"What did you say?" The middle-aged man in a floral shirt was stunned at first, and then immediately burst into laughter.
While laughing, he turned his head to look at Liu Zhuang and said disdainfully: "He asked me to apologize to you and compensate you for your losses. Do you dare to accept it?"
"I……"
"Why don't you dare?" Song Bingyan waved his hand again, blocking Liu Zhuang who was hesitating and looking coldly at the middle-aged man in a flower shirt.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in the middle-aged shirt had a stronger sarcasm on his face. While leisurely turning the jade walnut in his hand, he sarcastically said: "Liu Zhuang, you want to ask for help, no matter how you say it, you can ask for a decent one,
I invited an idiot, was it here to make fun of it?"
"Who do you think is an idiot?" Song Bingyan's face suddenly sank, and he immediately punched the middle-aged man in a flower shirt.
The man in the flower shirt was slow and he suddenly dodged, then looked at Song Bingyan coldly and said in a deep voice: "Good boy, if you dare to fight me, don't blame me for being rude."
After saying that, he waved his hand and saw the young men standing aside and waiting for him quickly rushed forward and surrounded Song Bingyan.
Seeing this scene, Liu Zhuang's face changed drastically. He hurriedly looked at the middle-aged man in a flower shirt and said earnestly: "Brother Bao, he has nothing to do with this matter. Please let him go."
"It's him who is seeking death himself, and I can't do anything. Whether he can survive depends on his luck." The middle-aged man in a floral shirt snorted, then took a cigarette handed over by his subordinates and put it in his mouth.
He had been thinking about what method to use to shock Liu Zhuang.
He felt that the strength was not enough just to smash the other party’s shop and a few threatening words, and it would be impossible to attack him. After all, if he broke the other party, he would not be able to hand in the job after he went back.
Just when he was struggling, Song Bingyan jumped out, just in time for him to use this trick to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
He believed that when he saw Song Bingyan's tragic situation later, no matter how brave Liu Zhuang was, he would surrender to him obediently.
Thinking of this, he chuckled and then waved to the subordinate who was delivering cigarettes.
The young man was stunned at first, then immediately understood it, quickly took out the lighter, and wanted to help the young man in the flower shirt light a cigarette.
But before the cigarette was lit, the face of the middle-aged man in the floral shirt suddenly changed, and his originally disdainful eyes were filled with shock.
Looking along his eyes, the seven or eight weapons-carrying thugs who had just rushed up were all lying on the ground. Although they still had a breath, they had basically lost their combat ability.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in a floral shirt and the young man who lights a cigarette were stunned.
Even Liu Zhuang was staring at Song Bingyan blankly at this moment. He never expected that this rich young man who usually only knows how to eat, drink and have such skills.
"Okay, good fight." At this moment, Wang Shuya, who was standing behind the crowd and watching, couldn't help but scream.
She saw the evil deeds of the middle-aged man in a floral shirt just now. Now she saw the other party’s gang of dog legs being beaten by Song Bingyan, and she was naturally extremely excited.
When Song Bingyan heard Wang Shuya's cheers, he was even more excited.
He originally wanted to show off in front of Wang Shuya, but now he has been recognized by the other party, so he is naturally full of joy.
He first turned around, made a victory gesture towards Wang Shuya, then flew over, stepped on a thug under his feet, pointed at the middle-aged man in a flower shirt, and shouted angrily: "Old guy, do you want to come and follow me."
Give gestures?”
"I...I dare not..." The middle-aged man in a floral shirt looked at Song Bingyan with horror, his face was already bloodless.
Although he had practiced several moves, he had a fight of seven on one side. With this strength, his ability to jump out of his three-legged cat, would be a death sentence if he dared to jump out.
But he never expected that this young man who looked innocent would be so powerful.
"If you don't dare, just come over immediately and apologize to Boss Liu." Just as the middle-aged man in the flower shirt was pondering, Song Bingyan suddenly shouted.
As soon as he said this, the middle-aged man in the middle-aged shirt suddenly became soft, and the walnut in his hand fell to the ground, and his bumpy face turned pale.
Immediately, the middle-aged man in the floral shirt had no time to think about it, so he hurriedly ran to Liuzhuang and said respectfully: "Boss Liu, I...I know I'm wrong. You have a lot of them, so don't be as knowledgeable as me."
"Is that how you apologized?" Song Bingyan snorted coldly without waiting for Liu Zhuang to respond.
When the middle-aged man in the flower shirt heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned. He scratched his head and looked at Song Bingyan in confusion.
Song Bingyan frowned and said in a deep voice: "If you apologize, you have to show sincerity. If you bow three times and kowtow nine times, you should at least kneel down, right?"
"Kneel... Kneel down?" Hearing Song Bingyan's words, the middle-aged man in a floral shirt almost cried out.
At least he has a reputation in Shuzhou. If he kneels in front of a small person like Liuzhuang, how can he do it in the future?
"What, don't you want to?" Seeing that the middle-aged man in the flower shirt was not moving, Song Bingyan's face darkened again, and at the same time, his fist behind him slowly raised up.
"Yes, I'm willing." Looking at Song Bingyan's fierce look, the middle-aged man in a floral shirt felt that his heart was about to jump out.
He knew very well that losing face was a small matter, and if he left his life here, it would be too much of a loss.
Immediately, he did not dare to be slow anymore, but hurried forward, knelt in front of Liu Zhuang with a thunderous sound, and shouted: "Boss Liu, I'm sorry, I... I know I'm wrong, please forgive me."
"This..." Liu Zhuang was already stunned at this moment.
He first glanced at the middle-aged man in a floral shirt kneeling in front of him, then turned to look at Song Bingyan standing beside him, and felt his mind was drowsy, as if he was dreaming.
You know, the middle-aged man in this floral shirt seems to be unpretentious, but in fact he is also the number one person in Shuzhou. He usually oppresses merchants like them, but now he is kneeling in front of him, which really makes him feel incredible.
"Boss Liu, I think he is not bad at admitting his mistakes, otherwise you will forgive him?" At this moment, Song Bingyan smiled faintly.
Liu Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and nodded quickly and responded: "Okay, forgive me, forgive me."
"Have you heard that, Boss Liu forgives you, don't you stand up?" Song Bingyan pointed at the middle-aged man in a flowered shirt that was shaking like a sieve, and said in a deep voice.
When the middle-aged man in the flower shirt heard this, he hurriedly got up from the ground, and then subconsciously glanced at Song Bingyan.
Looking at the other party's mocking expression, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
This is the first time he has been so humiliated in Shuzhou for more than ten years, and it is really hard to accept in front of his subordinates.
Unfortunately, he didn't dare to say anything. Whoever made him inferior to others could only be beaten and stood firm.
But he was not worried. He was not a commander in Shuzhou for many years. As long as he invited the backer behind him, he believed that everything would turn around soon...