Chapter 463
Mo Qing hasn't been angry for a long time.
I did not expect to give my friends a lively today.
Not only was pointing at the nose, but also threatened.
This is too good.
This is Hangzhou, not elsewhere.
Before the Hangming Group was established, it was the king of underground forces. Who would not give himself a little face?
The waiter had a strong ability to look at the color, and he saw Mo Qing's face turned black instantly.
Knowing that Mo Qing was angry.
So the waiter toughly hit, "I'm sorry, you block my customers!"
Dong Biao's tiger stared, and a small waiter dared to be so arrogant. He slapped his hand and slapped it.
"Pap!"
The waiter was slapped by Dong Biao, and his dizzy head turned.
Suddenly fell to the ground, coughed violently, and the corners of his mouth spit out.
Dong Biao people are high, and most of them are strength.
Besides, he gritted his teeth with anger, and his strength would not be light.
"Get! What is your fuck a small waiter, what is the horizontal in front of Master Ben?"
Dong Biao pointed at the waiter on the ground and roared.
Mo Qing looked at Dong Biao's unfamiliar face. In his memory, Hangzhou seemed to have no such son.
Even if it is the son of Hangcheng, you should know himself.
It is impossible to see yourself, and dare to fight.
The only explanation is that the other party is not a person in Hangcheng.
"Brother! Is it a bit too much? He is just a waiter, why embarrass him?"
Mo Qing came forward and helped the waiter.
"Are you okay?"
The waiter's tears rotated in the eyes, and the answers of my support, "Mo ... Mo, I am okay!"
"Hmm! You go down, leave it here here!"
The waiter looked at Mo Qing grateful and planned to leave.
I don't want to.
Dong Biao stopped his way.
"You can leave, kneel down and hoe your head to admit your mistakes!"
"you!"
"What am I me, do you want to find it!"
Dong Biao held his right hand, and he would hit it.
The waiter may have forgotten to avoid because of nervousness.
The silly pestle is there.
Stay like a wooden chicken.
Just when Dong Biao's big hand, when the waiter was only a punch.
The other hand held Dong Biao's arm.
Dong Biao took a look, it turned out to be Mo Qing's hand.
I thought it was very simple.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qing grabbed his hand and made his hand pattern motionless.
"Huh? It's a bit interesting!"
Dong Biao's mouth was upright, and another fist bombed in Mo Qing.
Mo Qing's agile sideways avoided, and with a tricky punch, he hit the other party's shoulder.
"Well!"
"Enough! This is not where you sprinkle!" Mo Qing warned him.
Dong Biao, who was hit, sank on his shoulders, and a pain came.
Suddenly, his eyes turned red.
"Big boy!" The employees shouted worriedly.
This is the son of President Dong. If something happened here, it would be difficult for them to blame.
"It's okay! This little thing, it's hard not to fall!"
Dong Biao made a mouthful, broke away from his arm, and looked at Mo Qing, "You are dead, dare to hurt me!"
Mo Qing frowned.
"Ha ha!"
"My Dong Biao really doesn't know how high the sky is?"
"Don’t you tell me!"
Although Dong Biao was beaten, he didn't care, because he was confident that the other party was not his opponent.
"Dong Biao?"
Mo Qing heard the name and suddenly remembered.
The person who hurt the iron head seems to be called Dong Biao.
Hum!
It won't be so coincidentally!
"Your name is Dong Biao, from the provincial capital?"
"Haha! Just know it!"
Dong Biao did not expect that he was very famous, and someone knew himself in Hangzhou.
A proud expression appeared on the face.
Mo Qing looked at him lightly and smiled suddenly. "So, the person who made trouble in the martial arts hall yesterday was you?"
"Cut! It's not a trouble, it's education!" Dong Biao did not remember yesterday's heart at all, and said casually.
"Iron head, are you wounded?"
"You mean an old man with iron head, yes, he can offend me, I am loose to him by the way, is there any mistake?"
"Could it be said, do you want to take the lead for him?"
Mo Qing has never seen such an arrogant person, even if he hasn't encountered it.
The key is that not only encountered it, but also angry with yourself.
In this case, will he miss the opportunity of this lesson?
Of course it is impossible.
Calculating time, I haven't caught fire for a long time.
Mo Qing smiled indifferently, and his tone was even as frost condensed. "Just acknowledge it!"
The words have just fallen.
Mo Qing held his fists with both hands, shook his left hand, and slammed his right hand against Dong Biao's belly button.
Dong Biao accidentally.
Directly, it seems like turning the river in the stomach.
Breathing.
The dinner he had eaten, all vomited.
"vomit!"
"vomit!"
Slowly spit, a strong sour smell permeated.
Mo Qing did not give the other party a chance, holding his arm in one hand, kicking his legs in a row.
Dong Biao suffered pain, and he fell heavily on his own vomit.
This chapter has been completed!