Chapter 165

"Mr. Wang is too stupid, right?" The guards were also confused. Looking at Wang Yang's elusive and vicious attack, they were really tight and their eyes were hurt.

Although these big inner guards are not good at using third-rate methods, they still see that Wang Yang's first move of the scattering flowers was definitely a despicable hidden weapon such as lime powder and pepper. He couldn't help but smash his tongue. This talented and unruly Mr. Wushan, who is famous in Tokyo Bianliang and is so romantic that he is like a little hooligan who is skilled in a group fight.

It seems that cultural people are definitely not inferior to gangsters when fighting, and they are even better than them.

At this moment, a group of people came out of the station and fell into a fight. A few guys suddenly saw Zhao Ji and the five guys squatting aside like five quails, and couldn't help but be brave enough to be born from the side.

Brother Nima is bleeding and sweating here, but you guys are playing the show by just a while. "Those bastards must be the other party's people, so I'll do them!" A little leader waved his hand and immediately several people came over with sticks.

The guards around Zhao Ji were in a state of great mood at this moment. Nima was so far away from others. He just watched the show with a letter. The other party didn't go to fight with Wang Yang, but came to trouble him. It was too much. Could it be that he really treated such a big guard like him as a mud?

A guard was left to continue to protect Zhao Ji, and the other three rushed out directly. Although they had sharp blades on their waists, once that thing took action, it would be a big deal. His Highness Duan was here to cause trouble, but it was definitely not here to do big things.

Therefore, these three guards could only deal with those guys with their own skills. Seeing that the guards around him were weak, the opponent was crowded, and they were holding sticks, Zhao Ji couldn't help but be anxious.

After all, this guy is also a passionate young man. Especially after seeing one of the guards taking off the other party’s wooden stick, he was double-teamed by several other people, supporting him on the left and right, and he couldn’t help but be furious. “Let’s go too!”

Zhao Ji couldn't bear it anymore, broke free from the guard beside him, kicked out with one toe, and caught an unlucky person off guard. At this moment, Zhao Ji felt that he was about to take over the world and possessed Song Taizu, who created Taizu's long fist.

Then there was a sound of wind in my ears, and I heard Wang Yang shouting loudly: "Do away!" Zhao Ji subconsciously turned his face to look at Wang Yang. At this moment, he felt the roaring wind in his ears, and his ears felt extremely hot.

Wang Yang ran over in two steps, screaming strangely, his legs soared into the air, Zhao Ji widened his eyes and flew over from above his head like an eagle soaring in the sky, and then kicked a few times in the face of a big man who viciously waved his thick wooden stick with his wrist again.

"Do you know, the stick is only so far away from your forehead just now..." Wang Yang, who was still scared and stood still with panting, looked at Zhao Ji, who was still in shock and raised his hand to cover his ears, gestured a distance that was about as thick as a book.

Then, Wang Yang did not ask himself to find a place to squat up as Zhao Ji imagined, or stay to protect himself, but instead patted the wooden stick as thick as a stick in the wrist to Zhao Ji's arms.

Subconsciously, he shouted loudly as if he was telling his little brother. "You kid just take this. Whoever dares to come over will beat him up. Do you dare?"

Watching the crowd fighting, until now, the collars of his clothes were all hung on him, but the face was still so confident and calm, and his smile was as bright as that of Mr. Wushan, who was so bright that he could compare to the bright sun in the sky, Zhao Ji felt a little hot for no reason, and his face turned red again. He held the wooden stick that seemed a little heavy to him and replied loudly. "Dare!"

"Okay, I'm just like a man." Wang Yang was a little stunned, and burst into laughter, patted Zhao Ji on the shoulder, raised a thumb at him, and rushed out again to enter the battlefield.

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"How is it? Boss Ling, are you convinced or not, let's come again?" Wang Yang, whose eyes were blue, looked at Boss Ling with pride, who was only left to breathe and roll his eyes, and more than ten people who were lying on the ground and moaning, and there were seventeen or eighteen unlucky people huddled aside, trembling with fear.

Boss Ling took a cold breath and opened one of his eyes with great effort, looking at Wang Yang who was still full of energy, while his other eye was swollen and almost caught up with the big-eyed goldfish.

Wang Yang led a dozen people to the door, but most of them were flirted with by him. This face was already thrown to the ground. If he was stubborn, he would only be beaten by a hero. So Boss Ling smiled bitterly and nodded with a tactful smile. "... Say it, Boss Wang, what do you want to do?"

"Why did you spit on me just now? Do you know that this is unhygienic?" Wang Yang scolded seriously with a straight face. Everyone present almost knelt on the ground. Nima, didn't they come to grab the territory? Why did the topic suddenly become so fast?

Seeing the strange gazes of the melon-eating crowd around him, Wang Daguanren knew that he had made up his words and coughed dryly. "Well, I just want to ask if you Lingyun Club are willing to cooperate with me Yihonglou."

"...Boss Wang, what do you mean is to let our Lingyun Club cooperate with you?" Boss Ling shook the air conditioner, looked at the man who fell to the ground, looked at Wang Yang who was smiling happily in front of him, and said in tears.

"Nonsense, otherwise what do you think? With just a broken place like you, is there anything else that I can rob?" Mr. Wang said angrily.

"Then why didn't you say it straight just now?" Boss Ling stared at her eyes, trying to see if Wang Yang, the head of the security power of Yihonglou, lacked a very important string on his head.

"Didn't I say that I want to talk to you about life and ideals?" Wang Yang looked at this guy with a look of surprise. "Do you have no plans for your future and no ideals in life?"

"But you don't want to talk to me, and you even spit at me and have someone come over to fight. Since that's the case, we will naturally decide what to win or lose first, so let's talk hard."

"...What the hell is this?" Zhao Ji stood beside him, looking confused. He didn't know when the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground. Is life and ideals related to whether Lingyun Club and Yihonglou cooperated with each other?

"...Is life and ideals related to the cooperation between us?" Boss Ling's eyes were wet, and he shivered, resisting the urge to pick up the stick on the ground and smash it on the guy's head, and asked gritting his teeth.

Wang Yang nodded for granted and replied. "Of course, if you want your life to be stable, if you want to make your life peaceful in the imperial capital of the Song Dynasty, cooperate with our Yihonglou and advance and retreat together... Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!