The high place is so cold. When these five words were said, the people around were stunned. Obviously, they didn't understand what Zhao Xiaohan meant. Of course, there was also Gao Gongzi of the third young master Yan.

"What does it mean?" Mr. Gao glanced at Zhao Xiaohan blankly.

"Boss, I know." As soon as Mr. Gao's voice fell, a little brother rushed to express his opinion.

"Say." Mr. Gao looked at the little brother with satisfaction. Although he was not educated, his little brother was still very educated.

"Your surname is Gao, his name is Xiaohan. Gaodui is bullied, which means you are not as good as him!" Looking at the boss with satisfaction, the little brother suddenly felt warm all over, just like the Buddha's light shining. He seemed to have seen that he would become a general manager in the future, win the white, rich and beautiful woman, and reach the peak of his life.

"Oh." Mr. Gao nodded, then picked up the steel pipe in his hand and threw it on the little brother's back: "Get out, haha, do you think I don't know what I mean?"

Seeing his boss turning against others, the little brother could only turn his head with a grievance and walk out of the classroom in shame. After the little brother left, Mr. Gao's face obviously became a little ugly. He jumped, jumped off the table, raised the steel pipe in his hand, and shouted at Zhao Xiaohan: "Boy, you are seeking death by yourself, don't blame me, what bullshit is so cold, don't pick on foreign words to me, uncle, I have no education, and I will bully people."

"Oh." Zhao Xiaohan nodded and said softly: "It turns out that the third son of Yan is the third son of the gangster."

"It's good to know." When he heard the third hooligan, Mr. Gao curled his lips proudly. He obviously recognized the title of third hooligan. Zhao Xiaohan refused to comment on Mr. Gao's expression. If the other party was a hooligan, the matter would be easy to resolve.

"Xiaohan, do you still have to reason with hooligans?" Zhang Liang spoke carefully. He was afraid that Zhao Xiaohan would still have to reason with the other party. These people are not suitable for reasoning.

"I won't talk anymore." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and said, "It doesn't make sense to reason with the hooligans."

"Then what are you going to do? Fuck them?" As soon as he started to fight, Zhang Liang suddenly felt the strength. He would have wanted to do it. If Zhao Xiaohan hadn't been here, he would have swung his stool to fuck them with them.

"Cold." Zhao Xiaohan lit a cigarette casually, took a sip, and a faint smile appeared: "To deal with hooligans, you must use hooligan methods, that is, you must be even more hooligan than hooligans." After the words came, Zhao Xiaohan raised his fingers, threw the cigarette butts in his hand into the air. In the blink of an eye, he took a step and rushed to Young Master Gao in front of Young Master Gao. Before the group could react to what was going on, he slapped him in the face.

With a crisp "pa." sound, a bright five-finger mark appeared on Gao Young Master's face.

"Can you write the word "Holy" with me?" After the words came, another slap was slapped on Mr. Gao's face, and there were slaps after slap, and there were endless crisp sounds. Even Mr. Gao had no time to reflect, and his face had turned into a pig's head.

"Damn, he's so fucking handsome!" Zhang Liang, who was standing in the corner, couldn't help but shout. He admired Zhao Xiaohan's violent appearance. Just now, he had a little more appreciation for Zhao Xiaohan. Damn, when dealing with hooligans, you have to use a more rogue method than hooligans.

"Don't call Mr. Gao in the future, call Mr. Zhu. Look how much you look like Mr. Zhu now." After Zhao Xiaohan shook another slap, he finally stopped and shook his right hand that was so painful. It was clearly his beating someone else. Why did he think that the person who was beaten was not Mr. Zhu's face, but his right hand?

"You are cheating, why don't you say hello in advance?" Zhao Xiaohan stopped, and Mr. Gao could finally take a breath. At this time, his face was no longer conscious and he couldn't even feel the pain.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. You obviously hit me, when did I hit you?" Zhao Xiaohan glared at Mr. Gao in anger, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Look, what's my hand like with your face? No matter, you have to accompany me for medical expenses, otherwise I will call the police."

"My face makes you slap?" When Mr. Gao heard this, he was stunned.

"Yes." Zhao Xiaohan nodded.

"I read very little, don't bully me without education. You obviously beat me." As he said that, Mr. Gao was almost crying. His face was already as beaten like a pig's head. Why did the other party have the nerve to frame him?

"Hey, brother, don't cry, okay? You are a hooligan, can you look like a hooligan? You will cry after being beaten, okay? You are more professional?" Seeing that Mr. Gao was about to cry, Zhao Xiaohan seemed a little helpless. Why are hooligans so amateur these days?

"If I don't cry, wouldn't you hit me?" Mr. Gao touched his face and found that it was already bigger than his belly. Please, is his belly the legendary general's belly good?

"Test." After the words fell, Zhao Xiaohan slapped him in the face.

"Why do you want to hit me?" Young Master Gao covered his face with a grievance, and tears flowed down his face.

"Do you need a reason to hit you?" Zhao Xiaohan touched his palm. Alas, the hitting made his hand hurt.

"Don't you need it?" Mr. Gao asked.

Another slap was slapped: "Do you need it?"

"No need." Young Master Gao covered his faces on both sides and shook his head crying.

"Bang." Another slap.

"Why hit me again?" Mr. Gao really cried, and he was still unreasonable?

"I don't know, my hands are out of control." Zhao Xiaohan frowned and looked at his right hand. Could it be that hitting people will become a habitual movement?

"..." Another slap, and the young master Gao almost lay on the ground.

"I didn't say anything, why did you hit me?" Mr. Gao widened his eyes, incredible.

"Why don't you speak?" Zhao Xiaohan glared at her eyes.

"I'll just hit me, I'll hit me." Young Master Gao said as he stepped back. The people behind him made a way out. They saw that this time, Young Master Gao fell and he met a hooligan who was more unreasonable and rogue than him.

"You have to hit him if you don't speak." Slap, another slap, but this time it was not Zhao Xiaohan's slap, but Zhang Liang from the corner rushed over and slapped him. Seeing Zhang Liang take action, Zhao Xiaohan turned his head and glared at him fiercely. Seeing Zhao Xiaohan glaring, Zhang Liang hurriedly withdrew his hand and said carefully: "Did I hit the wrong one?"

"No." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and said, "You hit very well, but you don't have enough strength. You should hit like this!" After the words came, Zhao Xiaohan swung his arm and slapped him on Mr. Gao's head with a bang. The hit made Mr. Gao turn several circles in place.

"I, I'll talk, don't hit me anymore." Mr. Gao understood that the person in front of him was not a human, but a fucking hooligan, a more rogue hooligan than him!

"Oh." Zhao Xiaohan smiled, then kicked it out. With this kick, Mr. Gao fell on the desk behind like a kite with a broken string. With a plop, the desk fell to the ground with the person. Then Zhao Xiaohan gently patted the dust on his hand and said softly: "Have I ever said you won't hit you if you say something?"

"..." Mr. Gao cried, crying loudly, and the group of little brothers behind him were also confused. It took less than three minutes from beginning to end. Before they could react, they saw that their boss was beaten by Zhao Xiaohan and almost pissed their pants. When they reacted, their boss was already crying loudly, like a young wife who had just been abandoned by her husband.

"Brothers, come on, our boss has been bullied!" A little brother suddenly came over and rushed towards Zhao Xiaohan with a loud shout. However, before he rushed to Zhao Xiaohan, he was already kicked down by Zhao Xiaohan with a leg and fell down. He ate the dog's shit.

"Run quickly, I die early. Do you think you, Dong Cunrui, dare to rush without raising an explosive pack." Zhao Xiaohan glared at him angrily, raised his head to look at the group of little brothers in front of him, and said softly: "Who else is going to rush? Let's rush together, hurry up, I'll waste this time with you in a few million people in a minute. Can you afford it?"

"Brothers, rush!" Another person shouted out, but no one moved. Everyone present understood that whoever dared to rush at this time felt that he wanted to have plastic surgery and turned into Zhu Bajie. The lessons of the past should not be imitated.

"No one rushed?" Seeing that no one moved, Zhao Xiaohan frowned and slowly walked to Mr. Gao and squatted down. Looking at Mr. Gao who had become Zhu Bajie, Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and sighed: "You said you, a hooligan has a bright future and a bright future, why does it make you cook so much like beggars? Get up, don't tell others that you are a hooligan in the future, so as not to lose our hooligans."

"I was wrong. I will never dare to tell others that I am a hooligan again. Brother, you are a hooligan, I am not." Mr. Gao was so scared by Zhao Xiaohan that he dared not speak out. At this time, even if Zhao Xiaohan said he was his father, he had to squeeze out a smile and call him dad. However, he just didn't know if Zhao Xiaohan was willing to have such a dissatisfied son.
Chapter completed!