Ye Qiu rolled his eyes and nodded with an evil smile.
"Mr. Han is so beautiful, I can't bear to reject you."
"Okay, I agree."
"This matter ends here, and there is no need for compensation."
Han Qianhui was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr. Ye Qiu..."
"Hey! Don't be so hasty to thank me yet."
"You also have to promise me one thing. I have a cocktail party tonight and I want to invite you to be my female companion. How about that?"
Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye Qiu, I'm not very good at socializing."
Han Qianhui made an excuse.
We are all adults. Who doesn’t know the meaning of this kind of cocktail party held by a rich man?
This is not as simple as drinking two glasses of wine, it can easily turn into the role of having sex with someone.
"You don't need to socialize, you just need to stay with me."
"I only have one condition. If you agree, I will let him go today."
Ye Qiuhao crosses the road.
"this…"
Just when she was in a dilemma, Xiao Feng smiled coldly.
"Ye Qiu, how dare you think of her? I will let you die."
"Xiao Feng, don't..."
Han Qianhui exclaimed. She wanted to stop it, but it was still a step too late.
Xiao Feng had already taken action, hitting the opponent directly in the chest.
"What?"
Ye Qiu was suddenly startled and immediately punched him.
'boom!'
The two had a head-to-head fight, and their anger exploded on the spot.
Ye Qiu's face was pained, and he took four or five steps back in one breath, bumping into a bodyguard, otherwise he would definitely fall down.
Xiao Feng jumped up, followed by another palm, and went straight to the opponent's head to slap him.
Just when the distance between the two sides was only two meters away, Bai Jinghong suddenly rushed in front of Xiao Feng and struck out with a dark force.
'boom!'
The palms of the two parties exchanged hands, and time seemed to freeze.
Xiao Feng stopped in mid-air, his hair standing on end.
Bai Jinghong waved his palm upwards, his whole body's true energy surged, and his skin all turned red.
"Young people are arrogant and domineering. Come down here."
Bai Jinghong roared angrily and stamped his foot on the ground.
There was a loud bang and Xiao Feng was blown away on the spot.
He landed on the ground with a backflip and took a few steps back before standing still. There was a dull pain in his right arm.
But Bai Jinghong just took a step back, with one hand behind his back and a proud look on his face.
Hong Xiuchuan and other big guys were all dumbfounded. He was able to knock Xiao Feng away with one palm. This old man was by no means an ordinary person.
Several people looked at each other again, and they were all thinking about how to resolve this grudge.
Otherwise, once a fight breaks out, the situation cannot be controlled at all, and there will definitely be a lot of casualties.
Xiao Feng's face also changed slightly. This old guy's martial arts cultivation level is a bit higher than Lu Quanweng and Guo Changxian. I'm afraid he is already close to a heavenly warrior.
"Xiao Feng, are you okay?"
"Feng, how are you?"
Han Qianhui and Cheng Caiying, one on the left and one on the right, quickly stepped forward to support him.
Xiao Feng shook his head slightly and cupped his hands.
"Senior, what a great effort!"
"It seems that I was confused the last time we met. I wonder what kind of master you are?"
Bai Jinghong smiled coldly: "Hmph, boy, I see you still know some etiquette, so I might as well tell you."
"Listen carefully, I am from the third level sect."
"My senior brother is the famous Wang Sanchong, known as the number one gentleman in the world."
"What? Wang Shanzhong?"
Hong Xiuchuan's face stiffened, and cold sweat instantly covered his body.
"Master Hong, is this Wang Sanzhong very powerful?"
Chen Hexiang asked in a low voice.
"More than that, he is a well-known figure in the martial arts world."
"The three gates of the south sword and the north sword let a hundred flowers bloom to determine the universe."
"The status of Sanzhongmen in the martial arts world is equivalent to your status in Tianjin society."
Hong Xiuquan made a metaphor and complimented the other party.
"Oh I got it."
Chen Hexiang nodded slightly and quietly took a few steps back.
Regardless of what kind of social godfather he is, any one of these people present has a higher status than him.
"Oh... So he's from Sanzhongmen? No wonder."
Xiao Feng showed a contemptuous smile.
He was full of hatred for the Sanzhongmen. The former Jiuye of Jiangcheng and Huang Shihu, who later kidnapped Han Qianhui and escaped in the chaos, were all disciples of the Sanzhongmen.
More importantly, Sanzhongmen Design teamed up with other sects to attack and destroy Baihua Palace, and also killed the owner of Baihua Palace, who was the wife of Master Sunflower.
Bing Ling and Hua Murong had no choice but to hide their names and live in exile because of the triple gate.
"Huh? Boy, are you despising me?"
Seeing that his expression was wrong, Bai Jinghong asked.
"Oh, how dare I?"
"How powerful are your three-layer gates? You can attack secretly, be despicable and shameless, what can't you do?"
"Wang Sanzhong doesn't even have an old face, how dare he call himself the number one gentleman?"
"Bah! You're just a hypocrite."
Xiao Feng spat hard.
"You brat, you are so brave."
"How dare you humiliate my senior brother? I will kill you today."
Bai Jinghong shouted angrily and flew straight towards Xiao Feng to kill him.
"Get out of the way!"
Xiao Feng hurriedly pushed the two women away and took a step back to prepare for the attack.
Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky and landed directly in front of Xiao Feng.
The visitor faced Bai Jinghong and punched him suddenly.
'boom!'
There was an explosion, and both sides stepped back at the same time, and the fight was evenly matched.
"Who is it? How dare you stop me?"
Bai Jinghong shouted angrily.
"Haha...Old Baldhead, you are so old, why are you still so hot-tempered?"
The visitor was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, his face was sharp and angular, and he had the aura of a strong man between his brows.
"You are...Wan Jianglei!"
Bai Jinghong's eyes widened.
The people who came were none other than the Chinese mercenary Optimus Prime and the heavenly warrior Wan Jianglei.
"I said, Old Baitou, you are well-known in the world after all."
"Don't you feel ashamed if you bully a young man in public?"
Wan Jianglei narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Hmph! This brat is rude, shouldn't he be taught a lesson?"
"What's more, this is my business and his business, so I won't bother you, Captain Wan, to worry about it."
Bai Jinghong said sharply.
"Haha...Old Baitou, I'm here today, can you hurt him?"
Wan Jianglei crossed his arms, his momentum was like a rainbow.
"Wan Jianglei, don't think I'm afraid of you."
"When you and I fought against each other, you only narrowly won by luck."
"Do you really want to antagonize me for an unrelated person?"
More than ten years ago, the two fought for hundreds of rounds, and in the end Wan Jianglei won with a slight advantage.
Bai Jinghong was injured at the time, and it took him two years to recover. This hatred had been weighing in his heart for more than ten years.
"Hmph, old whitehead, are you getting more confused as you get older?"
"Am I, Wan Jianglei, a nosy person? Think about it carefully."
Wan Jianglei snorted coldly.
Bai Jinghong's eyelids were twitching wildly. If there was another fight, he was still not sure of winning.
"Captain Wan, why are you here?"
Xiao Feng stepped forward and asked hurriedly.
"Haha...not only am I here, Donglan is also here."
As soon as he finished speaking, another row of Audi vehicles drove over.