Mo Qing didn't get angry for a long time.

I didn’t expect to have fun with my friends today.

Not only was he pointed at the nose, but he was also threatened.

This is not bad.

This is Hangzhou, not anywhere else.

Before he established the Hangming Group, he was the king of the underground forces. Who wouldn't give him some face?

The waiter was very good at observing people's emotions. When he saw Mo Qing, his face turned dark instantly.

She knew Mo Qing was angry.

So, the waiter responded forcefully, "I'm sorry, you blocked my customers!"

Dong Biaohu was stunned. A little waiter dared to be so arrogant. He raised his hand and slapped him.

"Crack!"

The waiter was slapped so hard by Dong Biao that he was stunned.

He suddenly fell to the ground, coughed violently, and spit out blood from the corner of his mouth.

Dong Biao was tall and strong, and what he had in abundance was strength.

Besides, he gritted his teeth and took action with anger, so the force would naturally not be light.

"Go away! You are a little fucking waiter, what can you do to me in front of this young master?"

Dong Biao pointed at the waiter on the ground and roared.

Mo Qing looked at Dong Biao's unfamiliar face. There seemed to be no such young master in Hangzhou in his memory.

Even the young master from Hangzhou should know himself.

It's impossible to see him here and still dare to hit someone.

The only explanation is that the other party is not from Hangzhou.

"Brother! Isn't this a bit too much? He is just a waiter, why bother him?"

Mo Qing stepped forward and helped the waiter up.

"Are you okay?"

Tears welled up in the waiter's eyes, and he answered hesitantly, "Mo...Mr. Mo, I'm fine!"

"Well! You go down and leave this place to me!"

The waiter looked at Mo Qing gratefully and planned to leave.

But don't want to.

Dong Biao blocked his way.

"You can leave, just kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!"

"you!"

"What am I, am I looking for a beating?"

Dong Biao raised his right hand and was about to strike down.

The waiter may have forgotten to avoid it because he was nervous.

Stupidly stuck there.

As dumb as a wooden chicken.

Just when Dong Biao's big hand was only a punch away from the waiter.

The other hand held Dong Biao's arm.

Dong Biao took a look and saw that it was Mo Qing's hand. He dismissed it and pressed down hard with his arm.

I thought it was a simple thing.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qing grabbed his hand and kept it motionless.

"Huh? It's interesting!"

The corners of Dong Biao's mouth turned up, and he punched Mo Qing with his other fist.

Mo Qing quickly turned his head to avoid it, and hit the opponent's shoulder with a tricky punch.

"Boom!"

"That's enough! This is not a place for you to run wild!" Mo Qing warned him.

Dong Biao was hit, his shoulder sank, and a feeling of pain came over him.

Suddenly, his eyes turned red.

"Master!" the employees shouted worriedly.

This is Chairman Dong's son. If something happens here, they will be blamed.

"It's okay! This little thing can't trouble me!"

Dong Biao pursed his lips, broke away from his arm, and looked at Mo Qing, "You are dead, you dare to hurt me!"

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, "You are so young and you are uttering arrogant words. You really don't know how high the sky is!"

"Ha ha!"

"I, Dong Biao, really don't know how high the sky is?"

"How about you tell me!"

Although Dong Biao was beaten, he didn't care because he was confident that the other party was not his opponent.

"Dong Biao?"

When Mo Qing heard this name, he suddenly remembered.

The man who injured Tietou seemed to be also named Dong Biao.

Hum hum!

It can't be such a coincidence!

"Your name is Dong Biao, are you from the provincial capital?"

"Haha! It's good if you know!"

Dong Biao didn't expect that he was so famous that some people in Hangzhou actually knew him.

An arrogant expression appeared on his face.

Mo Qing looked at him calmly and suddenly smiled, "So, you were the one who caused trouble in the martial arts boxing gym yesterday?"

"Tsk! It's not making trouble, it's educating!" Dong Biao said casually without remembering what happened yesterday.

"Tietou, were you injured?"

"You're talking about the old Tietou Gong guy. Yes, he tried to offend me, so I loosened his bones by the way. Is that wrong?"

"Could it be that you want to stand up for him?"

Mo Qing has never seen such an arrogant person, so forget it if he hasn't met him.

The key is, not only did I encounter it, but I also made myself angry.

In this case, will I miss this opportunity to teach him a lesson?

Of course it's impossible.

Counting the time, I didn't get angry for a long time.

Mo Qing smiled coldly, his tone even more like frost, "Just admit it!"

The words just fell.

Mo Qing clenched his fists with both hands, made a feint with his left hand, and hit Dong Biao's navel with his right hand.

Dong Biao was careless.

I was hit directly, and my stomach felt like it was shaking.

Between breaths.

All the dinner he ate was vomited out.

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

I vomited slowly, and a strong sour smell filled the air.

Mo Qing didn't give the other party any chance, holding his arm with one hand and kicking his legs several times.

Dong Biao was in pain and fell heavily on his own vomit.

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