Waving his hand, Chen Ming looked calm and said lazy: "Drag it out and flat! towards the smokey flat."

Immediately, the eighteen Arhats came on stage and dragged Zhang Yang out of the ghostly shouting. He picked up the bench and smashed it all in a row. Zhang Yang was quite funny. He was beaten so hard that he screamed, and kept shouting: "My dad,"

It's the secretary, you dare to hit me. Ouch...Ouch...Ouch..."

After a while, the younger brothers pulled Zhang Yang back, who was beaten to death like a dead dog. Chen Ming leaned over with a funny moment and was about to ask him something, but he didn't expect that the guy opened his mouth and cursed: "

Is that? Chen Ming, I must kill you! If you don’t kill you, I will take your surname.”

As a result, Chen Ming, who was covered in black lines, slapped a finger, and the brothers beside him rushed up immediately and shouted, "The Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin!"

Then, he dragged Zhang Yang out and swung the bench and turned the sea to the sea. The screams of "Ouch Ouch Ouch" made Feidu and Wang Zifu look pale. This was too miserable, and at the same time, Zhang Yang

It's too damn! You coax him first, and go out alive to think about how to deal with it. Now you are stubborn, no one knows if you kill you.

In this way, when he was completely beaten and almost died, he became honest. Looking at Chen Ming's eyes again, he was filled with fear and resentment; however, this guy dared not show the latter emotion anymore.

Looking at these three guys, Chen Ming showed a gloomy smile on his face and coughed softly. He stood up, lowered his head and gave a few instructions to the younger brother beside him. The latter nodded and ran away quickly immediately

I went out; not long after, when I came back, I handed a thick whip in my hand!

Chen Ming held up his whip and looked at the three people who were trembling with a smile; they swore that the guy they saw at this moment was definitely a demon with two horns on his head and two wings on his back!

"Well! Let's play a game, this game is called telling jokes. Your brother takes turns telling jokes. If someone in this room doesn't laugh, he will be whipped. You can do it yourself!" Chen Ming's smile

, it really made the three of them shudder.

"Fuck! What do you guy want to do? You tease people like this. If some of you deliberately don't laugh, you're going to deliberately mess with me!" Fei Du couldn't help but scream and curse, thinking that Chen Ming's kidnapping was so playful.

Excessive.

But he regretted it as soon as he said this. Because Chen Ming snapped his fingers, and immediately a few big men behind him shouted again, "Drink! The Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin!"...

..

After Fei Du and Na Zhang Yang both had the "taste of a bench", Wang Zifu was glad that he was smart and did not speak nonsense. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to be the second senior brother.

Chen Ming looked at them, smiled, and then asked the brothers behind him, "What kind of joke do you want to hear?"

What else can the pure man listen to in this group of mountain barbarians? An extremely muscular man with black face shouted on behalf of the masses: "Damn it! Come on some meat."

"Bang!" Chen Ming whipped the ground with a whip. The loud noise made the three of them tremble. He smiled coldly and cursed: "Hear? Why don't you talk quickly, can't you want to eat the whip?

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Poor these three young men, who have power, money and reputation, have been abused so much? They have always been abused by others, so how could they be abused by others? Today, they really fell into the family!
Chapter completed!