Qiao Wenshu stepped out of the car with long legs and fastened the buttons of his suit with both hands.
He strode towards that direction.
Wang Han also got out of the car and prepared to go over and become the fire leader.
The young man holding the sword box already had bruises on his face.
Standing next to him were a middle-aged man and an old man, and several people he had brought were lying on the ground.
Several of them are already dead.
The fat man sitting at the front of the car tilted his head.
A thin and small man next to him smiled and walked towards the young man with a fan pinned to his back collar.
"Young man, I will give you two ways. Either, I will give you 50 million and you sell us the sword! Or, if you die accidentally, we will take the sword away. These are the two ways, you can choose for yourself!
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The young man held the sword box and said, "We bought this sword ourselves, why should we give it to you!"
The thin man chuckled strangely.
"Yours? Who said it's yours?"
"What we bought is of course ours!"
The thin man took out his fan from his back jacket and unfolded it with a bang.
"Young student, I think you're going to drink a fine drink instead of toasting me!"
The thin man took a step back, and two people jumped out from behind him and started to attack.
With three strokes, five divisions and two strokes, the young man and several others with them were knocked to the ground.
The thin man snatched the sword box from the young man's hand and said, "Bring it to you!"
The young man roared, "Give me back my Crane Sword!"
The thin man let out his trademark weird laugh.
"What do you mean by your sword? Whose sword is in whose hand it belongs!"
There was a dagger hidden in the young man's sleeve, and he suddenly took action. The thin man quickly stepped back, but his skin was still scratched.
"Oh, fuck! Hold him down!"
The thin man roared.
Several strong men held down the young man, and the thin man kicked the young man's head several times. Feeling that he was still angry, he untied his belt and said, "You little bastard, I'll give you some face!"
As he spoke, he peed on the young man's head.
Qiao Wenshu strode towards this side.
The onlookers looked over one after another when they saw this, and many of them greeted him politely.
"Master Qiao!"
The thin man looked at Qiao Wenshu, who was gradually approaching.
He quickly shook his gun, pulled up his pants, and glanced at the fat man over there from the corner of his eye.
"Hey! Mr. Qiao, what kind of wind brings you here?"
Qiao Wenshu glanced at the young man lying on the ground. He didn't mind that he was dirty, so he helped the young man up and handed him a tissue.
He turned his head and looked at the thin man.
"Give things back to people."
The thin man glanced at the big fat man with his peripheral vision. The big fat man shook his head slightly, cupped his fists and smiled at Qiao Wenshu.
"Master Qiao, this is my sword, why should I give it back to him?"
The young man roared, "You fart! This is the sword our family bought! I still have the credentials!"
"You young man, don't fart! The rules of the world are that whoever has something in his hand belongs to him! Now that something is in my hand, it belongs to me!"
The young man was trembling all over, angry but helpless.
In a world where the jungle prevails, weakness is the original sin.
Strength is truth.
A weak person still possesses a great treasure, and others can only be angry after eating and wiping them out.
However, anger cannot solve all problems.
"My name is engraved on the sword!" The young man pointed to the sword box in the thin man's hand.
Unexpectedly, the thin man immediately raised his eyebrows, "Fuck! Who the hell gave you the courage to carve your name on my sword!"
The young man was so angry that he rushed to beat someone, but was kicked to the ground by the thin man.
The thin man handed the sword box to the person next to him and asked the person to hand the sword to the big fat man.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Wenshu suddenly raised his hand and pressed the sword box.
The thin man turned back and looked at Qiao Wenshu.
"Master Qiao, what advice do you have?"
“Give things back!”
The thin man closed the fan and turned it around in his hands.
"Mr. Qiao, I respect you as the eldest son of the second eunuch, so I talk to you nicely! But face is given to each other! If I give you face, you have to give me face! I give you face, but you don't give me face.
, then you are not giving me face! Don’t think that I..."
Qiao Wenshu grabbed the thin man's neck and lifted him up.
"Then you don't have to give me face!"
The thin man was short, and Qiao Wenshu lifted him up like a little chicken, with his legs dangling wildly.
One hand scratched at the big fat man's side.
The fat man put his fingers into his mouth and picked his teeth.
He walked towards this direction with a few unsteady steps.
"It turns out to be Mr. Qiao! Your Majesty is here. What advice can you give me?"
Qiao Wenshu threw the thin man away like garbage, picked up the sword case and handed it to the young man.
But the big fat man raised his hand and held the sword box.
"Huh? Mr. Qiao, are you being a little too lenient?"
"You know, I, Qiao Wenshu, look down on bullies the most."
The fat on the fat man's face piled up when he smiled.
It adds a bit of sinister look.
"Then Mr. Qiao must take care of today's matter?"
"I saw it, so naturally I have to take care of it."
The big fat man's hand was holding the sword box.
"Young Master Qiao, do you want to take action? I am also a member of the Shanhe Club. The Shanhe Club clearly stipulates that members cannot kill each other. The one who strikes first will be punished. Mr. Qiao wants to break the rules of the Shanhe Club."
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Qiao Wenshu smiled and raised his wrist, elegantly taking off the watch on his wrist.
Picking up the watch with his fingers, he smiled at Wang Han and said, "Xiao Feng, hold it for me."
Wang Han took the watch.
Qiao Wenshu nodded and thanked with a smile.
He raised his hand and adjusted his glasses.
He reached out and grabbed the big fat man's wrist, strangled the big fat man's wrist and pulled him into his arms. He patted Qiao Wenshu's chest with the back of the big fat man's fat hand.
Qiao Wenshu let go of the big fat man's wrist.
He lowered his head and glanced at his chest.
He raised his hand and patted the area on his chest that had just been patted.
Youran raised his head, staring at the big fat man with his eyes behind the lenses.
"Everyone has seen it, it was you who touched me first.
The Shanhe Association also clearly stipulates that any party can counterattack with all its strength after the other party takes action!"
The words just fell.
Qiao Wenshu rounded his arms and slapped the big fat man on the face with a big mouth.
The fat on the big fat man's face swayed.
He staggered after being slapped, and a clear slap mark immediately appeared on his fat face.
Nosebleeds slowly flowed out.
A fierce look appeared on the big fat man's face.
"Master Qiao! Do you really want to take action?"
Qiao Wenshu said with a smile, "Don't get me wrong, this is called self-defense! You are the one who wants to take action!"
The fat man wiped away the nosebleed with his fat hand.
He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.
From the corner of his eye, he looked into the distance and saw a car slowly leaving.
The big fat man looked at Qiao Wenshu with a fierce look in his eyes, and smiled at Qiao Wenshu, "Okay! Mr. Qiao, today the fat man will suffer the consequences of my loss! Our mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and the future is long! Let's go!"
Qiao Wenshu took the watch from Wang Han and buckled it.
Watch the big fat man and his group leave.
The young man still wanted to say thank you, so Qiao Wenshu turned around, patted Wang Han's back gently, turned around and left, "Let's go, Xiaofeng."
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
Wang Han looked at Qiao Wenshu's back.
Wanima!
Another pushover!
The two-armed Xiang Feng has a long and difficult road to becoming the King of Forces!
Got in the car.
Qiao Wenshu smiled at Wang Han and said, "It didn't scare you, did it?"
"without."
The car returned to Qiao's house.
Go through the door and walk inside.
You can hear voices talking in the living room in the distance.
A woman with long hair and a round face was smoking a cigarette, crossing her legs, and playing Landlords on her mobile phone.
He was still cursing at the top of his lungs, "Fuck you! You're a bitch, you're just looking at the landlord with a four, and you come out with a three? When you pooped in the morning, you put your walnut-sized brains down your rectum.
Did you poop? Your mother is so pissed! If you are in front of me, I will punch you out of your rectum!"
Sitting next to her was a burly man with scars on his face. The man was holding a child in his arms and was teaching him how to read. He kicked the leg of the chair where the woman was sitting and coughed.
The woman bit the handle of her cigarette and said angrily, "How many times are you going to do this?"
The burly man coughed hard.
The woman cursed and said, "Why did you eat shit..."
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Qiao Wenshu gradually entering the door.
The woman quickly smoked her cigarette, stood up like a lady, showed a cute smile on her round face, exposed two small tiger teeth, and said very gently, "Big brother is back!"
Qiao Wenshu smiled and nodded.
"Everyone is back?"
The two men stood up and nodded.
Qiao Wenshu turned around and hugged Wang Han, "This is Xiang Feng, Xiang Feng, this is Yaya's second brother Qiao Zhengwen, and this is Yaya's sister Qiao Lingdang."
The two of them looked at Wang Han in unison.
After seeing Wang Han's display of talent, everyone was stunned.
Qiao Lingdang said subconsciously, "Fuck! Did the vegetable hit the pig?"
Qiao Zhengwen immediately bumped Qiao Lingdang with his elbow.
Qiao Lingdang quickly forced out a smile and looked at Qiao Wenshu.
really.
Qiao Wenshu's face turned cold.
"Stand still for three hours after a meal!"
Qiao Lingdang grimaced, "I know, brother."
"Where's our dad?"
Qiao Wenshu took off his coat, and the nanny came to take it. Qiao Wenshu politely thanked her.
"Uncle Geng is here and is talking to our dad in the study."
"What's the matter?" Qiao Wenshu sat down, took the child from Qiao Zhengwen's arms and held it on his lap.
Qiao Lingdang poured a glass of water for Qiao Wenshu.
Qiao Zhengwen took over the conversation and said, "As for their daughter, she has had evil spirits in her body since she was born. She asked the Heavenly Master to help suppress it many years ago, but recently their daughter became ill again. Uncle Geng didn't know how to deal with it.
I heard somewhere that the evil monk Shi'e seems to be able to solve this problem. Come to my dad and see if my dad can contact the evil monk Shi'e."