Wang Teng's expression was startled, and before he had time to react, Master Zhou used his arm and lifted it up by the collar. The wind roared in his ears, and the latter slapped him with a mouth.

"Snapped!"

This week, this big mouth came over, and his strength was even worse than before to clean up the second shot.

I saw a bloody molar in Wang Teng's mouth, with a line of blood splashing to the floor nearby.

In Wang Teng's mind, he only wanted to eat and drink with these second-generation people, even if his status was low and he was at the bottom of this circle.

Then at least I am a member of this circle. Even if it doesn't have much gold content, it can still be of some use.

But in his naivety, he didn't expect that the reality was different from what he imagined.

In the hearts of these second-generation people, Wang Teng is just a loser who takes the initiative to serve as his slave in order to make some money and connections from himself.

If your dog is hungry, there is nothing wrong with throwing in a few bones and feeding it some dog food.

But if the owner is furious and the pet dog is barking and giving advice, how can it not be beaten?

Wang Teng, who didn't understand this, was thrown by Zhou Shao casually at his feet as if he were throwing garbage, and at the same time he walked towards the second set again without stopping.

"Little Niluzi, do you know that my father is Zhou Yonghua!"

Mr. Zhou casually picked up a very solid black square bottle from the table and looked down at Erfa, who was a little distracted on the ground.

Erfa stared blankly at Mr. Zhou in front of him, but his eyes revealed a rare hint of stubbornness and unyielding.

The look in his eyes at the second hair made Mr. Zhou furious. He raised the black bottle in his hand high and smashed it at the second hair like a star falling from the sky.

If this hit hits the temple firmly, even if you have practiced iron head skills with the second shot, you will lose half your life today.

Although he was a little stunned and slow to react on the second serve, he was definitely not mentally retarded. He straightened his back, clenched his fists and faced it.

"Boom!"

The wine bottle hit Erfa's fist, causing Mr. Zhou to stumble and take a step back.

"How dare you fight back when you step on a horse? Do you know who I am? I must cure your bad habit of childhood dementia today!"

Mr. Zhou kicked Erfa's calf again, causing the latter to lean down, and the wine bottle in his hand was aimed at Erfa's temple again.

Just when the black bottle in Mr. Zhou's hand was about to come into close contact with Erfa's temple, a strong hand suddenly stretched out from beside him and grasped his wrist.

This was the second time today that Mr. Zhou had someone grab his wrist. Even the position of the grasp did not change, and he felt a pain.

Young Master Zhou grimaced in pain and gritted his teeth and cursed: "I realize that none of you puppy baskets have any idea what rank you are in, right?"

When Mr. Zhou turned his head and directed his angry gaze at the shooter, the two looked at each other, and Mr. Zhou could not help but tremble.

Xiaohu, who was pinching Mr. Zhou's hand, asked in a cold voice with an indifferent expression: "Are you sure you want to talk to me like this?"

In addition to Xiaohu, Erfa's brother was also standing behind Xiaohu, holding the ashtray tightly in his hand, with blue veins popping out, as if he was ready to hit Zhou if Xiaohu couldn't agree on a word.

The younger one's face is full of peach blossoms.

"Lei Xiaohu, do you think you are doing well?"

Young Master Zhou's father is a powerful deputy director of the Land Bureau. He is not the leader in the small car-playing group called by Wang Teng, but he is still a core figure.

The car is a GTR that has been modified in every aspect. Even the paint job is exactly the same as the one driven by Pheasant in "Initial D".

Regardless of his well-off family, no matter how he dresses or talks, if he were to be seen outside, he would definitely look stylish.

But the squinty eyes of the man in front of him, and the overflowing provocation in his words, were not much different from those of blind liuzi.

In fact, Wang Teng was wrong from the beginning.

Although people in Mr. Zhou's circle were influenced by Brother Haonan in Causeway Bay when they were young, they are still considered to be the children of high-ranking officials. Not to mention receiving a good education, most of them are strictly controlled.

The reason why they behave like bastards is actually just a way to express their dissatisfaction with being overly constrained over the years.

In addition, they hang out in various nightclubs all year round, and they have more or less acquired this habit by being immersed in talking and other things.

But their background has already determined it, and they are unlikely to become a bastard. Moreover, no matter how powerful you are outside, you are still just a scoundrel in their eyes.

As for Wang Teng's move of calling Xiao Hu to come over and give him a platform, to put it bluntly, it was like a child watching a circus performance and seeing someone bring a leopard in for the first time.

He might feel a little surprised, give him a thumbs up to say he's awesome, and then throw in a large piece of pork belly as a reward, just to see it as a novelty.

But if you really think about calling someone a brother, there is a high chance that they will just give you a look of disdain, thinking that you are out of your mind and what you say is worse than farts.

"Whether I'm doing well or not, it's not your turn to tell me, so get out of here!"

Although Xiaohu is not as old as Mr. Zhou in front of him, his experiences in the past few years have indeed made him mature beyond his age in most cases.

It’s true that he doesn’t see many players like Mr. Zhou who can’t figure out their rank after drinking too much. He also knows in his heart that if he tries to sober up his drunkenness with such nonsense, he will be honest immediately.

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But what Xiaohu understands better is that Master Zhou and the others are all in the same circle. If he really wants to attack Master Zhou rashly, he will offend everyone in the circle.?

Even though he has too many lice and is not itchy, he usually offends quite a few people of this rank.

But for Wang Teng, who had taken care of him for a long time, it was just a big trouble, so Xiaohu was still unwilling to go to this step unless he had to.

But sometimes, some things are not just what you say they will be.

At least, now Mr. Zhou and the friends around him don't pay much attention to Xiaohu, who is very famous on the road.

"What are you talking about when you step on a horse?"

"Puppy Basket, are you a fool in society? Do you know who you are talking to now?"

"Lei Xiaohu, you don't really think that the north of the city is under your control now, do you?"

"..."

It's okay that Xiaohu didn't move. But after Xiaohu said these two words, all of Mr. Zhou's friends were completely angered.

"Then what else are you going to do?"

Xiaohu's face was still expressionless, but he still asked out of politeness. At the same time, the anger in his heart had been suppressed to the limit.

Zeng Ruiyida has always been personally responsible for maintaining official relations.

Out of their understanding of Xiaohu's character, the two eldest brothers arranged for him to attend mostly gatherings on the road. Even people with official status generally did not have too high a position, and the person responsible for interacting with him was only a senior-level official.

Already.

These people don't have any airs, and most of them are old-timers who have vulgar language but are relatively down-to-earth. Most of them are very polite to "young and promising new celebrities" like Xiaohu.

Xiaohu has never encountered players like today who all want to have their nostrils turned up in the air, but there are indeed very few of them.
Chapter completed!