Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and grabbed Zhang Xing's palm and pressed it on the table. A bamboo stick directly pierced the palm, and blood flowed down the edge of the glass coffee table.
"Ah..." Zhang Xing covered his palms in pain and jumped up and down on the spot, like a monkey.
"Axing, Mr. Zhang."
The expressions of Sun Qi, Yang Jian and Yuan Shuang all changed. They didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to actually take action, and to do so ruthlessly. It was not the style of an ordinary high school student.
"Zhuo Bufan, you are looking for death, how dare you hurt Mr. Zhang?" Yang Jian clenched his fists and stared at Zhuo Bufan angrily, but he did not dare to take action. Zhuo Bufan's move just now was so smooth that he had obviously practiced it.
"Godfather, you have to avenge me!" Zhang Xing covered his palms with blood dripping on the ground. He held down his injured wrist to prevent more blood from flowing.
Sun Qi frowned, with a sharp look in his eyes. The horses behind him all stared at Zhuo Bufan, and they glared at Sun Qi and threw a cup as a sign.
"Okay, okay, young and frivolous, you are a member of the Zhuo family and I won't touch you, but someone will come to deal with you soon." Sun Qi suddenly sneered. Although Zhuo Bufan was not favored in the Zhuo family, his surname was Zhuo after all.
He really didn't dare to do anything to Zhuo Bufan, but he made an appointment with Zhang Ming today to talk about the numbers. As long as he didn't help, Zhang Ming would definitely not let Zhuo Bufan go.
Zhuo Bufan stood up and drank the wine in his glass. The whole outdoor venue suddenly became agitated. The guests who came out to eat barbecue stood up one after another and moved out of the way. A group of people came in, about twenty-three people with tattoos.
Wearing gold chains, they are all gangsters from around Lychee Town.
Sun Qi saw it and smiled: "Zhuo Bufan, let me see if you can continue to be arrogant."
Yang Jian and Yuan Shuang also saw the man leading the group, who was none other than Zhang Ming. However, Zhang Ming's entire face looked a little black and his eyes were dull, as if he was a walking corpse.
"Mr. Zhang, are you here?" Sun Qi stood up with Ma Zai and looked at Zhang Ming who was walking towards him and smiled.
"Get away!" Zhang Ming suddenly pushed hard, but Sun Qi didn't react and staggered back a few steps, his face becoming extremely embarrassed.
Zhang Ming is a gangster in Litchi Town. Sun Qi opened a security company. He usually interacted with the upper class people in society and went to high-end clubs. He looked down on Zhang Ming in his heart. If Zhang Ming didn't have some connections behind his back, he wouldn't have said anything.
I don’t even want to tell Zhang Ming.
Even so, Zhang Ming pushed him away in front of so many people. This was not to make him look embarrassed in public.
"Zhang Ming, who the hell do you think you are? I, Sun Qi, must be here to give your cousin face, how dare you push me?" Sun Qi clenched his fists and stared at Zhang Ming angrily.
Zhang Ming glanced at him and said calmly: "You have no place to speak here, get out of here."
"Zhang Ming, don't think that I don't dare to touch you." Sun Qi gritted his teeth hard, and Ma Zai's hand behind him secretly revealed the place where the blade was hidden in his waist.
Suddenly, a voice as loud as a bell came: "Who wants to touch Zhang Ming and doesn't take Zhang Bing seriously?"
Two more people came up from behind. The leader was a forty-year-old middle-aged man. He was neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a black suit. He looked like he didn't want to be a gangster, but like a real businessman. His aura directly overwhelmed everyone.
For example, even if Sun Qi is wearing a suit, he still smells slutty.
"Brother Bing." When Sun Qi saw the middle-aged man coming, his face turned pale and he shouted with a low eyebrow.
Zhang Bing glanced at him from the corner of his eye and said calmly: "You want to touch my cousin? Although Zhang Ming is my distant relative, his surname is Zhang. If you want to touch him, you should consider your own strength."
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Sun Qi was frightened for a moment, with cold sweat on his forehead: "I just made a joke on impulse. Brother Bing, please don't take it to heart."
Seeing that Sun Qi's arrogance had completely dissipated, no one felt that he was a coward. Most people in Qingzhou had heard of Zhang Bing's name. The faces of Yang Jian, Yuan Shuang and Zhang Xing also became ugly and they stepped aside.
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There are three ports in Qingzhou, one of which is Zhang Bing's territory. The management fees collected every year are at least 30 to 40 million, which also includes commissions on some smuggled items. The assets are about the same as those of Yang Jian's family.
But Zhang Bing wandered around the world and licked blood with his sword, and Yang Jian's family didn't even look good in front of him.
Zhang Bing ignored Sun Qi. Sun Qi was not on the same level as him at all. He looked at Zhang Ming and said, "Xiao Ming, you said you would bring me to meet an important person. I don't know where he is?"
Zhang Ming stood beside him like a sculpture, motionless and without moving his eyes. There was a dull look in his eyes. Ever since Zhang Ming came to see him today, Zhang Bing felt something was wrong, but he thought Zhang Ming was smoking.
This is why I was poisoned, but now I suddenly feel a little weird.
"I'm here, come here." A calm voice sounded.
Everyone's eyes fell on the young man sitting on the wicker chair. Next to the young man sat two stunning beauties, one large and one small. The one on the left was in her early twenties, blooming like a green lotus, cold and peerless; the one on the right was cute and charming, like a young girl.
Blooming hibiscus.
The young man who reflected his middle age also became more graceful, but he was still sitting on the chair with no intention of standing up.
"Is this Zhuo Bufan stupid because of the stimulation? How dare he show off when he sees Zhang Bing?" Yuan Shuang frowned and whispered.
Yang Jian shook his head: "You've gone too far in pretending. Zhang Bing is ruthless. I didn't see the bodyguard behind him. I heard that he had fought in underground black boxing before and had at least three lives on his hands."
"Then he's dead?" Yuan Shuang shook his head and shrank his neck.
Zhang Bing's hawk-like eyes fell on Zhuo Bufan. Zhuo Shanshan couldn't sit still and pulled Zhuo Bufan's clothes: "Brother Xiaofan, otherwise I'd better call my uncle." She obviously also
Knowing Zhang Bing's origin, it is difficult to deal with him.
Zhuo Bufan took a sip of tea and said, "I can solve it myself."
Somehow, seeing Zhuo Bufan's smile, Zhuo Shanshan's nervous heart seemed to calm down a lot. She glanced at Ye Ziqin, and saw that Ye Ziqin also had a calm look on her face.
"You asked Xiao Ming to come to me. I don't know which eldest son he is. With such a great reputation, I, Zhang Bing, didn't get up even when I came?" Zhang Bing said and sat directly opposite Zhuo Bufan.
"Get up." Zhuo Bufan stared at him and slowly said two words: "Did I ask you to sit down?"
The whole place was silent. Sun Qi, Yang Jian, Zhang Xing, and Yuan Shuang felt as if someone had pinched their necks and it became difficult to breathe. The people around them even took a deep breath. Even the young masters from the top families in Qingzhou...
I dare not insult Zhang Bing like this.
Zhang Bing's face darkened instantly. His dignified underground bosses were at least among the top five underground powers in Qingzhou. Although they were not as good as the top families in Qingzhou, the juniors of those families did not dare to speak to him with such an attitude.
"You are looking for death!" The bodyguard behind the soldiers was furious, and punched Zhuo Bufan directly in the face like a cannonball.
"Get out of here!" Zhuo Bufan yelled, causing the bodyguard's expression to change. He immediately punched him. Their fists collided, and with a bang, the bodyguard flew six or seven meters away like a kite with its string broken.
, smashed a table and lay on the ground unable to get up.
Zhuo Bufan slowly swept his gaze across the crowd, glanced at Sun Qi lightly, and said in a voice that seemed to be transmitted from the sky: "I don't understand what youth and frivolity mean, I only know that the winner is king!" (To be continued)