In the study room, Xia Chenghai looked at the young man who was less than twenty years old in front of him. He actually won the World Fighting Championship at such a young age. It was supposed to be amazing, but he had a vague feeling that this young man was a dangerous person and stayed with his daughter Lanlan.
Sooner or later it will cause damage.
Qiu Yu's face was expressionless, and he knew that he was not from the same place as others, and there was a huge difference between them. He was just a gangster in the city, and he could never reach the upper echelon of elegance, but the man named Xia was
He is a super rich man and a business elite.
The atmosphere in the room seemed depressing and heavy. Xia Chenghai felt a sense of oppression, which surprised him. This boy had such a strong aura, it was strange! He was the first to break the silence and asked: "Where is the painting? Have you brought it?"
"Here." As Qiu Yu raised his arms, his windbreaker slipped down to the crook of his arms, revealing the scroll he was holding, and handed it over directly. Even though it was worth tens of billions of dollars, he still looked calm and showed no nostalgia.
There is no doubt that this young man from the mountains is very principled in doing things. If we don't have money, we can earn it through our own efforts. Earn more and spend more, earn less and spend less. Only in this way can you feel at ease. I don't want anything that's not mine.
Xia Chenghai quickly took the ancient painting, turned around and unfolded it directly on the desk, revealing an imposing landscape painting, which was indeed passed down through the ages.
Fortunately, after the treasure map was completed and returned to Zhao, Xia Chenghai let out a long sigh, without looking back, completely immersed in the green mountains and beautiful waters, and said coldly: "It's okay, you can go."
Your uncle! Qiu Yu’s nose was almost crooked with anger. I went through a lot of trouble to protect your bullshit treasure map. You didn’t even say a polite word. What the hell, you’re still a gentleman from the upper class. You’re not even as good as a poor person.
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With such a thing, Qiu Yu felt that even looking at it would be insulting to his own eyes, so he angrily opened the door and walked out in a hurry.
In the corridor, the two big men were waiting for instructions with vigilance. When they saw Qiu Yu coming out, they immediately became as fierce as a dog trying to catch a mouse. The big white man shouted sharply, "Where are you going?"
With a sigh, Qiu Yu's heart burned with anger, and he couldn't find any way to suppress it. This guy who looks down on others, what do you think of me, am I a weakling who allows you to bully me? A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily
: "Everyone, get out of here."
Back in the yard, the two big men wanted to beat up the kid in front of them. At that time, the boss failed to stop him, but now the other guy actually scolded them even harder. Doesn't that mean he deserves a beating?
"asshole!"
"Are you looking for death?"
Amidst the shouting and cursing, the two guys rushed over with ferocious faces, like crazy polar bears, and smashed their big fists at the Chinese youth who was much shorter than them.
In an instant, Qiu Yu also rushed over like a gust of wind, as fast as lightning. Before the two big men could touch his body, the iron fist had already landed on their chests.
The punch was so fierce that the two foreign devils were kicked back. Qiu Yu sneered and pursued the victory. He raised his body in the air, turned sideways and kicked out like a whirlwind.
There was a "bang bang" sound, and the two big men were already in unbearable pain. Now that they had suffered another bad luck, they couldn't bear to be kicked to the ground. They screamed and cursed in embarrassment, "You deserve to be damned if you dare to hit me."
"I will cripple you."
Qiu Yu's face was gloomy and he snorted coldly: "How dare you spit shit with your mouth full, let's see how I deal with you." Seeing the two guys getting up quickly, he spun around and kicked several times in succession.
Before the two foreign devils could fully stand up, they felt their eyes blurred as the hard soles of their shoes landed on their heads and even their faces like a violent storm, causing them to fall to the ground again with stars in their eyes.
Now that he had taken action, Qiu Yu kicked the opponent fiercely and said through gritted teeth: "I asked you to scold me enough...keep scolding me, why don't you scold me anymore?"
The two guys were severely injured after such a severe beating. They were unable to resist at all. They rolled over and over in the corridor, howling like slaughtering pigs, which was a terrible sight.
Shouts filled the building, and bodyguards from other floors rushed over. Xia Lan and Lin Xueshan on the first floor also changed their faces and quickly got up and ran upstairs.
The two guys who were beaten were kicked until their noses were bruised and their faces were as swollen as pig heads. They had many injuries on their bodies and had shrunk to the corner. The two of them were not bad in martial arts, but their opponents were too powerful. The two sides were not at the same level at all, so they could only
Waiting to be beaten.
Seven or eight bodyguards first appeared on the third floor. When they saw that the boy had put their companions down on the ground and kept kicking them, they were all filled with anger and rushed forward like cheetahs.
Suddenly, a girl's anxious voice came from behind, "You all stop, no one is allowed to touch him."
"Stop it quickly."
A group of bodyguards quickly stopped, turned around and saw two beautiful Chinese girls appearing in the corridor, one of whom was the daughter of their boss.
The brief stay bought time for Xia Lan and Lin Xueshan. The two women quickly ran over and stood in front of Qiu Yu, glaring at the big men. Lin Xueshan said angrily: "What do you want to do? Why should you beat him?"
Xia Lan was so angry that she trembled all over, and said in a trembling voice: "If you dare to touch a hair of Xiaoyu, I will never finish with you. I really don't know what dad thought of hiring you guys."
The bodyguards looked at each other, what should they do? Should they continue to beat the boy or what?
Hearing the noise in the corridor, Xia Chenghai quickly rolled up the ancient painting and locked it in the bookcase, opened the door and walked out. Seeing the two bodyguards being knocked down, his face was filled with black lines, and he glared at Qiu Yu with angry eyes.
, said angrily: "You did it, they are my bodyguards, what right do you have to beat them?"
Qiu Yu's stern questioning was treated as bullshit, and he said calmly: "I don't care who they are, if they dare to pretend to be cross with me, I'll beat them up."
"You..." Xia Chenghai was choked and almost couldn't breathe. No one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him. His handsome and angular face turned livid and he said angrily: "Who do you think you are?
You dare to be so arrogant here, you really don’t know how high the sky is.”
"I am who I am, and this is the way I act. You don't need to worry about it." Qiu Yu's attitude was tough. He had endured this man again and again for Xia Lan, but it didn't mean he was afraid of anyone. He cursed in his heart, what's the matter?
Damn it, do you have the ability to pretend with so many bodyguards? If you mess with me again, I won't let you leave Jiangyang City.
Now Qiu Yu is no longer the useless young man who just walked out of Huan Mountain. He has someone with a gun. At the very least, anyone who dares to go against him in Jiangyang will only die. Based on this, he is naturally very confident.
There is an attitude of contempt for the world, which is unique.
Seeing the veins popping up on her father's forehead, Xia Lan was afraid that the two of them would quarrel again, so she hurriedly said: "Dad, let your men leave immediately. I will never allow anyone to hurt Xiaoyu, do you hear me?"