The brother Shaoliang mentioned by Zhang Zhehui is Qi Shaoliang, the leader of the fourth generation of the Qi family. The power developed by the Qi family is in the military, so every time the little fat man encounters a fight, he will call Qi Shaoliang immediately.
"Escape? If I don't kill you today, I won't hang out in this circle in the capital." Yang Zhicheng covered the left side of his face, his face looking ferocious with anger, and glared at Xing Luo and Zhang Zhehui, saying: "If you
Give me the little girl next to you, and I can consider letting you die quickly."
"hiss……"
When he heard this sentence, Zhang Zhehui couldn't help but take a slight breath, shook his head pitifully and looked at Yang Zhicheng, and said: "The fourth generation of the Yang family is really getting more active and retreating. Just based on your words today, you can leave.
It is still unknown whether I can leave the Royal Club without leaving."
"Crack."
However, just as Zhang Zhehui finished speaking, a crisp voice suddenly sounded, and immediately after, Yang Zhicheng's figure flew out to the left and hit a wooden chair.
Xing Luo waved his right hand with a gloomy expression, looked at Yang Zhicheng expressionlessly, and said, "You will die today."
Seeing Yang Zhicheng being slapped away by Xing Luo, the security guards who rushed forward were slightly startled. It took a lot of force to slap a man weighing more than 110 kilograms away.
But then they looked at each other and gritted their teeth suddenly. If they could perform well in front of the third young master of the Yang family, then maybe the boss of the Royal Club would give them a salary increase. Thinking of this, the security guards clenched their sticks and whizzed around.
The stick hit Xing Luo on the head.
He took a step across and struck out with his right fist quickly. He hit a security guard on the nose, causing his nose to collapse instantly. Moreover, Xing Luo had some reservations. If he used all his strength, the security guard would at least have a brain.
Shock.
After beating a security guard away, Xing Luo had no intention of giving up. He struck out with his fists like meteors. Every time he threw a punch, he hit the security guard's chest and nose perfectly.
Within a few minutes, the security guards who had swarmed up earlier were all calmed down by Xing Luo. They fell to the ground crying and howling, and some even fainted because it was too painful.
, specifically picking out the most painful areas.
"Crack."
At this time, Zhang Zhehui laughed and clapped his hands and said, "Brother-in-law, okay, I just called Brother Haoyi. Brother Shaoliang is not in the capital."
The people watching on the side opened their mouths slightly. They had seen Xing Luo slap Yang Zhicheng away before. It was just brute force, but this time he directly singled out more than a dozen security guards, which should be regarded as strength.
Bar?
After thinking about it, the onlookers looked at Xing Luo with pity. If he slapped Yang Zhicheng on the face in such a public way, he would undoubtedly slap the Yang family on the face. Although there is a rule in the capital circles,
It's just that the younger generation makes a big fuss and the elders don't interfere.
Even if the third generation of the Yang family does not interfere, the fourth generation of the Yang family is still quite capable.
At this time, Yang Zhicheng also asked Zhuang Junzi to help him up. As a top-notch loser, Zhuang Junzi's face was also burning at this moment. Yang Zhicheng was beaten, and he undoubtedly lost face. If the news spread, others would still laugh at him.
, Xing Luo didn’t even bother to hit him.
Yang Zhicheng's face was extremely gloomy, he took out his mobile phone and made a call, then hung up and looked at Xing Luo ferociously: "You hit me, my brother will never let it go, even your friends will be implicated.
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"Damn it, are you trying to scare me? Isn't it just the Yang family? Even if your eldest brother Yang Zhidong comes over, my brother-in-law will punch you one by one." Zhang Zhehui waved his hand disdainfully.
"The best you can do now is to show off your words. When my elder brother comes, you'd better not give him a thumbs up, because you're not worthy." Yang Zhicheng sneered.
"Go away, your bad-ass brother isn't even worthy of wiping my ass."
The plump flesh on Zhang Zhehui's face suddenly became angry, and he said angrily: "You are dead, you are dead, I will call my elder brother later and tell him, you can do it, you are really good, if you insult my Zhang family, you will
Just wait."
Although the Zhang family is not one of the six wealthy families, the allies of the Zhang family are extremely powerful. A person of Mr. Zhang's status has to show courtesy even to the No. 1 leader, not to mention that the Zhang family now has a fourth generation.
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Even the retired old chief had some friendship with the grandson of Mr. Xiao. When the old chief was in office, China was at its most prosperous. Although it was not as comprehensive as the United States in terms of overall strength, it was because of Mr. Xiao.
, with an existence like the Xiao family, the president of the United States also has to weigh it a bit.
At that time, the Xiao family could be said to be the best family in the world.
Although as time passed, the families at that time retired one after another, but their strength was still strong. If you wanted to touch them, you had to consider whether your teeth were strong enough.
The Zhang family is also one of the retired families. Yang Zhicheng said that Zhang Zhehui was not even qualified to give Yang Zhidong a toe, which was a direct insult to the little fat man. With the little fat man's personality, he would definitely beat Yang Zhicheng into a pig's head.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door of the second floor. He had a straight body, thick brows, and a straight nose. He faintly exuded a temperament that young people did not have. Even if this person was left on the street with people coming and going, he would be able to recognize him for the first time.
Find this person in no time.
"Brother."
When Yang Zhicheng saw this person coming, he felt a little happy and shouted quickly. Zhuang Junzi, who was next to him, also hurriedly helped Yang Zhicheng up and walked quickly to Yang Zhidong's side.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zhidong frowned slightly and looked at the five finger prints on Yang Zhicheng's face, his expression a little gloomy.
"That damn fat man insulted you, brother, and our Yang family, and they even beat me." Hearing this, Yang Zhicheng directly pointed out Zhang Zhehui and Xing Luo, with a flash of pride in his eyes.
"Paradise, so what if I was insulted? You fucking insulted my Zhang family. If my eldest brother hadn't been in the capital, I would have definitely broken your legs, huh." Zhang Zhehui is a master who is not afraid of anything, even if it is
When the third generation of the Yang family comes over, he is equally confident.
"Brother, if you say something wrong, you will have to pay the price." Yang Zhidong is now about twenty-four years old and has slowly entered the society, so he pays attention to his tone when he speaks.
"The price? I don't know what the price is. Yang Zhidong, you really have a good brother who is dedicated to causing trouble for your Yang family."
A voice sounded loudly, echoing on the second floor, and a young man walked in from the door with a sneer on his face.