The other person covered his crotch, resisting the discomfort and tried to fight back, but his arm was broken by his back.
The screams reached his ears, and Kong Lijie watched in astonishment as the three men were easily dispatched by Jiang Zhihao.
He immediately understood that this person was a practicing master and was not to be trifled with!
He just raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Zhihao: "You..."
Before he finished his sentence, Jiang Zhihao rushed forward, his cold eyes making Kong Lijie tremble all over.
The next second, two slaps came over, making stars shine in his eyes.
Then, Jiang Zhihao kicked him several meters away.
He sat down on the ground and even vomited out his last night's meal.
Looking at Kong Lijie condescendingly, Jiang Zhihao said coldly: "Get out of here right now, otherwise, I will throw you into the sea from here!"
Kong Lijie wanted to say some harsh words, but he saw that even if a few more people came, they might not be Jiang Zhihao's opponents.
Eyes full of resentment glanced back and forth at Jiang Zhihao and Wang Yingjun. He got up and ran to his car, not even paying attention to his subordinates.
The vehicle started and left the place quickly. Jiang Zhihao kicked those men hard: "Get out of here!"
Several people ignored the physical pain and left here reluctantly.
Wang Yingjun, who had seen Jiang Zhihao's fighting power a long time ago, was slightly relieved at this moment, but still said with some worry: "If you beat them so hard, it won't be easy to explain to Mr. Kong later..."
Kong Dehao is the local emperor of Jiawei, and Wang Yingjun knows this. Although she knows that Jiang Zhihao also has a trump card, she still feels that doing more is worse than doing less.
If you offend this underground emperor, you may be in trouble in the future.
But Jiang Zhihao didn't have so many worries and said: "Don't worry, Kong Dehao is very smart and knows that he can't offend me. If Kong Lijie wants to get help from him, he will only get one more beating."
Seeing Jiang Zhihao's confidence, Wang Yingjun said nothing more.
Her trust in Jiang Zhihao has gone through the test of life and death.
After such an episode, the two of them stopped staying in the shop.
At the invitation of Wang Yingjun, Jiang Zhihao came to her residence in Jiawei for the first time.
At this time, Kong Lijie slapped the steering wheel with an angry look on his face, his eyes full of hatred.
"You bastard! You dare to hit me! You're dead! And that stinky woman, you son of a bitch, I'll wait for you two! If I don't kill you two, my surname is not Kong!"
After swearing fiercely, Kong Lijie drove back to find his father.
Jiang Zhihao and Wang Yingjun entered the room. The decoration here was very warm, with flowers and plants everywhere, and paintings painted by Wang Yingjun himself.
Many of the paintings were landscapes she painted after coming to the beach. They are not masterpieces, but they are full of plainness and warmth.
"You sit down first and I'll make you tea." Wang Yingjun said.
Jiang Zhihao was not polite and looked around in the living room.
When Wang Yingjun came over with a tea cup, he was standing in front of a painting of seagulls and sunset, seemingly in a trance.