At the same time, in the Jiuzhou Studio, not far from Wharton Holy Light Business School, Qi Dongjian was fiddling with his second generation Jingxin again. He felt that there seemed to be some minor flaws in the circuit. Before it was officially put into operation, he tried to do more perfectly. It has to be said that he devoted himself to this project and he has been looking forward to success for too long.

Oops, who would it be knocking on the door? Qi Dongjian walked towards the door with questions. He knew that it would be Diao Xiaosi, because Diao Xiaosi had the key to the studio, and when he came, he always opened the door by himself.

After the door opened, there were several strange faces standing outside, all of whom were young, and Qi Dongjian didn't know any of them. One of them was quite distinctive, but at the age of 25 or 26, his head was bald and his remaining hair was sparse. He was about 1.72 meters tall, with a pale face and thin skin, and his mouth was always raised, as if he was laughing, but it gave people a cold feeling.

His name is Yang Bingquan, nicknamed Monster, he is a big gangster in the northern suburbs of Huadu. Compared with Diao Xiaosi's father Diao Damao, although he is a big deal, his status and strength are much higher, and he has a gun in his hand.

Yang Bingquan never makes a trick of hitting a monkey to beat fat. He only works for those well-known bosses in society, and specifically comes out to solve some things that are inconvenient for them to solve. He can charge tens of thousands of commissions every time. This time he was also entrusted by Diao Lingfeng to cause trouble for Diao Xiaosi. Of course, as Diao Lingfeng's identity, he will not negotiate with him personally, and everything was arranged by Nie Qianqian.

"Who are you looking for?" Qi Dongjian asked politely.

"Look for you..." Yang Bing said sarcastically.

Qi Dongjian was stunned and pointed at his nose: "Look for me? Do I know you guys?"

Yang Bingquan smiled and said, "You don't know me, but I know you. Aren't you Qi Dongjian?"

Qi Dongjian felt even more strange. This man could actually call out his name, so why did he have no impression of him? He asked: "Then what's the matter with me?"

Yang Bingquan felt even more funny, and his shoulders were thrusting. Qi Dongjian felt strange. Why did this person look sick, so he laughed dryly. Unexpectedly, Yang Bingquan suddenly raised his face and said coldly: "Cut you..."

Qi Dongjian didn't understand, but still asked with a smile: "What am I?" Yang Bingquan kicked him in the stomach. Qi Dongjian took a few steps back and sat on the ground. He was frightened to see the young men showing their bright machetes from behind.

Oh my god, are they going to kill people? It was too late to close the door. Qi Dongjian turned around and ran backwards, picking up a broom from the corner of the wall.

"You, what do you want to do?" He felt his voice change, his throat was dry and stuck, and he could hardly speak, and his hands and feet were trembling incessantly.

Several young men closed the door, and Yang Bingquan waved his hand: "Smash it for me, smash it hard..." So the people behind him spread apart, picked up the guys in their hands, and hit the equipment, tables, chairs, and slammed them hard no matter how hard they saw them.

Qi Dongjian was anxious. While shouting for help, he ran to his second generation Jingxinyi, who had basically completed the transformation. That was his lifeblood. He rushed over to face the flying machete, and violently grabbed the second generation Jingxinyi's helmet in his hand. He swung down a machete and almost cut his arm into two pieces. Fortunately, Qi Dongjian shrank his hand quickly, otherwise his right arm would be ruined.

There was someone blocking the door, and Qi Dongjian couldn't rush out, so he could only run around the table. The young men were chasing them with knives behind. Yang Bing thought to himself that these trashed people, but they didn't know whether they were blocking the two ends? Damn it was so circling around that I was dizzy. He stepped forward and lifted the table. Qi Dongjian had no place to run away, and squatted on the ground with his helmet under the wall.

"Give me what you have..." Yang Bingquan kicked Qi Dongjian.

Qi Dongjian didn't say anything, and hugged his helmet even tighter.

"Fuck, do you give it to me?" Yang Bingquan kicked again.

Qi Dongjian fell to the ground, got up again, still holding his helmet tightly.

"The old guy is quite stubborn. Come here and kick this old guy to death, until he let go..." Yang Bingquan lit a cigarette and waved his hand to greet the young people who smashed things.

"Yes, Brother Soldier..." The younger brothers responded in unison. That's what they usually call their boss.

When Yang Bingquan heard this, he rushed forward and took a shave on his face, one of them said, "You are fucking pigs, and you don't look at the occasion. Brother Bingbing, do you want to kill me?"

One of the younger brothers was probably blinded by a slap and asked timidly: "Can you call Brother Quan?"

Yang Bingquan punched the little brother's cheek, and the unlucky spitted blood in his mouth, and several teeth were knocked off. Another little brother said cleverly: "You deserve to be beaten. If you call Brother Bing Quan, then you will reveal our identity as the boss? You should call Brother Yang. There are many people in the surname Yang. If you call Brother Yang, no one knows which Brother Yang is..."

Yang Bingquan gritted his teeth and endured it again and again, but he did not wave it up, but he made a decision in his heart that these two idiots would take them back to serve them later, and each one would chop up a finger.

The younger brothers began to kick Qi Dongjian desperately. Qi Dongjian was gritting his teeth at first, but later he slowly felt his vision begin to blur. Someone kicked him in the head. Qi Dongjian's head hit the wall heavily, and his eyes turned dark and he fainted...

When he woke up, there was no one in the room, and there were wreckage of broken items everywhere, which was in chaos. Qi Dongjian found the helmet not far away, which was shrunk like a broken basketball with air leakage. There were many pieces of paper on the ground. His years of development of the drawings and data that he liked were torn to pieces.

"It's over... it's all..." Qi Dongjian burst into tears and let out a sad cry.

...

Diao Xiaosi was about to take his father out for dinner, but because he had changed his position with Datou, no one had cooked dinner. He couldn't let Datou, the "temporary young master", go to the kitchen himself. Just as he was walking to the door, Long Feijia came back from outside.

"Brother Long, you are back." Diao Xiaosi greeted warmly.

"Yes." Long Feijia nodded in response, he always did this.

Diao Damao stared at Long Feijia curiously and kept watching him enter the room. He couldn't help asking, "Son, who is this cripple?" However, Diao Xiaosi only made a "lame" sound, and his mouth was tightly covered by Diao Xiaosi.

Long Feijia walked well, but suddenly stopped, and stood there without turning around.

Diao Xiaosi knew that this was the precursor of Long Feijia's outrage, so he quickly smoothed out the situation and said, "Yes, let's eat eggplant, braised eggplant, braised eggplant tonight, and cold eggplant, so that you can eat eggplant well at one time."

Diao Damao pried open his son's hand hard: "What eggplant? I'm talking about lame..."

Diao Xiaosi covered his mouth again, winked and said, "Can you stop making that sound?" After that, he pulled Diao Damao and walked out the door.

When Diao Xiaosi and Diao Damao left the house, Long Feijia asked Luo Han expressionlessly: "Who is the man with Diao Xiaosi?"

"His father." Luohan replied.

Long Feijia was stunned, said oh, and then walked upstairs.

On the small road outside the villa, Diao Damao asked his son inexplicably: "Why did you cover my mouth just now?"

"If I don't cover your mouth, your good teeth will probably be gone now..." Diao Xiaosi said, "My brother Long doesn't listen to the word "clip". If someone says these two words in front of him, he will die. The usual fate will be very terrible..."

Diao Damao smiled disdainfully: "What awesome, how powerful can a cripple man be? If you dare to challenge, do you believe your dad? Can I take off his good leg?"

Diao Xiaosi was speechless and too lazy to pay attention to his father, so he just walked forward by himself.

At this time, his cell phone rang, and Diao Xiaosi answered the phone. Slowly, his expression became more and more serious, and his face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost...

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A great urban book "The Heroes of Troubled Times" [completed, please bookmark it with confidence]

He was originally a noble son of a wealthy family in the capital, but he embarked on a journey for the heavy responsibilities given to him by his grandfather.

After returning to China and taking over his father's business, he became an ordinary teacher in the university, but secretly established a brother alliance across Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

First, she pushed down the enchanting sister Murong Sishui, and then reunited with her first love on campus. Her love luck was out of control from then on, and beauties from all walks of life competed to embrace her.

Let’s see the playboy’s young master with infinite ambiguity and stepping into the peak of the gangster!
Chapter completed!