This does not mean that Suning has become a complete useless person, and it is difficult to fight against others.
Let’s not talk about the spirit of being at the 18th level of martial arts. Let’s just talk about the large and small battles we have experienced in this year, and we have escaped from death countless times.
How can Liu Yang, who is at the fifth level of martial arts, compare to his skilled combat experience?
Fighting with fists and kicks, until Suning's forehead dripped with sweat.
He stepped on Liu Yang's face, deliberately making a scene and said: "A good man will be bullied by others, and a good horse will be ridden by others."
"If you don't let me live a comfortable life and make me missing arms and legs, then you can't even think about it."
"Come on, who's afraid of whom?"
He picked up the mop on the floor and slapped her head and face again.
The beating left Liu Yang with more air coming out than taking in air. He was covered in blood, curled up and wailing weakly.
Then, Suning was pulled away.
Seven or eight disciples of the Yangzhai Department surrounded him, and each of them was shocked beyond measure.
Beating people, openly and openly at the headquarters, the one who was injured was Liu Yang, the most senior person in the department?
Is this new guy crazy?
Doesn't he know how much trouble this will cause him?
Let’s not talk about the rules of the headquarters, let’s talk about the twists and turns of the Yangzhai Department.
Will he still have a good life after this?
I have to shed my skin even if I don't die.
"Senior Brother Liu."
A fat young disciple squatted down and helped Liu Yang up with great effort. His eyes were horrified and he asked, "Are you okay?"
Liu Yang tilted his head and said angrily: ", report, report to Chief Zhao."
The fat disciple said in a trembling voice: "Someone has already gone."
"Quick, everyone lend a hand and send Senior Brother Liu to receive treatment first."
"And this kid, don't let him run away."
Several people got into a mess, picked up Liu Yang and ran outside.
Suning stayed where he was, his eyes rolling.
Is the incident big enough? Can it successfully attract Lingxi's attention?
He was not sure, and even had doubts about it.
So, in order to ensure that he could see his wife, he took action again.
When a disciple who was intercepting him wasn't paying attention, he raised his leg and kicked him.
He roared with righteous indignation: "When there are many people, there are many who bully the few. Scholars can be killed but not humiliated."
"I'll fight with you..."
"Damn it, you still dare to commit murder?"
"Brothers beat him up."
The scene was once so chaotic that it was out of control. It was an unprecedented situation in the "history" of the Yangzhai Department.
When the supervisor, Zhao Mianfeng, arrived, the toilet door was in a mess.
The broken mop, the remaining blood, the broken glass pieces.
Suning leaned against the wall with her nose and face swollen, panting like an ox.
Three or four inner disciples were lying on the ground, some holding their heads and some covering their stomachs.
His expression was painful and he kept screaming.
The remaining two men held iron bars and surrounded Suning in an offensive posture.
Don't dare to move, don't dare to retreat.
He just stood there in a stalemate, with a fierce look on his face.
"Have you had enough fighting? Are you satisfied?"
Zhao Mianfeng had a dark face and scolded sternly: "This is the Kunlun headquarters, the Yangzhai Department, one of the three departments under the name of Feng Shui Hall."
"It's not a vegetable market, it's a street food stall."
"What do you want to do? Can't you rebel?"
He had a sullen expression on his face and said angrily: "Get back here, all of you, and wait for the punishment to come."
At this time, the fat disciple who sent Liu Yang to the infirmary for treatment returned. When he saw Zhao Mianfeng, he immediately clasped his fists in fear and said: "Master Zhao, what happened today was all caused by this new disciple named Yigou."
"He, he doesn't follow the rules."
"Take action first, we are forced to resist."
A group of disciples echoed and angrily accused Tesco of the "heinous sins" it had committed.
Zhao Mianfeng's eyes flashed and he said: "Okay, I will report the right and wrong to Manager Ni in detail."
"Yigou, come with me."
The door to the principal's office is closed.
Zhao Mianfeng faced the bookshelf with a gloomy face and said, "If I remember correctly, I warned you half an hour ago."
"In the headquarters, in our Yangzhai Department, we must abide by the rules."
"It goes in one ear and out the other. You don't take my warning to heart at all. Are you a cat? Do you have nine lives?"
He asked in an imposing manner: "Are you challenging me, or are you challenging the preferential treatment given to you by the headquarters?"
Suning innocently said: "Mr. Zhao, Liu Yang asked me for 330,000 yuan as soon as he came up."
"Look at how poor I am, do I look like a rich man?"
"Forcing me to submit, threatening me with missing arms and legs."
"What is unbearable? He is riding on me. How can I live up to myself if I don't do something?"
Zhao Mianfeng sneered: "Yes, I'm sorry for myself."
"So it's a huge surprise for you to make this big deal for me."
"Where's the evidence?"
"Human and physical evidence, which one do you have?"
"When you get to the top, who will testify for you?"
"Challenge the Yangzhai Department on your own, you are very good."
He smiled evilly and clapped his hands, full of evil spirit and said: "Go and enjoy the rest of your time, it may be your last beautiful life."
Suning knew the truth and asked, "Doesn't Mr. Zhao intend to report the truth truthfully?"
