Dong Zhipeng and his bodyguards were rescued. Dong Zhipeng covered his cheeks. His cheeks were burning and swollen. This made him hate Mo Hai deeply. He has lived for more than thirty years, and no one has dared to do this.
Hit him.
"Didn't you say you are a martial arts master? Why can't you even deal with a young man? Why did I invite you here?" Dong Zhipeng saw that the martial arts master he had spent a lot of money to invite had the same swollen cheeks as him.
asked dissatisfiedly.
"Mr. Dong, that kid is also a martial artist. His strength is not simple. I was careless just now." The bodyguard said quickly. He is also a master of internal strength after all. He was slapped away by a young man named Mo Hai. If this happened,
If you go out, won't you make your martial arts peers laugh out loud?
"Don't explain. You have disappointed me so much that you can't protect me. Why did I ask you to come?" Dong Zhipeng said impatiently.
"Don't worry, Mr. Dong, I will definitely avenge you. I will ask my senior brother to come over immediately." The bodyguard said, how could he swallow this tone?
"Who is your senior brother?" Dong Zhipeng asked.
"My senior brother lives in Hangzhou. He has retired from the martial arts world a long time ago. However, his strength is much more powerful than mine. He is a master of transformation. He can release his inner strength to the outside and hurt people from a distance. I invited him to come to West Lake.
Teach this kid a lesson," the bodyguard said.
"Then I'll give you another chance." Dong Zhipeng said lightly.
This bodyguard is a disciple of the Bagua Sect. His name is Xiong Jian. His talent is average, but he is diligent. He has practiced in the sect for decades and has developed inner strength. He is considered a master. However, there are many talents in Chinese martial arts.
Heroes come out in large numbers, but his meager strength is not enough in front of the real masters. After leaving the master and returning to the world, he can only work as a bodyguard to make ends meet.
However, his senior brother Li Hongdao was much more talented than him, and he was also more than ten years older than him. He entered the realm of enlightenment when he was in his forties. However, later, due to family reasons, Li Hongdao left the school and came to
With the development of Hangzhou, a private martial arts school was opened, specializing in teaching Baguazhang and promoting Shimen's martial arts.
Li Hongdao is now the president of the Hangzhou Martial Arts Association. He can be seen at the martial arts exchange meetings in Hangzhou. However, the current martial arts is no longer the killing skills it used to be. Nowadays, practicing martial arts is mainly for physical fitness.
Physically, this is a rule. Li Hongdao, the president of the Martial Arts Association, naturally complies with it. The mobile phone will remember to provide you with exciting novels in one second.
Xiong Jian took out his mobile phone and called Li Hongdao, adding more fuel to the fire and saying that Mo Hai not only injured him, but also insulted their Bagua sect. After hearing this, Li Hongdao was naturally unhappy. A martial artist, but a master
The sect is extremely important. How can we allow outsiders to humiliate our sect?
"Just wait, I'll come right away." Li Hongdao said in a deep voice.
Seeing that his senior brother agreed to come, Xiong Jian hung up the phone with an excited look on his face.
"Young Master Dong, don't worry. My senior brother is ten times stronger than me. He will definitely teach that boy a lesson." Xiong Jian said.
Dong Zhipeng looked gloomy and ordered the boat to be drawn, following Mo Hai's boat.
When An Xinhui saw Dong Zhipeng still following her, her face suddenly darkened. This Dong Zhipeng was impatient with life.
The old lady, Zhou Xiaorong and others also saw the painted boat following closely behind.
"Xiao Rong, why don't we leave first? Dong Zhipeng is a well-known playboy in Hangzhou. Mo Hai just hit him. He won't give up. He will definitely call someone to take revenge. There is no need for us to get entangled with him.
." Zhou Xiuli said with some worry.
As a native of Hangzhou, I am instinctively afraid of the behemoth Dong family. The Dong family used to be the richest man in Hangzhou. However, in recent years, due to the rapid development of the Internet, the Dong family has been impacted and their wealth has grown slowly. But after all, the Dong family is the richest man in Hangzhou.
The richest man in Hangzhou, his background is not comparable to that of ordinary families. Even the An family is not as good as it is, let alone a second-rate family like the Zhou family. To put it bluntly, the Dong family can just move their fingers.
It can bring the Zhou family to a standstill, so when they saw that Mo Hai had just beaten Dong Zhipeng, Zhou Xiuli and others were naturally worried. They were not afraid that Dong Zhipeng would cause trouble to Mo Hai, but they were afraid that they would be implicated.
They cannot afford the Dong family's anger.
Zhou Xiaorong looked at her son and asked what his son meant.
Mo Hai looked calm and said, "Mom, let's continue playing, don't worry about these little things."
"Well, Mo Hai, this is no small matter. Although you know Miss An and Mr. Wu, if you really offend the Dong family, I'm afraid Miss An can't do anything. Miss An, don't you think so?" Zhou Xiuli said with a worried look on her face.
said.
An Anhui nodded. Although she knew that Mo Hai killed without blinking an eye, she still didn't want Mo Hai to make enemies, so she also echoed the advice: "Master Mo, if not, let's go back first. There is no need to be as knowledgeable as Dong Zhipeng."
"I don't have the same level of understanding as him, but he doesn't know how to appreciate it. Well, since he won't give up, let's wait and settle this matter." Mo Hai said with a smile.
Seeing that Mo Hai refused to leave, An Xinhui was helpless.
More than an hour later, the sky suddenly turned overcast, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and it began to rain lightly. The rain fell on the West Lake, causing countless ripples on the surface of the lake.
This sudden change in weather caught tourists off guard and they all looked for shelter from the rain. West Lake Changti, which was crowded just a moment ago, soon became sparse with tourists.
Mo Hai's painting boat is parked in the middle of the West Lake. The West Lake in the mist and rain has a unique flavor. But at this moment, no one in Mo Hai is in the mood to appreciate the scenery. Others can't help but see Dong Zhipeng's painting boat less than a hundred meters away from them.
Somewhat worried.
"It's raining and it's a little cold. It's time for us to go back," the old lady said.
"Xiao Hai, let's go back." Zhou Xiaorong said.
Mo Hai looked at the lake outside the boat. In his hazy vision, someone suddenly came with a canoe.
"This person invited by Mr. Dong is here. Let's wait and leave." Mo Hai said with a slight smile.
Hearing Mo Hai's words, An Xinhui, Zhou Xiaorong and others all followed Mo Hai's gaze, and the wooden boat gradually approached.
When they saw the people on the canoe, the old lady, Zhou Xiuli, Zhou Xiaorong and others, their eyes widened. They originally thought that Dong Zhipeng would call dozens of people to deal with Mo Hai, but now, just an old man, this is not
Funny?
In the eyes of ordinary people, an old man is naturally inferior to a young man.
"Hey, isn't this old man Mr. Li Hongdao, the president of our Hangzhou Martial Arts Association? Why did Dong Zhipeng invite him here?" An Anhui said with some surprise when she saw the old man. Because of Wu Yuan, An Anhui
He has been exposed to martial arts since he was a child, and An Anhui has had many contacts with Li Hongdao as the president of the Hangzhou Martial Arts Association. In An Hui’s impression, Li Hongdao is an approachable old man, so when he saw that Li Hongdao was coming to meet Mo Hai