He has a square, fat face, a big belly, and a sinewy face, with a gold necklace hanging around his neck.
She was wearing branded clothes, but they were just common brands, not rare items.
This person looked familiar, even Tang Ru recognized him.
"Husband, isn't this Mr. Zhao's apprentice? I forgot his name. I'll search for it."
Tang Ru said, taking her cell phone and searching quickly, she quickly found the answer.
"Yes, yes, he is one of Teacher Zhao's disciples. His name is Song Feng. He has acted in many skits with Teacher Zhao's team. He is one of the more famous disciples under Teacher Zhao."
Jiang Siming disagreed. It didn't matter who he was. What was important was that this man beat his brother-in-law.
At this time, Tang Song was still arguing with Song Feng.
"Boy, you are unlucky. Today happens to be a good day for me to recruit a disciple. Your brother cheated my new apprentice. If I, the master, don't care, how can I still teach the disciples?"
As Song Feng said, he raised his hand and wanted to slap Tang Song a few more times. The followers surrounding him were all watching this scene happily.
"Are you worthy of having a disciple? What should you teach others? Pretend to be a fool or recite poetry?"
Jiang Siming's voice came from behind.
When Song Feng heard this, he became furious, turned his head and shouted: "Who said that! Catch me!"
The men immediately surrounded Jiang Siming, who was wearing a mask. Tang Ru obediently stepped back and did not disturb her man.
Jiang Siming was wearing a mask, so they couldn't recognize him at all.
Song Feng let go of Song Feng for the time being, rushed over, raised his hand, and slapped Jiang Siming in the face.
"I told you to talk nonsense. Today I will beat your mouth to pieces to see if you still dare to talk nonsense!"
However, before this slap came, Song Feng received a slap on the face first.
This slap stunned him, blood spray flew out from his teeth, and he fell to the ground.
No one knew what was going on.
Song Feng came to his senses and was furious.
"I'm so stupid, I..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Siming raised his foot and stepped on Song Feng's face. With a little force on the heel, a crisp sound of fracture could be heard from the bridge of his nose.
"Beat him to death, beat him until he is dead!" Song Feng wailed and called to his followers.
His subordinates immediately rushed over to support him.
"stop!"
At this time, a voice came, and the voice was very familiar.
When these subordinates heard this, they quickly stopped.
Looking back, I saw an old man with white hair and reading glasses getting out of the car, with only a bodyguard behind him.
But as soon as Song Feng's subordinates saw this man, they were like mice and cats, and they all stood obediently.
Song Feng also saw the person coming at this time and quickly asked for help: "Master, help me! Let A Kun take action and destroy this son of a bitch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Siming's foot exerted force again, causing Song Feng's mouth to crack open and several more teeth to fall out.
At this time, Song Feng was no longer able to make a sound, blood and saliva kept coming out of his mouth, but his eyes were still staring at Jiang Siming fiercely, with murderous intent.
His image is completely different from the naive and silly look in the TV show. Some people would probably believe him if he said he had killed someone.
The white-haired old man also noticed that his apprentice was being beaten, so he had to plead with Jiang Siming: "Little brother, this is my apprentice's fault. I blame my lax discipline. Can you let him go first? He is an actor and cannot be ruined."
Face, otherwise his life will be over."
"Oh, he is an actor. If you didn't tell me, I would have thought he was a gang leader."
Jiang Siming sneered, but did not stop.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man had no choice but to apologize again: "Little brother, it's all our fault. Just because I'm his master, you're going to be arrogant first. If anything happens, you can discuss it with me. You see.
Is it ok?"
Jiang Siming didn't hold on. He raised his feet and wiped his brand-name clothes with the soles of his shoes with a look of disgust on his face.
After he was released, Song Feng was helped up by his subordinates.
He immediately said to the white-haired old man, "Master, you have to avenge me. Your apprentice has been bullied like this. Let Akun destroy this turtle..."
Snapped!
The white-haired old man slapped him in the face and said angrily: "You have hardened your wings now, haven't you? How long have you been famous? You haven't learned anything. You have been fooling around outside all day long, and you have recruited a bunch of bad friends.
Follower, you started recruiting disciples without any skills, and now you are still fighting and causing trouble. Is this how I, the master, taught you?"
The white-haired old man turned red with anger and coughed several times.
Song Feng felt even more embarrassed when he was slapped by his master in front of so many people.
"What's wrong with me accepting a disciple? When I accept a disciple, I at least know that the apprentice is being bullied and I am the master. But what about you, master? Your apprentice has been bullied like this, and you still don't care, and you still come to question me?"
Song Feng roared, venting his inner dissatisfaction.
He was born in a low-income family, but relying on the towering tree of his master, he became a human being and gained both fame and fortune.
Moreover, because he has no culture, he has grown rapidly.
In fact, it's not just him, many of Teacher Zhao's disciples are like this.
The white-haired old man couldn't hide his disappointment after hearing this. He really didn't expect that he would have so many apprentices, and almost every one of them would have this kind of virtue.
As soon as he became famous, he began to forget his last name. He felt that he was the best in the world, arrogant and short-sighted.
The white-haired old man didn't want to pay attention to him, and turned to Jiang Siming and said: "Little brother, do you think this is okay? My apprentice did something wrong and it was wrong to hit him first. You also hit him back. We don't owe each other, and I will never do it."
Do you think it’s okay to let my apprentice continue to mess around?”
Jiang Siming was not too lazy to put in more effort and just wanted to say yes.
But Song Feng was the first to jump out and object: "I don't agree. He beat me like this, slaps my butt and wants to leave? There is no door. How can I act when my face is so ruined?"
Jiang Siming laughed and said sarcastically: "You are just playing a fool anyway, is your face important to you?"
Song Feng stared at Jiang Siming, as if he wanted to eat someone.
Then he threatened: "There are two ways for you. The first one is to compensate me five million and kowtow to me to apologize. The second one is that you and your friends stay here today with one arm and one leg. You can choose for yourself."
."
"It sounds really scary. It seems that you are so arrogant that even your master's words have no effect." Jiang Siming said cheerfully.
Song Feng said coldly: "Today's matter is my personal matter and has nothing to do with my master. Even if the King of Heaven comes here today, it won't be easy for me!"
"Okay, I'm going to tell you what I'm saying to you. It's useless for your master to plead with you today. He just wants to help clean up the big city of Shenyang and clean up your kind of entertainment."
As soon as Jiang Siming finished speaking, police sirens rang, more than a dozen police cars drove over, and dozens of police officers surrounded the scene.
When Song Feng saw it, he immediately pretended to be a victim and fell to the ground screaming.
The police immediately thought that Jiang Siming was the culprit, and immediately came over to surround him, fearing that he would hurt others again.
Jiang Siming's expression didn't change and he took off his mask.