Ye Zihao was seen holding a cigarette between the fingers of his right hand and a pistol in his left hand pointing at the man.
He blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly, "Brother! As a bodyguard, you shouldn't be so afraid of death."
"Big...brother! I...I have an elder and a younger one, and my wife is beautiful. I...I don't want to die."
The man clasped his hands together and begged for mercy.
"You don't want to die, do you? Then go over and slap Zhao Chuanke. I didn't say stop, so you can't stop."
Ye Zihao scolded him coldly and ordered.
"Okay...ok!"
The bodyguard had a gun pointed at his forehead, and he had no other choice.
Soon, he walked up to Zhao Chuanke, and Zhao Chuanke's face turned pale with fright.
Even Zhao Chuanke stuttered when he spoke, saying: "You... what do you want to do? You... are you fucking crazy? Do you fucking know who I am?"
"Director Zhao! I was forced to do it too, and I'm offended."
The bodyguard apologized, and the next second, he grabbed Zhao Chuanke's collar with one hand and slapped him hard with the other hand.
"Damn! If you dare to hit me, I..."
"Crack!"
Before Zhao Chuanke finished speaking, the bodyguard actually slapped him.
"Fuck you! You...you really fucking dare to smoke?"
Suddenly, Zhao Chuanke was so angry that he was shaking all over.
But before he finished speaking, the bodyguard slapped him again.
"Pia!"
"Pia!"
"Pia!"
…
Seeing the bodyguard reaching out and slapping Zhao Chuanke back and forth, he felt angry and helpless.
"You...you fucking hit me...ouch! The more you talk, the harder it gets, right? Fuck...your mother! Ouch! It hurts...it hurts me to death."
Zhao Chuanke wanted to resist, but he was not strong enough as the bodyguard.
In desperation, he had no choice but to curse and struggle at the same time.
At this time, Ye Zihao walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of old red wine.
"Oh? French rose red series? It should taste delicious." Ye Zihao said in surprise.
"You... don't touch the damn fine wine I have collected. You... Ouch! Brother, please stop it."
Zhao Chuanke wanted to stop Ye Zihao, but the bodyguard kept slapping him.
"No! Because this guy didn't say 'stop'."
The bodyguard refused and continued to slap Zhao Chuanke back and forth with his palm.
"Bo!"
At this time, Ye Zihao opened the red wine, and then he smelled the red wine, and a charming fragrance hit his nostrils.
“It’s really a good wine!”
Ye Zihao looked surprised, and then poured a glass, while Zhao Chuanke felt heartbroken.
You know, he was usually reluctant to drink that bottle of red wine, but now Ye Zihao drank it.
Can he not feel aggrieved?
What is even more frustrating is that I am being slapped in the face endlessly. When will it stop?
…
Soon, Ye Zihao drank several glasses of red wine. A faint smile appeared on his face, as if he was very satisfied with the bottle of red wine.
"belch!"
At this time, Ye Zihao burped, and then he glanced at Zhao Chuanke, and saw that the guy was being slapped so hard that his head was shaking like a sick chicken.
"Stop it!"
Ye Zihao crossed his legs and said lightly.
"Okay...ok!"
The bodyguard nodded and then let go of Zhao Chuanke.
At this time, Ye Zihao stood up straight and walked in front of Zhao Chuanke.
Seeing that he was dying, he was probably in so much pain that he almost lost consciousness.
Ye Zihao knelt down, grabbed his hair with one hand, and blew a puff of smoke into his face.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Zhao Chuanke choked on the smoke and coughed several times.
"Ye! Zi! Hao!"
"You...you fucking know...know who I am? You...you dare to ask someone to beat me, you're dead."
Zhao Chuanke was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. Even the veins on his forehead were bulging. He looked very angry.
"have no idea!"
"I don't want to know either!"
"But if you dare to provoke me, even if you are the King of Heaven, I will beat you until you don't even recognize your mother."
…
Ye Zihao squinted his eyes, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said with a disdainful expression on his face.
"You...are you so arrogant?"
Zhao Chuanke couldn't help but be surprised by Ye Zihao's attitude.
He has seen arrogant people, but never such arrogant people.
Oh shit!
Is this kid crazy? So bold?
Zhao Chuanke was secretly shocked.
"My name is Ye Zihao. Do you have any objection to me being so arrogant?" Ye Zihao sneered and asked sarcastically.
"I...I! Me!"
Suddenly, Zhao Chuanke was speechless.
Now that he is caught by Ye Zihao, does he dare to have any objections?
Don't dare!
Because he knew that if he was even the slightest bit dissatisfied, he would probably end up miserable.
He even began to regret it.
Lu Zhishan had reminded Ye Zihao that he was very skilled before, but he didn't take those words seriously at all.
But now that he has truly seen Ye Zihao's strength, he even regrets it in his intestines.
Nima!
If I had known this, I would have been playing dirty tricks in the first place, so why did I use violence?
Cheating!
Zhao Chuanke felt extremely frustrated.
"Yi Zihao! I was also beaten by you. I consider myself unlucky, but if you dare to do anything harmful to me again, I...I will never let you go."
Zhao Chuanke became angry and threatened.
"Yeah?"
"certainly!"
"Do you have the guts to say it again?"
"You dare to hurt me even a hair, I can't spare you..."
Zhao Chuanke was furious, but halfway through his words, he felt something pressing against his forehead.
He glanced up and saw that what was pressing against his forehead was the dark muzzle of a gun.
"Director Zhao! If you have the guts, why don't you say it a second time?"
Ye Zihao pointed the gun at Zhao Chuanke's forehead, and said with a playful joke.
"I……"
Zhao Chuanke suddenly became speechless. In fact, he wanted to say: You pointed a gun at my forehead, how dare I fucking say that?
"Director Zhao! Didn't I say before that you can't play with me, but why do you still ask people to follow me? Do you think you have the ability to play with me?"
Ye Zihao said in a cold tone.
"I……"
Zhao Chuanke felt aggrieved that he couldn't explain at all.
After Ye Zihao saw this, he asked back, "Director Zhao, do you dare to trouble me again?"
"I don't dare anymore!"
Zhao Chuanke shook his head and quickly denied it.
"real?"
"Of course it's true!"
"But I still can't trust you, so..."
Speaking of this, Ye Zihao suddenly stopped speaking and his eyes became cold.
"So...so what?"
Zhao Chuanke asked nervously.
"So, I have to teach you a lesson."
Say it!
Without even looking, Ye Zihao shot Zhao Chuanke directly in the sole of his foot.
"Bang!"
The gunfire rang out, and the bullet accurately hit Zhao Chuanke's foot.
"Ah...ah! Ah!"
In an instant, his wailing screams rang out from the scene.