.

There were a total of three hundred square meters of private rooms, and there were twenty men in black vests with their hands behind their backs. They stood in a circle around the private rooms like a benchmark. Their eyes were sharp and full of vigor.

"Wu Sheng, there's such a person?" Boss Du turned his head and looked at the man standing beside him.

The man had a strong back and a strong waist, and his bald head was engraved with the image of a ferocious Bodhisattva. One. A deep scar from his forehead to his cheek pierced through his eyes. Just by looking at his face, one could tell that he was not a good person. At this moment, he heard the reply and replied in a muffled voice: " Three years ago, in the outskirts of Changzhi District, a small copper mine was discovered. It was contracted by someone called Wu Lianhu, and now it's worth more than ten million. It was an upstart, and he had some connections in Changzhi district. He had a son... His name is Wu Sheng, and he often comes over. "

"Is that so?" Boss Du smiled.

"Yes." A beautiful woman beside him laughed, "I'm playing on the second floor right now."

"Mining?"

Chief Zhu was stunned when he heard that. After a moment, he roared with a red face. "F * ck, I've been playing with coal my whole life, but my eyes were pecked by a chicken that plays with copper?!"

"Then what did Chief Zhu say?" Boss Du smiled.

"Kill him!"

"I'll listen to you."

"Zheng, go to the second floor and call those kids over for a drink, I'll treat them."

Li Xuan had just sat down for a while, and before his butt even warmed up, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open. Two rows of men in black suits walked in one after another. A bald tattooed man who was even bigger than Zhao Chuang stood steadily. He glanced around. He said in a low voice, "Who is Wusheng?"

"I am. What's wrong?" Wu Sheng, who was having fun, raised his head in confusion.

"Come with us."

Ah Zheng spoke and waved at Wu Sheng. The men in suits on both sides went forward and pulled him out without saying anything.

"Stop! What do you want? Who are you?! Do you know who I am?" Wu Sheng struggled.

"Brother, let's talk properly." Fang Yang and Wang Jingsheng stepped forward, looking coldly at Ah Zheng as they said, "There might be a misunderstanding here. I wonder what you guys are looking for Wu Sheng for?"

"Someone is treating him to a drink." Ah Zheng said in a muffled voice.

"Who?" Wu grandly called out.

"Director Zhu."

"Who's Director Zhu? Let Wu Sheng go first." Wang Jingsheng frowned.

"Your friend has a conflict with Director Zhu. Now go and have a drink, you don't have to be nervous." Ah Zheng said mildly.

"You are the people of that damn fatty!"

"Take him away!" Ah Zheng clearly lost his patience, and directly waved his hand to order people to take him away.

"Wait!"

Wang Jingsheng suddenly glanced at Zhao Chuang, and Li Xuan noticed it, and he suddenly frowned.

As expected, the boss of the dormitory would never play so well with his poor children. Now, everything was obvious. Ten years of hard work and scattered blows. Zhao Chuang, who had once won the Hedong Province Youth Championship and was now the president of the Medical Distribution Society. He was his hatchet man!

The moment Li Xuan's spiritual will flashed, Zhao Chuang had already taken a step forward and punched out!

A trace of disdain flashed across Ah Zheng's eyes. He slowly raised his hand to meet Zhao Chuang's fist.

Wang Jingsheng's face lit up. Success!

He was the one who understood Zhao Chuang's strength the most. Although that man looked very strong, in his opinion, he was just a hired thug. How could he be compared to an expert like Zhao Chuang?

Bang!

Fist and palm collided, but both sides were as still as a mountain.

However, the states of the two parties were different from their expressions. Zhao Chuang's eyes were wide open. He looked at his fist, which was no longer able to advance, in disbelief, and felt a burning pain. It was as if he had hit a dried up wooden pole! As for Ah Zheng, at this moment, he actually grinned. That dark skin set off a mouthful of white teeth, making it look very horrifying.

Then, he grabbed Zhao Chuang's fist and pulled it forward, brazenly launching a kick!

Boom!

Zhao Chuang, who was like a small mountain, was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. He fiercely smashed into the innermost cabinet of the private room, causing all the wine on it to fall onto the ground. Glass fragments fell beside Chuang Zhao. The wine overflowed and soaked his clothes.

The champion of the free-for-all, defeated in one move!