"Don't mess around in the company. I'm in Xixiang. If you have the guts, come and find me!"

"Okay, then we will come over and play with you."

The tattooed man hung up the phone, stood up and said, "Come on, brothers, let's go to Xixiang and cripple that bastard so we can go back and do business."

A group of seven or eight people walked out of Huang Jinquan's office. Huang Jinquan helped Liu Qing and Zhang Ziming on the ground and said, "Let's call the police."

"Mr. Huang, don't report it. It won't be of much use if you report it. Since they dare to do this, there must be someone behind them." Liu Qing said.

Huang Jinquan had no choice but to find a towel, go to the bathroom to wash away the nosebleed, tidied up the messy office, and asked Liu Qing and the others to go back to their residence to rest.

In Xixiang, after Tong Dayong hung up the phone, he said to Xu Bingbing: "Ah Bing, keep an eye here. I have a client who needs me to handle something."

Xu Bingbing believed it, nodded and said: "Go back quickly, we will go home and cook for lunch."

"Okay, you wait for me."

After Tong Dayong finished speaking, he turned around and left. Seeing that he had no intention of driving, Xu Bingbing asked, "Why don't you drive?"

"It's not far. I'll leave the car for you." Tong Dayong said and strode away.

When Tong Dayong walked out of the industrial zone, the tattooed man called, "Tong Dayong, where are you in Xixiang?"

"Come in from the Gushu intersection. There is a plywood market here. There is an open space behind the market. I will wait for you there."

"Okay, I know that place, just wait there!"

Tong Dayong strode into the market. This market is a large plywood market that specializes in selling all kinds of plywood. There is a large open space behind the market, which Tong Dayong and the others discovered when they came to look for the factory a few days ago.

Yeah, there are basically no people coming and going there, it's relatively remote and wide, so it's a good place for fighting.

Tong Dayong arrived there in advance, stretched his muscles first, then lit a cigarette and stood in the middle of the open space waiting for the arrival of these scum.

Tong Dayong knew well that Aji would not call many people for the first time, no more than ten. Normally, if ten people beat one person, the person being beaten is already very good. At first, Aji would definitely not

They believe how powerful he is, so not many people call him.

As for carrying weapons, it is even more impossible. This is an attack to bully the minority, not a group fight. He, Tong Dayong, does not have a powerful reputation, so he does not need those things.

A white Jinbei van drove over quickly, braked suddenly and stopped next to the open space, and the door quickly opened.

Sure enough, as Tong Dayong expected, a total of eight people came from the other side, but all of these eight people were strong and strong, and they looked like they were all practitioners. They were uniformly dressed in black and were all over 1.75 meters tall.

These guys are not the kind of gangsters who hacked the company last time. Their body types don't belong to the kidney deficiency type. One person has no problem dealing with two or three ordinary guys.

"Tong Dayong, you and I have no grievances, but I'm really sorry. I was ordered by my boss to cripple you before driving you out of Shenzhen." The tattooed man laughed playfully, holding a cigarette in his mouth and walking "Outside."

"Bazi" footsteps led the group of people towards Tong Dayong very arrogantly.

Tong Dayong turned around and sneered, "Stop talking nonsense! I haven't moved my muscles for a long time. You want to practice with me, but it's too late for me to be happy."

"Bah," the tattooed man spit out the cigarette from his mouth, "It's interesting. It's really boring to bully those weaklings all the time. It seems that this kid has some talent. Brothers, let's go up to two people first and try out how powerful he is."

Tong Dayong said: "Don't bother, I don't have much time, you can come together!"

"Oh, you are still arrogant? Take it!" The tattooed man threw his clutch bag to Ma Zai next to him, clenched his fists, moved his neck, and slowly approached Tong Dayong.

"My hands are itching, please clean them up first!" Before the tattooed man could finish his words, he hit Tong Dayong in the face with a left hook.

Tong Dayong tilted his head and easily avoided the punch. At the same time, he raised his left hand and struck the tattooed man on the left side of his face with a slap.

"Oh, my day!" The tattooed man took a step back, covering his face with his hands, his eyes widening.

Then, he assumed Mr. Ip Man's Wing Chun stance, and struck Tong Dayong with a messy combination of punches. However, none of these four or five moves was resisted by Tong Dayong. Not only did he not move

A single hair on Tong Dayong's body was hit with fists and slaps in return, which made him dizzy.

The tattooed man looked sad, took back the handbag from Ma Zai next to him, and shouted: "Brothers, hit me, hit me hard, if you beat me to death, I will be responsible!" After that, he stood next to him and rubbed the pain.

The place has gone.

Seven men in black approached Tong Dayong together, and they all started to move. For a moment, only the crackling sounds of fists and kicks were heard, resounding like firecrackers in the plywood market. Tong Dayong used his fists and feet to not only resist

Seven people attack with fists and kicks, and they have to fight back at each other.

But even so, he was able to calm down and cope with the situation, just like playing a game, playing very energetically. After two or three minutes, all seven practitioners were knocked to the ground by him, and they staggered one by one.

Pour, moaning/moaning incessantly.

Tong Dayong still stood in the middle of the open space and made a very handsome martial arts closing movement, looking like he still had something to say.

Seeing that the men on the ground couldn't get up all of a sudden, Tong Dayong took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "Get the hell up! They all fell down in just two minutes without fighting.

waste!"

When Tong Dayong was halfway through smoking his cigarette, almost all the seven men stood up, and the tattooed man also stood among them, once again rushing toward Tong Dayong like a wolf.

Tong Dayong held the cigarette in his mouth. Because the cigarette smoked his eyes, he half-closed his eyes and sucked the cigarette in his mouth while fighting with the men.

Since the men had been seriously injured just now, and most of them had injuries on their bodies, they were even more powerless in the fight this time. They just looked like they were accompanying Tong Dayong to practice martial arts. But even so, Tong Dayong was still rude.

The ground hit them, and the crackling sound echoed throughout the plywood market.

When the traders and customers in the market heard that there was a fight, they all rushed to watch and surrounded the open space tightly.

"Oh my god, is this a movie? Why are there no crew or directors?"

"Hey, one beats eight of them, and the pig's feet are still holding a cigarette in its mouth. This is not only a strong blow, but also very insulting!"

...

Tong Dayong knocked all eight of them to the ground again, made a handsome closing pose, and at the same time spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth. The cigarette butt fell squarely on the neck of the tattooed man.

The tattooed man screamed when he was burned by the cigarette butt, and stood up quickly. But as soon as he stood up, the hot cigarette butt rolled into his black T-shirt. He quickly shook his clothes and jumped, and it took a lot of effort.

Only then did Jin take out the cigarette butts from his clothes.

"Do we still want to fight? I still have time, get up and continue fighting!" Tong Dayong said to a group of men lying on the ground.

"Tong Dayong, wait, we have a lot of brothers? Let's see how many you can fight!" the tattooed man shouted as he walked to the car.

The men on the ground also got up one after another and climbed onto the Jinbei van. The man who finally climbed onto the van was seriously injured and could not even reach out to pull the door.

A seven- or eight-year-old boy among the onlookers ran over, helped the man close the sliding door of the Jinbei van, and shouted: "Goodbye uncles, please go slowly without seeing him off!"
Chapter completed!