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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Six, Violent!

Zhao Sanjun hated Tang Ye very much.

He didn't expect Tang Ye to kill their boss in one round, the tough guy who could kill a cow with one punch, and he didn't expect him to kick the third brother out with one kick. The third brother is so fat, and he has so much strength to be scolded by them all day long.

He not only hated Tang Ye, but also feared Tang Ye.

Yes, Zhao Sanjun was scared.

After they took the job, they investigated the target person for a period of time.

After all, they are professional in this industry.

Song Qingxin, general manager of Junya Group Garden Store, is a beautiful woman who can dance in cheongsams.

Tang Ye, Song Qingxin's secretary

They have collected their information online, watched their live broadcasts, and gave them a lot of little red hearts. They like their interactions, especially those who like Song Qingxin.

They had never seen such a beautiful woman before.

Of course, what you see on TikTok doesn’t count.

Tang Ye, a young man who relies on his beauty, does he work as a secretary. How much strength can he have?

As for Song Qingxin, they were not within their considerations at all. After defeating Tang Ye, could that delicate little girl escape their palms?

Zhao Sanjun felt that he could solve them by taking action alone. The reason why they dispatched so many people was because the more people collected, they received more money.

If the buyer wants to bargain, they can say that we are a team to do the project. What's the matter with giving one person's money? To pull a few more people together can also solve the employment problem of the brothers.

However, the direction of things was completely opposite to what they had conceived before.

The boss was knocked down, now he couldn't move, his mouth couldn't be opened, the third brother was kicked away, and he looked extremely embarrassed

Zhao Sanjun felt that if he could not get rid of this little guy, then the brothers and others would be here today.

When the police arrived, none of them could escape.

He doesn't want to go to jail!

Anger arises from the heart, and evil arises from the courage.

He found an opportunity when Tang Ye leaned against the BMW and kicked the third brother away with his feet, and slashed Tang Ye's abdomen with one knife.

Although the employer meant to ask them to deal with Tang Ye and Song Qingxin, how can they still care about so much now?

He found the right time to slash and cracked his hair, and he didn't care even if he opened his intestines and broke his stomach.

Tang Ye's body was also tense, and the hairs on his body instantly stood up.

His body was still lying on the front of the BMW, with his hands supported with his elbows and not slipping. His feet just kicked the fat man away

In other words, he can't move his hands and feet now.

At the critical moment, a white object suddenly flew out of the back of the car.

Bang!

In the face of Zhao Sanjun.

It was not until this time that Tang Ye realized that it was a bottle of mineral water full of water.

500ml of liquid hits directly on the face, and even if there is a mask blocking it, it still makes people feel unbearable.

Zhao Sanjun's movements were stagnant, and Tang Ye's body quickly slid.

Kacha!

Zhao Sanjun cracked on the front of the car with a knife, and the blades were trapped in the iron shell and could not be pulled out.

After Tang Ye's body landed, a carp jumped up. Seeing that Zhao Sanjun was about to draw his sword, he kicked him in the back, causing his whole body to lie on the front of the car.

Tang Ye rushed up, pressed his head and kowtowed towards the front of the car.

Kacha!

The plastic mask on Zhao Sanjun's face was smashed, most of the plastic flew out, and some fragments were directly inlaid into his flesh.

"Ah," Zhao Sanjun shouted out loud.

Tang Ye ignored it and grabbed his hair and smashed his head into the car body again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

----

Time and time again.

Zhao Sanjun was beaten with flesh and blood.

At the beginning, I wanted to struggle, but my body twisted desperately, trying to escape from Tang Ye's control.

However, Tang Ye's foot stepped on his knees and his body pressed against his body, making him unable to move at all.

After several consecutive collisions, Zhao Sanjun's struggle and counterattack became increasingly weak. Finally, his body fell down there softly, allowing Tang Ye to grab his hair, and then smashed his head into the front hood of the car again and again.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

----

Brutal violence.

Blood splashed.

"Tang Ye, Tang Ye, can't fight anymore, don't fight anymore," Song Qingxin shouted.

Song Qingxin had already run out and stepped forward and hugged Tang Ye tightly, telling him not to hit someone again.

Although this relieves her, she doesn't want to see Tang Ye kill someone accidentally.

Tang Ye is likely to beat someone to death

The man looked like he was exhausted, and his body was as soft as noodles.

Tang Ye’s life is so precious, and his life has just begun. How can he lose everything for such messy things?

When Tang Ye heard Song Qingxin's shouting and felt her pulling and restraint, he gradually regained his rationality, loosened Zhao Sanjun's hair, and let his body slip from the front of the car like a dead loach.

When he saw Zhao Sanjun lifting his sword and trying to crack him in half, he felt very hatred and scared.

If the bottle of mineral water had not delayed him for a while at a critical moment and allowed his body to dodge, he would have probably become the dead soul under Zhao Sanjun's sword.

At that moment, the hostility and wildness in Tang Ye's body were completely aroused. He rushed forward regardless of the situation, as if he was crazy about revenge on Zhao Sanjun.

In a state of extreme anger, crazy thoughts like "death" even emerge in the mind.

If you want to kill me, I will kill you.

If I don't kill you, you will kill me.

He could no longer give Zhao Sanjun any chance, these people had become outlaws

"It's okay, it's okay," Song Qingxin hugged Tang Ye's back hard and comforted him: "It's not worth it, it's not worth it with such a person."

Su Yu also jumped out of the car and stared at the fat man with a vigilant look on his face.

He was afraid that this little fat man would take advantage of the danger and suddenly rushed up and gave someone a ruthless move.

The fat man was kicked away by Tang Ye and rolled on the ground for several rounds. After finally getting up, he found that the situation had become something he couldn't understand.

Zhao Sanjun was pulled by someone's hair, pressed his head and smashed towards the front of the car again and again, making a bang, and every time it seemed like he was hitting his head, which made him frightened.

How can a human head be harder than a car?

Sure enough, after a battle, Zhao Sanjun lost.

Lost completely.

Now, he was standing not far away, but the iron rod in his hand was shaking slightly.

Oh, it was the little fat man's body shaking.

Now Tang Ye is a madman who wants to be killed in his heart and an indestructible demon.

He doesn't know what to do.

Fight? Can't beat.

Run away? What should the boss do? What should Zhao Sanjun do?

"Big and Second" the little fat man shouted, "What should I do now?"
Chapter completed!
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