Mo Qing hasn't been angry for a long time.

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

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

This is awesome.

This is Hangzhou, not another place.

Before he founded the Hangming Group, he was the king of underground forces at least. Who wouldn’t give him some face?

The waiter has a strong ability to observe his expressions and expressions. When he saw Mo Qing's face turned black instantly.

I knew Mo Qing was angry.

So, the waiter fought back hard, "I'm sorry, you blocked my customers!"

Dong Biao glared at the tiger's eyes. A small waiter dared to be so arrogant and raised his hand and slapped it in the face.

"Bang!"

The waiter was slapped heavily by Dong Biao and was dizzy.

He fell to the ground with a bang, coughing violently, and blood spit out from the corner of his mouth.

Dong Biao is tall and big, and his strength is more.

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

"Get out! You are a little fucking waiter, why are you swaying in front of me?"

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

Mo Qing looked at Dong Biao's strange face. In his memory, there seemed to be no such young master in Hangzhou.

Even the young master of Hangzhou should know himself.

It is impossible to see myself here and dare to hit someone.

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

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

Mo Qing stepped forward and helped the waiter up.

"Are you okay?"

The waiter's tears rolled in his eyes and hesitated, "Mo...Mr. Mo, I'm fine!"

"Yes! Go down, leave it here to me!"

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

But I don't want to.

Dong Biao blocked his way.

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

"you!"

"What do I do? Do you want to find a fight?"

Dong Biao raised his right hand and was about to defeat him.

The waiter may have forgotten to hide because of nervousness.

Stand there stupidly.

As stupid as a wooden chicken.

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

The other hand held Dong Biao's arm.

When Dong Biao looked at it, it turned out to be Mo Qing's hand. He looked at it and pressed his arm down with great force.

I thought it was a very simple thing.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qing grabbed his hand and kept his hand moving.

"Hmm? Something interesting!"

Dong Biao's lips curled up, and another fist blasted towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing tilted his head quickly and dodged it, and punched the opponent in the shoulder with a tricky punch.

"Dong!"

"Enough! This is not a place for you to scatter!" Mo Qing warned him.

Dong Biao, who was hit, sank his shoulders and a sensation of pain came.

Suddenly, his eyes turned red.

"Young 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 won't hurt me!"

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

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, "I really don't know how powerful it is when I speak wildly at such a young age!"

"Ha ha!"

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

"Or why don't you tell me!"

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

"Dong Biao?"

When Mo Qing heard this name, he suddenly remembered it.

The man who injured Tie Tou also seemed to be called Dong Biao.

Humph!

It's not such a coincidence!

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

"Haha! Just you know!"

Dong Biao didn't expect that he was very famous, and someone in Hangzhou knew him.

A proud expression appeared on his face.

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

"Tsk! It's not about making trouble, it's about educating!" Dong Biao didn't remember what happened yesterday in his heart at all and said casually.

"Iron Head, did you hurt me?"

"You mean the old man Tietou Gong, yes, he was offended by his ability, and I would give him a loose bone. Is it wrong?"

"Do you want to stand up for him?"

Mo Qing has never seen such an arrogant person before, so it would be fine if he didn't meet him.

The key is that not only did it meet, but it also angered myself.

If that's the case, will I miss this opportunity to teach him a lesson?

Of course it is impossible.

Calculate the time, I haven't gotten angry for a long time.

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

Just finished speaking.

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

Dong Biao was careless.

I was directly hit and my stomach seemed to be overwhelmed.

During breathing.

All the supper he had eaten was vomiting.

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

I vomited slowly all over the floor, and a strong sour smell filled my mouth.

Mo Qingsi didn't give the other party any chance, grabbed his arm with one hand and kicked him several times.

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

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