() Wang Xiaobo nailed his feet to the ground and fell backwards following the punch. The bald man's punch barely hit Wang Xiaobo's clothes, and he lost all his power. However, the sharp wind of the punch still made him feel a little tight in the chest.
Wang Xiaobo knew that this person's kung fu was at the top level of the fifth level, no wonder he was so good. Unfortunately, he still failed in front of him at the second level of the seventh level.
Although the bald head knew that his punch had been dodged by the opponent with clever force, so he didn't take it seriously, but he used Quan Feng with eight layers of inner strength, but it couldn't do anything to him, but made him ashamed. He couldn't help but sweat profusely.
The beads rolled down from his forehead, and he looked at Wang Xiaobo in fear.
Wang Xiaobo also looked at him coldly: "Are we still competing? Apologize!"
"You're such a bastard, I don't believe it." The big man was unconvinced and rushed over from the door. Ren. The big man started scolding his mother. Suddenly, a nameless fire rushed into his heart, and he took advantage of the situation.
The flying thunder palm he had just learned was shot out. The big man screamed and flew twenty meters outside the gate, unable to get up again.
Among the three people, the silent guy with a mustache was shocked and quickly picked up a long box and ran outside.
When Wang Xiaobo saw the long box, he suddenly remembered the sniper rifle at the door of the chemical plant. He swayed and blocked the door. He said to the man with a playful smile: "It's okay for him. He hasn't finished the meal yet? Go ahead and eat."
The bald man couldn't stand up anymore, so he stepped forward and said humbly: "I'm sorry for disturbing a few people who are enjoying their meal. We apologize!" After saying that, he took out a ten-dollar bill from his trouser pocket and counted ten of them.
, threw it on the table: "No need to look for it." Putting his hand on the shoulder of the mustache, he wanted to go out.
Wang Xiaobo leaned against the door frame, resting one foot on the other side of the door frame, looking at them lazily: "I'll take care of myself now that I've come, why are we in such a hurry?"
One hand of the mustached man had already stretched out to his lower back. When the bald man saw him making a move, he grabbed his wrist and said with a smile: "Friend, we will see you later." Wang Xiaobo put down his foot and took a step forward.
, already standing next to the mustache, suddenly asked: "You came all the way to do business with Beishan Chemical Plant?"
The faces of the two changed, and the hand with the mustache reached to the lower back. The bald man hurriedly took a step forward, blocked in front of the mustache and said: "Chemical factory? I don't know. We come here from Lingnan to collect some mountain goods, small business
, a small business.”
"There was also a Lingnan man in the front. Like this man, he brought a long box to collect mountain products. What was the result? It's a pity that he died! He committed suicide." Wang Xiaobo said with a smile on his face.
The mustache's face has turned livid, and his bald head remains frightened: "People die for money and birds die for food. All living beings have a life of hard work. Being an official is nothing more than power and money? Many friends, many
A road, isn’t it?”
"Yes, some money is available, but some money is absolutely unavailable. Your fellow countryman may have touched the unavailable money, and he would have lost his life. Not to mention ill-gotten wealth, taking it is against the law.
Article." Wang Xiaobo seemed to be giving a lecture.
Just when Wang Jinbao saw Wang Xiaobo slapped him with his palm, without hitting the big man, the opponent flew away unbelievably far away. That scene can only be seen in movies. This little secretary Wang is indeed a bit difficult to figure out, since he is so tall
With such skill, why are you interested in such a small official position, and why do you do it with gusto?
At this moment, Wang Xiaobo refused to eat and was chatting with these people in riddles. He felt a little confused at first, but when he heard them talking about money, he became more energetic. It turns out that you, Wang Xiaobo, said
Although he is noble and noble, he is also jealous of money. That is, being an official for thousands of miles is not just for money.
Wang Jinbao used his own philosophical thinking to analyze Wang Xiaobo's character and felt that the account book left by Naru mine manager was not as difficult as expected. Maybe money can solve the problem, but it's just a small amount. He felt
, it is necessary to find an intermediary to talk to Wang Xiaobo.
Regarding everything in front of me, Secretary Xiao Wang seems to be clearly trying to rip off the other party. Since you, Wang Xiaobo, intend to do this, why don't I let nature take its course and put a handle in my own hands, which will give me an extra weight in future negotiations. So, he
He greeted: "Xiwang, let the young people handle the affairs of the young people. Come on, come on. Let's eat first. We are already hungry."
Guan Xiwang knew Wang Xiaobo's strength. The three killers he sent before all died inexplicably. Although he hated him deeply, at this moment, he was thrown out of the door by the big man. It was really a shame. Still.
The good Wang Xiaobo took action and helped him regain face. Therefore, they had the same hatred and had already secretly instructed the fat manager to call Fang Dali, the director of the police station.
He wanted to run out and kick the big man hard to express his anger. But Secretary Wang greeted him and called him Xiwang for the first time tonight. He was so flattered that he gave up.
I ran to the table in a hurry to entertain the great god in my heart - Deputy Secretary Wang.
This is how people feel. If it were normal, the mayor of Guan would have noticed the ambiguity in the language of Wang Xiaobo and others. But now they share the same hatred, so they don't think there is anything unusual about the conversation between them.
"Yes! Yes! Look, the food is cold. I'm really sorry. Brother, this is my phone number. If you need anything, don't bother me. I'll say goodbye." At this moment, he took out his business card and handed it to Wang Xiaobo. It was obviously a hint.
As long as he lets them go, money is no problem, and he has a phone number to contact him.
Wang Jinbao secretly rejoiced, "Okay, Wang Xiaobo accepted your business card. As long as I keep an eye on you, are you afraid that you will run away? These few, at first glance, are from the underworld. If they get stained, the red ones will turn black."
He deliberately said loudly: "This braised mutton does have flavor, it has flavor." After saying this, he glanced at Wang Xiaobo casually.
Wang Xiaobo took the business card and glanced at it: "Oh, the manager of Lingnan Daxia Non-staple Food Company, sorry, sorry. You are not interested in talking to the director of our supply and marketing cooperative?"
The bald head was eager to leave the place where things were right and wrong, so he hurriedly said: "Next time, next time." Then he grabbed the eight-character figure and rushed out of the door.
But Wang Xiaobo flashed away like a ghost and blocked the door again: "Not busy, not busy. Let's talk!" A hand was already pressed on the shoulder of the mustache.
The mustached man felt that a thousand kilograms of weight was pressing on his shoulders, and his face turned red. He suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Wang Xiaobo.
Soon after, Wang Xiaobo's other hand had already grabbed the gun-holding wrist of the mustache. In less than 0.1 seconds, the gun had been transferred to his hand. With a move of his feet, the mustache was like a dead pig.
, had been trampled under his feet, and screamed ah, ah.
The bald man could no longer remain calm and kicked Wang Xiaobo's knee in an attempt to relieve the danger of the mustache.
Wang Xiaobo refused to retreat and counterattacked, hitting the bald head head-on with the gun in his hand. The bald head was startled, retracted the kick, and jumped to the side.
Wang Xiaobo's seemingly vicious blow was actually a feint, and he had already turned around midway. The bald man's face just came close to him, and the pistol hit the bald man's head firmly, causing blood to flow out immediately.
The bald man became angry with embarrassment. He roared, kicked his legs, and shot up to a height of more than two meters. From top to bottom, he punched Wang Xiaobo in the head.
Wang Xiaobo counterattacked with a single palm, and the flying thunder palm roared out. His bald body hit the ceiling directly. The prefabricated board was still strong, but the ceiling fan next to it unexpectedly fell down. "Boom! Boom!" Two sounds,
The ceiling fan fell on a table in the distance, and the tableware flew everywhere; the bald head fell at Wang Xiaobo's feet, and his forehead hit the cement floor, leaving a bloody patch.
Wang Jinbao wanted to see a good show, but he didn't want to end up with such a result. In addition, he found the pistol, which made him even more stunned.
Xiao Li from the Procuratorate, perhaps because of his duty and for the sake of meritorious service, rushed forward and beat the drowned dog hard. He kicked the bald man twice, but he still didn't understand his hatred, so he picked him up again and wanted to give him two slaps.
After all, the bald man had a top-level fifth-level skill. Although he was hit in the chest by Wang Xiaobo's palm, he was protected by his inner energy, but in fact he only suffered some superficial injuries. Seeing that Xiao Li came to take advantage again, he became angry.
He picked up a punch and hit him firmly on the lower abdomen.
Xiao Li had never practiced martial arts, so he could not withstand the punch. His body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, and hit Guan Xiwang who was sitting at the bottom.
Poor Guan Xiwang suffered a terrible disaster for the second time. After he was knocked to the ground, Xiao Li's buttocks sat heavily on his chest again, causing him to scream in pain. It is estimated that his ribs were broken.
