As a person who lives in the Tao, I naturally understand the truth that the strong is king.
He is not the kind of person who would rather die than give in. If his bones and muscles are used up, his life will be over.
Therefore, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Please let me go. I will definitely compensate your parents well. I will renovate the shop and compensate you another 100,000 yuan. Don't destroy me." [
"Oh?" Yang Zimei responded lightly, "It would be great if you agreed just now. Isn't it too late now?"
"Two hundred thousand, I'll compensate you two hundred thousand." Bald Guang shouted urgently.
"Two hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand can you make up for the mental shock my parents suffered today because of you?" Yang Zimei's anger rose when he thought of his parents' depressed and desperate faces.
"Five million."
"In addition to five hundred thousand, you must take all your men and kneel in front of my parents to ask for forgiveness!"
"..."
"Can't do it? Since you can't do it, let me help you choose." The intensity on Yang Zi's brows and feet increased slightly.
Bald Guang felt as if a jack was being pressed on his back, and the sharp pain went from his spine to his heart...
"I can do it, I... can do it..." he shouted hurriedly.
Yang Zimei released his feet, and a cold smile appeared on the corners of his lips again, "If you can't do it, just wait for the taste of death slowly in three days. Also, tell Murong Yan, if you make any moves again
, the end will definitely be worse than yours."
"Yang Zimei——"
Murong Yan, who had just come out of the room to watch the fun, found that Bald Guang was stepped on by Yang Zimei. He happened to hear her last words and was so angry that she trembled all over, "Don't think you are so powerful when you meet my uncle."
, you still have to die!"
"Oh?" Yang Zimei responded slightly, "In that case, just call your uncle to come over and deal with me. Don't let these minions come out and embarrass themselves."
"Just wait if you have the guts! My uncle will definitely take care of you!"
Murong Yan was so angry that she picked up her cell phone and dialed her uncle's number. As soon as the call was connected, she immediately burst into tears, saying that someone bullied her and even despised her uncle.
After receiving her uncle's promise, Murong Yan smiled triumphantly.
So what if Yang Zimei is so powerful?
How can he compare to the eighteen Arhats under his uncle?
How can it compare to my uncle’s marksmanship?[
Yang Zimei sat down——
She just wanted to see who Murong Yan's uncle was!
After a while, more than a dozen people wearing white shirts and black suits came in. At a glance, it was obvious that they were all well-trained and had extraordinary skills.
Murong Yan was overjoyed when she saw the person coming, pointed at Yang Zimei and shouted, "That's her!"
The more than ten people turned their eyes to Yang Zimei, and their eyes were slightly surprised. They didn't expect that the person they were going to deal with was a young girl.
"Which one is her uncle?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows swept across their faces——
They just felt a chill in their faces, as if they had been scratched by a sharp blade of reality.
Years of exposure to swords and guns have given them very keen intuition.
"Of course I don't need my uncle to deal with people like you." Murong Yan smiled even more proudly, "I'll see how long you can laugh this time!"
"I'm sorry, I will laugh until the end." Yang Zimei's eyes turned cold and his figure flashed.
Before anyone could react, she was already flashing like a ghost in the crowd, raising her bare hands...
Everyone only heard more than a dozen dull sounds of people falling to the ground. When they looked closely, the girl had already sat back down, holding a glass of water in her hand and drinking leisurely.
And the dozen or so people were curled up on the ground and moaning like dead pigs...