Seeing so many southerners rushing over, Wang Sangui grabbed a golf club and shouted:
"Mr. Tang, Mr. Han, you go quickly, I will stop them."
Not to mention that he wanted to be rich and powerful, but even Jin Zhihao's face made him protect the two women with all his heart.
"Mr. Wang!"
Han Ziqi was slightly startled when he saw this.
She didn't have a good impression of Wang Sangui, and they even had conflicts, but now she was a little moved when she saw him standing in front of her.
"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly!"
Wang Sangui shouted: "Go find Mr. Ye quickly!"
Although Wang Sangui has no skills, successful people always pay attention to physical exercise, so he is still half better than ordinary people.
"Go to hell!"
Therefore, when a young man from southern China rushed forward, Wang Sangui immediately hit him on the knee with a stick.
The southern youth fell to the ground with a thud.
Wang Sangui took the opportunity to take a step forward and hit his opponent on the chin with a smooth swing, sending the fierce young man flying away.
Then he swung back and hit an attacker in the neck.
The other party instantly collapsed and fell down.
But before Wang Sangui could be happy, a fist hit him hard on the shoulder, and at the same time, he kicked him hard in the abdomen with two feet.
Wang Sangui immediately staggered back and waved his club like crazy to intimidate his opponent.
Hitting someone with a hard club is very painful.
Jin Zhihao helped Tang Yanxi stand up and shouted: "You are stupid, don't you know how to take things?"
The words awakened the dreamer, and there were more than a dozen southerners holding golf clubs, swinging stools, and some carrying sun umbrellas.
Then they roared and surrounded him.
"Let's go!"
Wang Sangui shouted to Han Ziqi and Tang Ruoxue again: "Let's go."
"Walk!"
Tang Ruoxue decisively pulled Han Ziqi and evacuated to the hotel lobby.
On the way, she wanted to take out her cell phone to make a call, but found that she had dropped it in the chaos.
Fortunately, Han Ziqi still had her cell phone in hand, and she quickly called Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, something happened..."
When they retreated nearly 100 meters, Wang Sangui was kicked to the ground.
The golf clubs have already been sold off.
Wang Sangui waved his hands to constantly guard his body's vital points to prevent hard objects from hurting his eyes or heart.
Facing the crazy siege of more than a dozen southerners, he knew that he had no chance and was unlikely to fight back.
What you have to do now is to protect your vitals.
"Hit him! Beat him!"
The chaos and group fights at the scene had already made Jin Zhihao lose his mind.
He didn't know whose dignity he had trampled on, let alone what the consequences would be.
He only knew that he, Jin Zhihao, had been humiliated today. He was slapped three times by two women and hit with a club by the loser of the Wang family.
All he knew was that if he stabbed the sky in the harbor city, nothing would happen to him.
At this moment, Wang Sangui had been knocked to the ground, and he didn't know how many kicks and fists he had been hit on his body.
It took ten minutes for him to feel his fists and feet stop.
But his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his body was covered in blood, and two of his bones were broken.
Unprecedented embarrassment and cowardice.
The chaos came to a standstill after Jin Zhihao and the others vented their anger. There were more than a dozen people scattered around the scene.
During this period, golf course staff rushed over to stop him, but to no avail.
The beautiful and sexy golf course manager kept smiling and was slapped twice by Jin Zhihao. Finally, he covered his face and hid in a corner crying.
Most of the security guards who broke up the fight were beaten.
"Damn it, can you still move?"
Jin Zhihao picked up a chair and hit Wang Sangui on the back with a bang as he tried to get up.
With a click, the chair fell apart. Wang Sangui groaned and fell back to the ground, completely unable to get up.
Several southerners stepped forward with a ferocious smile and stepped on Wang Sangui's limbs.
"Wang Sangui..."
"You are so fucking courageous. You dare to let go of the two women I like, and you dare to attack me. How do you feel about being beaten like a dead dog by me now?"
"What? Are you not convinced?"
"If you're not convinced, call me. I know you are the nephew of the fifth family. If you bring in some experts from the Wang family, I will definitely be defeated by you."
"Or ask Wang Qiaochu to come forward to negotiate. You will definitely make me miserable."
Jin Zhihao said with a soft smile:
“The question is can you?”
"You are just a dog from the Wang family. How can you act like a core nephew and ask me to give you face? That's stupid."
He kicked Wang Sangui again:
"Come on, if you don't agree, call someone now. We'll be waiting for you here."
Jin Zhihao smiled evilly: "If you don't dare, just kneel here."
"Whenever you bring these two women back to me, you can get up."
He stepped hard on Wang Sangui's face with his toes: "Did you hear what I said clearly..."
"Jin Zhihao, I admit that there will be no consequences if you bully me."
Wang Sangui struggled to say: "But if you touch Han Ziqi, just wait and die."
"Waiting to die? It's just a rich man's daughter. If I get it, I'll do it. What can I do?"
Jin Zhihao smiled sinisterly: "Could it be that the Han family would arm-wrestle with our Kim chaebol for her?"
"Look, I'll have sex with those two women in at most two days."
He blew out a hot breath: "I will also ask the Han family to clean them and bring them up."
Wang Sangui laughed angrily: "What a loud tone, do you really think no one dares to touch you?"
A dozen southern men and women showed disdain when they heard this. They really didn't believe that anyone could touch Jin Zhihao.
Jin Zhihao also spread his hands with an indifferent smile: "Who can touch me?"
"I!"
At this moment, a deep voice sounded, and then the bodies of the four people who were stepping on Wang Sangui shook.
They were hit in the head by a golf ball and fell to the ground, bleeding and wailing.
Ye Fan, Tang Ruoxue and Han Ziqi soon appeared in front of Jin Zhihao and others.
Seeing Ye Fan appear, Wang Sangui's eyes widened and she felt that all the pain was worth it.
Ye Fan?
Tang Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled contemptuously:
"Ye Fan, this is not a place for you to show off. Don't show up at all costs."
"Master Jin, his name is Ye Fan. He comes from the mainland. He is a poor relative of one of my aunts. He has a few talents but no background."
She quickly revealed Ye Fan's humble identity to Jin Zhihao.
Several southern women looked joking for a moment.
Ye Fan didn't even look at Tang Yanxi and approached Jin Zhihao with an indifferent expression.
"Boy, if you hurt my brother, are you seeking death?"
"And you two bitches, how dare you come here, haven't you been beaten enough?"
A carefree young man from southern China was holding a club and sneered at Tang Ruoxue and Han Ziqi.
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly blurred and the club disappeared from his hand.
Then his head exploded and he fell to the ground, unconscious for an instant. Ye Fan grabbed the club and knocked the person down with a snap of his fingers.
Jin Zhihao and a dozen of his companions were all dumbfounded.
A dozen southern bodyguards also tensed their nerves.
Ye Fan shook his club and continued to press towards Jin Zhihao:
"It's very cool to touch my woman..."
His eyes were sharp.
At this time, without Jin Zhihao's orders, more than a dozen southerners roared, got up and rushed towards Ye Fan with their teeth and claws.
Ye Fan did not retreat but advanced, and a white light quickly swept across.
A club was waved in the crowd.
"Plop! Plop!"
In a series of crisp sounds, more than a dozen southerners screamed and fell to the ground, either with broken hands or broken legs.
There was blood flowing on the ground.
Tang Yanxi couldn't believe it. He didn't expect Ye Fan to be so ferocious, and at the same time he was even more angry. Why did Ye Fan call him Mr. Ban Jin?
Jin Zhihao sensed danger and shouted to the bodyguard: "Come on!"
More than a dozen southern bodyguards immediately rushed towards Ye Fan.
"Bang bang bang——"
Ye Fan moved forward with his club swinging without losing momentum, showing no fear of the bulky and round-waisted Nanguo bodyguards.
Two minutes later, more than a dozen bodyguards were knocked to the ground by Ye Fan. The three of them instinctively wanted to touch firearms, but their joints were broken by Ye Fan.
The middle-aged man in black, who could compete with Nangong Yan, moved closer to Ye Fan, and then launched a series of Wing Chun fists.
The wind is fierce.
But before Jin Zhihao and the others were happy, Ye Fan kicked him away more than ten meters.
The middle-aged man in black spurted blood and fainted like a dead dog.
Unrivaled.
Seeing Ye Fan's face approaching step by step, and the aura of violence on his face, Jin Zhihao was completely frightened.
He moved back in panic and said: "Boy, if you hurt our people, I will make you suffer forever."
Tang Yanxi is also fierce in appearance and soft in heart:
"Ye Fan, he is the eldest son of the Jin family in the South. You can't afford to offend him."
