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Chapter 309

The furious Song Xiaopeng stood up with the help of his younger brother.

He raised his hand and wiped it casually at the corner of his mouth, and when he looked down, it turned out to be a bright red!

"Blood?"

Ahem...

Seeing the blood, Song Xiaopeng felt the heavy feeling in his chest and couldn't help coughing twice.

Although everyone couldn't believe it, he actually suffered internal injuries from this kick!

Being kicked in front of his younger brother was a great shame and humiliation for Song Xiaopeng!

The veins on his forehead popped out, and his whole face was flushed.

Like a mad beast, he pointed at Zhang Yuan's nose and roared.

"Mad! You dare to kick me when you're riding a horse?"

Zhang Yuan glanced at him with disdain, feeling that the other person looked a bit like an idiot.

"You didn't react? Do you want me to kick you in the ass again?"

"very good!"

Pooh!

Song Xiaopeng spat blood on the ground at his feet, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Which leg was used just now... It doesn't matter, I've ruined those two legs!"

"Today I want him to kneel before me and surrender!"

The younger brothers were very aggressive, holding sticks in their hands and shouting that they were going to rush towards Zhang Yuan!

But before that, they felt a sudden breeze blowing inexplicably.

Then a strange figure flashed in front of him and disappeared in a flash!

"That is!"

"So fast!"

"How can it be?"

After Song Xiaopeng was kicked over by that kick, he was at least 10 meters away from Zhang Yuan.

At such a distance, if his aim was a little more accurate, he might be able to pick up a stone and throw it hard.

If that were the case, then everyone would recognize it.

But what is unimaginable is that Zhang Yuan himself looks like that stone!

Almost instantly, he crossed the distance of about 10 meters and passed through the crowd to reach Song Xiaopeng!

Gulu...

Looking at the figure so close at hand, Song Xiaopeng's throat rolled violently and he swallowed hard.

His eyes slowly moved down, and there was a big hand firmly grasping his collar on his chest!

Hiss!

As the big hand slowly exerted force, the clothes began to make unpleasant sounds under the influence of tension.

And Song Xiaopeng also clearly felt that the height difference between himself and Zhang Yuan was getting closer and closer.

At first, I could only reach the opponent's chin, but now I'm even ahead of him...

But this is not a surprise, because his feet are getting further and further away from the ground!

The great panic instantly spread throughout his body, sending chills down his spine and chills in his heart!

"You! What do you want to do?"

Bang bang bang...

With a series of crisp sounds, Zhang Yuan's other hand mercilessly slapped Song Xiaopeng's face.

After more than a dozen ears were shaved off, Song Xiaopeng's face became fatter.

"Don't talk nonsense before I teach you to do it!"

boom!

After slapping him more than a dozen times, Zhang Yuan raised his leg and kicked Song Xiaopeng hard in the lower abdomen!

Song Xiaopeng flew out upside down, with a sweet gasp in his throat, spraying a line of blood in the hall, and then fell heavily to the ground again.

This scene has long confused others.

Until Song Xiaopeng struggled to stand up, those younger disciples were still confused as to how Zhang Yuan came to him in an instant.

There was no time to take action or any response.

Song Xiaopeng knew this state very well, because too many people had shown this expression in front of him before.

That is to be frightened!

"puff!"

Song Xiaopeng stood up and couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth carelessly, and said fiercely to Zhang Yuan.

"you!"

Zhang Yuan rubbed his wrist and responded lightly.

"What are you? Do you want to try again?"

"I!"

Although Song Xiaopeng was dissatisfied, he really didn't have any confidence in his heart.

The younger brothers were all frightened. If we take action again, we will only be asking for trouble!

"Just wait for me, I'll call someone to deal with you right away!"

Wu Yumo knew that Song Xiaopeng was obviously scared, and with a look of shock on her face, she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her mouth.

Under the ten fingers, the small cherry mouth is now open enough to fit an egg.

Looking at Zhang Yuan blankly, a word suddenly appeared in his mind to describe him.

That is handsome!

"It's so handsome!"

Such a man makes you feel safe when you are around him!

After Wu Yumo came back to his senses, he was even more surprised. He never expected that Zhang Yuan still had such strength.

Then I just found a treasure!

Thinking of this, the little girl's eyes began to sparkle.

She looked at Zhang Yuan like a little obsessed girl, shining brightly like stars attracted by the moon.

Zhang Yuan ignored Song Xiaopeng's harsh words and even urged him angrily.

"Hurry up! Call more people over, otherwise I'm afraid there won't be enough for me to fight!"

"Arrogant! Too arrogant!"

"The manager doesn't need to call anyone, we brothers haven't taken action yet."

"Yes! It was just a show off by him. This time we will go together and kill him to avenge you!"

Although the younger brothers were still aggressive, Song Xiaopeng was a little hesitant.

"You guys..."

Even if you get it, it won’t be enough for others to fight!

But it’s hard to say this, it’s a bit demoralizing.

So Song Xiaopeng sighed deeply and could only look at Zhang Yuan like a big boss who had entered the novice village.

He cleaned up his group of younger brothers as easily as he could chop melons and vegetables...

"Ouch..."

"Woooo..."

There were a bunch of little guys lying on the ground.

Everyone started to moan and wail in agony while covering the affected area.

On the other hand, Zhang Yuan still looked relaxed and still had some energy left.

"That's it? That's it? Where's the one you're riding on?"

Zhang Yuan looked at Song Xiaopeng and scolded him with all his mockery.

"I'll give you another 10 minutes, and if I can't get anyone to come, I won't even think about leaving!"

Gulu...

Song Xiaopeng swallowed hard, took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, found a series of numbers and dialed it.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiaopeng felt confident again as if he was a new person.

Even though his nose was bruised and his face was very swollen, he still pointed at Zhang Yuan's nose and shouted.

"Just wait for me!"

10 minutes passed quickly.

As if he had received an order, a chaotic noise exploded at the door!

"Where are the people? Who dares to step on a horse and eat a bear's heart or a leopard to touch me!"

Hearing this voice, Song Xiaopeng was overjoyed and limped forward to greet him.

"Brother Gao! Here is Brother Gao!"

"It's this boy, you must help me vent my anger!"

The person who was called Brother Gao led dozens of young people and poured into the hall of Huamei Capital.

Pushing aside the younger brothers who were crowding around him, he walked out of the crowd.

"What bastard! I want to see who it is today..."

The words stopped suddenly, and Brother Gao stared at Zhang Yuan closely, his pupils narrowing slightly and almost shrinking into a thin slit.

Song Xiaopeng was slightly startled when he saw this, and said with some doubts.

"Brother Gao, do you know this person?"

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but smile when he saw the visitor.

“It’s really a pile of rubbish!”


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