"Okay... look at your bad face and make a big fuck in front of me!" The man sweared.

Xiao Yang's face looked even more ugly.

But what is amazing is that this "Xiao Shao" who was once arrogant and domineering in front of Wang Hui actually lowered his head and said nothing, like a good quail.

Then there is only one answer, the man who speaks has a higher status than Xiao Yang.

Wang Hui looked at the other person calmly.

The man who speaks is not considered handsome.

At first glance, it looks like a young version of actor Zhang Zhen.

The facial lines are quite perfect.

It also has a gloomy temperament.

With just this face, when you walk on the street, the rate of turning back is absolutely high.

A pair of trousers reveals the lines of his long legs.

Top body, shirt and vest.

Even her hairstyle and beard look very similar to Zhang Zhen.

Wang Hui understood a little.

This brother should have been deliberately imitating.

However, Wang Hui still wants to admit it.

The other party did make him feel ashamed.

There are people in this world who are favored by God.

They were born with golden keys, with all the conditions, outstanding and impeccable.

The other party walked to Wang Hui with his hands in his pockets, with a look of arrogance and disdain.

Looking down at him.

Yes, he is taller than Wang Hui.

A pressure from the bottom of my heart made Wang Hui slightly nervous.

"Bang!"

The man slapped Wang Hui without saying a word.

The people around exclaimed in unison.

No, it should be... to cheer.

Wen Ziqian laughed: "Oh, if you have something to do, you can't sit down and have a good chat, you have to do it?"

"Wen Ziqian, shut up!" the man growled.

Wen Ziqian's face changed slightly.

He stumbled for a while, but he still didn't say anything.

Wang Hui touched his face, and it hurt so much.

This grandson of the turtle is really cruel to attack.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you have something to say, you will bully me because of the large number of people?"

"Fuck! Are you still talking?" The man glared at his eyes and kicked Wang Hui in the stomach.

Fortunately, Wang Hui was prepared.

The moment when Feng Han touched himself, he moved back slightly.

Removing half of the force.

But even so, he still couldn't stand the other party's strength.

After being kicked to the ground, he rolled several times.

The man did not catch up and continue to beat him up, but stepped on Wang Hui's face.

"Haha...who are you? You dare to think about Wen Ning?" The man sneered.

Xiao Yang, who was standing beside him, said sarcastically: "Zhao Yong, are you saying the opposite? It was obviously Wen Ning who was thinking about him!"

"Xiao Yang, if you want to find a beating, keep beating." Zhao Yong glanced at him coldly.

Xiao Yang snorted coldly, but closed his mouth.

Obviously, he was afraid of Zhao Yong.

Wang Hui felt that his cheekbones were about to be trampled.

But...he has no choice.

When you encounter such an unreasonable person, no matter how smart you are, it is useless.

"Zhao Yong... If you humiliate him so much, Wen Ning will like you?" Wen Ziqian said lightly.

"Fuck, Wen Ziqian, I don't have to worry about my work!" Zhao Yong shouted sternly, "Xiao Yang is not worthy of Wen Ning, he deserves to be dumped! But why is this waste? Just because he is a little clever?"

"I won't beat him to death today, but he doesn't want to leave the car!" Zhao Yong narrowed his eyes, "I want him to know that Wen Ning is not something like him can touch!"

Wen Ziqian nodded fiercely: "Okay! Then I'm going to say ugly things ahead. If something happens, you can bear it yourself!"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Yong roared, "When did I ask you guys to help me with the work?"

"Give me the bat!" Zhao Yong shouted to a serving girl.

The little girl was so busy that she took down the baseball bat that was decorated on the inner wall of the car and quickly handed it to Zhao Yong.

This man has a bad temper. These little girls are just here to serve, so they dare not anger each other.

Zhao Yong swung the ball bat and hit Wang Hui on the back.

Of course, in order to exert force smoothly, his feet moved away from Wang Hui's face.

"Bang!"

A dull sound.

The heart-wrenching pain spreads to the back instantly.

Wang Hui groaned.

The body trembled.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Fight back!

Otherwise, I will definitely go out sideways.

What will be like in the second half of your life? Unpredictable!

He could not pin his hopes on the discovery of Zhao Yong's conscience.

You have to fight back on yourself.

In his pocket... in his trousers... there are life-saving items he has been preparing.

At the critical moment...it's up to him.

"Bang!"

The second time, we arrived immediately.

Then there is the third stroke, the fourth stroke...

When he reached the fifth shot, Wang Hui did not respond after being beaten.

Still motionless.

"Wait!" Wen Ziqian shouted.

"Fuck! I fainted before I broke my bones?" Zhao Yong stopped cursing.

He turned Wang Hui over with his feet.

But I saw the other person, staring at him

Eyes, stare at him.

On his face were the marks of the soles of his shoes, bloody nose, and anger...

Wang Hui endured the severe pain and jumped up from the ground.

A handful of white powder in his hand was slapped firmly on Zhao Yong's face.

"Ah! My eyes!" Zhao Yong yelled in pain.

"Bang!"

Wang Hui rushed to the bar next to him with a quick step.
To be continued...