In fact, as soon as he said that Fu Ping'an regretted it. He shouldn't have filled this big clove of garlic. What kind of thing is he? Without Zhang Wuji's ability and Zhang Wuji's family background, why should he block the right path and the Demon Sect in the martial arts world? Besides, who is the right path and who is the Demon Sect? These two groups of people don't look like good people...

So he stuttered and didn't say the next line. At this time, he should say in the tone of a tycoon in the world: "Give me a face." Or in the attitude of a foreigner: "You have to fight out and fight!" No matter how bad it is, he should warn from the perspective of an ordinary person: "I will call the police if I don't stop."

But Fu Ping'an said nothing and stood awkwardly. The two sides separated by him seemed to be even more crazy because of the mediation. They stared fiercely at each other, tense and about to break out.

Time passed in seconds, Fu Ping'an was sweating anxiously. Finally, he thought of the right words. He said to the bald man: "Brother, these are my classmates..."

The bald man nodded: "Oh, okay, I'll give you a face. You little guys, don't block my way next time." After that, he put his arms around Fu Ping'an's shoulder and walked out, "Brother, come with me, Sister Qian, please go and do something."

A group of people in society also disbanded on the spot. The fight did not start, and the people who yawned were dispersed. Li Gen's tense nerves finally relaxed. Then he felt cold back and sweat had already wet his underwear. He often fought outside, but his opponents were all children of age and never fought with real people in the world. The bald man had a hard fire on his waist. When he was really fucked, Li Gen was the first to be shot. Whether he died or lived depends on the will of heaven. Unfortunately, he died. Those tens of millions of property and so many girls would have lost their lives. After a wave of fear, Li Gen was a little unsteady and sat down on the steps and asked his classmates for a cigarette. His hands were shaking disobediently. He lit it three times without lit it. Outside the glass door of the Internet cafe, Fu Ping'an got into the bald Hummer and left. The three 8 on the license plate were extremely dazzling.

I'm afraid this revenge cannot be avenged, Li Gen thought.

On the Hummer, the bald man handed Fu Ping'an a cigarette, took out a black pistol from his waist, pulled the trigger, and a flame spurted out from the muzzle. It turned out that the one who scared Li Gen's courage was a lighter.

"Thank you." Fu Ping'an said.

The bald man smiled: "I have to thank you. I was a little scared just now. I really couldn't get a bargain when I was having sex. I drank a lot of wine every night and had a big health care every night. That kid must be two meters tall, right? It looks like he is playing basketball. He was seventeen or eighteen years old at the age of the best physical fitness, and he was the most dull and desperate age. Maybe he was carrying a guy in his waist. He really stabbed me and was a little bit in the hospital. My status in the world would hit the limit."

Fu Ping'an secretly was glad that he did not dare to interrupt the matters about the world, so he asked, "Brother, what's going on with Sister Qian to me? The song ordering machine is broken?"

The bald man said, "Repair the computer, your sister Qian's computer can't be accessed online anymore, so she asked you to repair it."

A sentence came to Fu Ping'an's mind: "If the computer is well repaired, good people will live long."

The Hummer drove to a building similar to the Arc de Triomphe, and there were security guards hanging on both sides saluting. It turned out that this was the gate of a high-end community. Fu Ping'an's home was an old building in the 1980s. In his simple social relationship, relatives and friends also lived in similar old houses. This was the first time that this brand new high-end luxury commercial housing community was entered.

This community is so rich. Under the lights, the tiles on the floor are all colorful. The garden carries large patches of purple lavender, gurgling fountains, and the marble sculptures are vivid and full of French style. There are signs on the side of each building, indicating that this is the number of buildings in the Provence Garden.

Fu Ping'an yearned for it. He used the balcony as his bedroom and had an extremely strong desire for a spacious house. However, when he thought of his economic level, he could only afford the house here in at least ten years, so he couldn't help but complain: How could lavender bloom in the winter? It's too vulgar.

Sister Qian’s home is in a unit in Building 8. Bald man stopped the car. Fu Ping’an suddenly remembered: “No, I didn’t bring any tools.”

"It's all at home, just take people." The bald man pressed the doorbell of the unit door. After a while, the door opened. The door of the 101 family on the first floor was also opened. Sister Qian's voice came from inside: "Take your slippers in the shoe cabinet."

The bald man shouted: "Little Fu is here, there is something else in the store, I'll go back first."

"Okay, you drive slowly."

Fu Ping'an entered the door and took out a pair of slippers to change. He hadn't changed his socks for several days, and his torn sneakers were even more stinky. He was placed on the floor mat and was incompatible with the gorgeously decorated room. Fortunately, the cotton slippers were very closed and the odor of feet did not spread.

Sister Qian was cleaning. She was wearing a cotton home clothes with cartoon patterns printed on it. Her hair was casually squinted, looking like a kind and beautiful sister next door. The furniture in the room was intricate and exquisite imitation of European court style. The floor was waxed and shiny. The room was full of heating. It was more than 20 degrees like spring. She couldn't wear down jackets, but she was embarrassed to take them off because the sweater inside was threaded. This dress was woven by Fu Dongmei for Fan Dong back then.

"I took off my coat, there were fruits and cigarettes on the table. I'll wash my clothes first." Sister Qian said, walked into the bathroom and stuffed a lot of dirty clothes into the washing machine. Fu Ping'an sat here very restrainedly, admiring the furnishings implicitly, and secretly wondering when she would live in such a big house.

Sister Qian turned on the washing machine and came back to greet Fu Ping'an. She brought him a can of Coke and handed him a cigarette. Fu Ping'an said no, I will check the computer first.

"Okay, come with me." Sister Qian pulled her slippers and walked into the study. On the huge mahogany desk was a computer, a large LCD screen, Iron General's case, a professional double flying swallow game keyboard, and an optical mouse. You don't need to open the explorer to know that the configuration must be very high.

"It's impossible to turn on the computer, and it's called as soon as it is turned on." Sister Qian said, there was a huge crystal ashtray on the desk, which could almost be used for soup. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts. Sister Qian must be smoking when operating the computer.

There is also a tool kit on the table, with everything, even pliers to make rj45 crystal heads. Fu Ping'an took a small plum blossom screwdriver and opened the cover of the chassis. He had guessed the problem. The chassis was placed next to his feet and was easy to kick. He smoked all year round and the windows were not closed. The poor air quality in Huaimen was probably caused by being too dirty.

When I opened the lid, I saw that it was true that the dust accumulated and the memory stick was loose. Clean up the dust, plug the memory stick tightly, and then turn on the computer.

"You are such a master." Sister Qian said happily, "Help me take a look inside, it's stuck, it's so slow to play games."

Fu Ping'an checked and found that the configuration of this machine is indeed very high, but the software is a mess. There are three or four antivirus software installed, and they resist each other and attack each other. It would be strange if they don’t get stuck. There is even more garbage in the system. It’s a pediatric department for Fu Ping'an. He cleaned up the garbage in the system, uninstalled the excess antivirus software, and killed the poison. It was amazing. This computer has become a Trojan base camp and a virus distribution center.

"Sister Qian, your computer is poisoned, at least a dozen. I'll kill you all. The operation speed will be faster in the future. I'll help you adjust the settings." Fu Ping'an restarted and entered the bios interface, and operated skillfully. Sister Qian was stunned when she saw the blue all-English interface. She was impressed by Fu Ping'an's superb skills, although these are the most basic common sense.

"Done, you can try it." Fu Ping'an finally finished it and gave up the seat.

Sister Qian started to operate it, and it was indeed smooth and smooth. She was overjoyed and said, "I won't get stuck playing with Warcraft in the future."

"You play with monsters." Fu Ping'an seemed to have discovered a gold mine.

"You are playing too?" Sister Qian found the organization like a soldier who fell behind.

"Let's play." Fu Ping'an continued, and the relationship between the two seemed to be getting closer quickly, from temporary employment to comrade-in-arms. He talked about the game topic from all over the world, and talked about the bronze beard gate incident in the past two years from "For the Tribe" to the Bronze Beard Gate incident in the past two years. Fu Ping'an discovered that this high-ranking sister in the world was actually very gossipy and childlike, but she was really playing.

"Don't mention it, I've been abused all the time. I finally practiced a large number and was stolen by someone." Sister Qian mentioned the sad past, and was indignant, and turned into Meng Jiangnu for a while. "If I get so good one day, I won't let anyone go."

Fu Ping'an was waiting for this sentence: "Sister Qian, if you don't change to a private server, you will definitely be the most powerful one in the entire server."

"How to do it?" Sister Qian was very interested.

...

When Fu Ping'an was repairing the computer, Li Gen had already left the Internet cafe. Several people sat in a private room in another Internet cafe to discuss countermeasures. At this moment, his arrogance and arrogance came back. Li Gen called his father's driver, Uncle Zhang, to inquire about the background of bald man. Uncle Zhang is said to have been accustomed to the past, and he was a loud figure on the way, but Jin Basin washed his hands. Uncle Zhang said on the phone that the person who had a conflict with you was nicknamed Basil. He was one of the four tigers of Huaimen in his early years and was famous for his ruthlessness. He had been in for five years for intentional injury. This guy has a grudge. No matter who is opposite, he put down a brick and then picked the tendons. It was not enough to finish it. He had to cut off a section. If you were to pick it up, he would be a cripple.

"Xiaogen, please find out what this person is doing. Don't mess with such people if you have nothing to do. We are people with identities and don't mess with this kind of mud." Uncle Zhang advised, "Your dad is almost over. I should go over and pick him up, and I'll talk about it later."

When the phone hung up, Li Gen was excited, and was afraid of being mixed with excitement. He calmed down and deduced the scene just now. He lost the fight. At this moment, he was afraid that he had already lying on the hospital operating table to catch his feet. He was afraid that he would never be able to play basketball again. He would be limping in the future and find a partner. Of course, if he won, he would also say that he would go to the police station and be expelled from the school. My father had the ability to handle it. Even if he was ruined, his father could still settle it.
Chapter completed!