Mo Qing didn't get angry for a long time.

I didn’t expect to have fun with my friends today.

Not only was he pointed at the nose, but he was also threatened.

This is not bad.

This is Hangzhou, not anywhere else.

Before he established the Hangming Group, he was the king of the underground forces. Who wouldn't give him some face?

The waiter was very good at observing people's emotions. When he saw Mo Qing, his face turned dark instantly.

She knew Mo Qing was angry.

So, the waiter responded forcefully, "I'm sorry, you blocked my customers!"

Dong Biaohu was stunned. A little waiter dared to be so arrogant. He raised his hand and slapped him in the face.

"Crack!"

The waiter was slapped so hard by Dong Biao that he was stunned.

He suddenly fell to the ground, coughed violently, and spit out blood from the corner of his mouth.

Dong Biao was tall and strong, and what he had in abundance was strength.

Besides, he gritted his teeth and took action with anger, so the force would naturally not be light.

"Go away! You are a little fucking waiter, what can you do to me in front of this young master?"

Dong Biao pointed at the waiter on the ground and roared.

Mo Qing looked at Dong Biao's unfamiliar face. There seemed to be no such young master in Hangzhou in his memory.

Even the young master from Hangzhou should know himself.

It's impossible to see him here and still dare to hit someone.

The only explanation is that the other party is not from Hangzhou.

"Brother! Isn't it a bit too much? He is just a waiter, why bother him?"

Mo Qing stepped forward and helped the waiter up.

"Are you okay?"

Tears welled up in the waiter's eyes, and he answered hesitantly, "Mo...Mr. Mo, I'm fine!"

"Well! You go down and leave this place to me!"

The waiter looked at Mo Qing gratefully and planned to leave.

But don't want to.

Dong Biao blocked his way.

"You can leave, just kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!"

"you!"

"What am I, am I looking for a beating?"

Dong Biao raised his right hand and was about to strike down.

The waiter may have forgotten to avoid it because he was nervous.

Stupidly stuck there.

As dumb as a wooden chicken.

Just when Dong Biao's big hand was only a punch away from the waiter.

The other hand held Dong Biao's arm.

Dong Biao took a look and saw that it was Mo Qing's hand. He dismissed it and pressed down hard with his arm.

I thought it was a simple thing.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qing grabbed his hand and kept it motionless.

"Huh? It's interesting!"

The corners of Dong Biao's mouth turned up, and he punched Mo Qing with his other fist.

Mo Qing quickly turned his head to avoid it, and hit the opponent's shoulder with a tricky punch.

"Boom!"

"That's enough! This is not a place for you to run wild!" Mo Qing warned him.

Dong Biao was hit, his shoulder sank, and a feeling of pain came over him.

Suddenly, his eyes turned red.

"Master!" the employees shouted worriedly.

This is Chairman Dong's son. If something happens here, they will be blamed.

"It's okay! This little thing can't trouble me!"

Dong Biao pursed his lips, broke away from his arm, and looked at Mo Qing, "You are dead, you dare to hurt me!"

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, "You are so young and you are uttering arrogant words. You really don't know how high the sky is!"

"Ha ha!"

"I, Dong Biao, really don't know how high the sky is?"

"How about you tell me!"

Although Dong Biao was beaten, he didn't care because he was confident that the other party was not his opponent.

"Dong Biao?"

When Mo Qing heard this name, he suddenly remembered.

The man who injured Tietou seemed to be also named Dong Biao.

Hum hum!

It won't be so coincidentally!

"Your name is Dong Biao, from the provincial capital?"

"Haha! Just know it!"

Dong Biao did not expect that he was very famous, and someone knew himself in Hangzhou.

A proud expression appeared on the face.

Mo Qing looked at him lightly and smiled suddenly. "So, the person who made trouble in the martial arts hall yesterday was you?"

"Cut! It's not a trouble, it's education!" Dong Biao did not remember yesterday's heart at all, and said casually.

"Iron head, are you wounded?"

"You mean an old man with iron head, yes, he can offend me, I am loose to him by the way, is there any mistake?"

"Could it be said, do you want to take the lead for him?"

Mo Qing has never seen such an arrogant person, even if he hasn't encountered it.

The key is that not only encountered it, but also angry with yourself.

In this case, will he miss the opportunity of this lesson?

Of course it is impossible.

Calculating time, I haven't caught fire for a long time.

Mo Qing smiled indifferently, and his tone was even as frost condensed. "Just acknowledge it!"

The words have just fallen.

Mo Qing held his fists with both hands, shook his left hand, and slammed his right hand against Dong Biao's belly button.

Dong Biao accidentally.

Directly, it seems like turning the river in the stomach.

Breathing.

The dinner he had eaten, all vomited.

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

Slowly spit, a strong sour smell permeated.

Mo Qing did not give the other party a chance, holding his arm in one hand, kicking his legs in a row.

Dong Biao suffered pain, and he fell heavily on his own vomit.

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