The war is imminent.

A hypocritical man was nestled in the leather chair behind the huge desk, and his long hands knocked his fingers on the table.

A bench sitting in a slanted position, his legs hitting each other with fingers.

The four slightly frowning eyes tried each other and tried to shock each other on the psychological level.

It's just a bully who bullies the weak and fears the strong, and a farmer who is unwilling to surrender.

However, the ideology of both sides has been raised to the level of state.

After all, the reckless fighting in the streets and alleys or on the mountains and fields is gone forever.

Violence is not worth the loss for meager benefits. If you lose, you are hospitalized, and if you win, you go to jail.

As a result, violence had to be transferred into unknown underground, and the competition of strength in the rear was everywhere.

A famous family is better than a gang, and gangs lay their tiny roots into the people.

The reputation of Tai Chi will definitely completely shock the little Qinglong.

However, one side's forbearance was forced to go out of control.

"The fight here is only within this door, right?"

"Yes, this is exactly the way to test the background and strength of modern businessmen." Huang said. "It has been more than ten years since I have not moved my muscles and bones. Your eyes suddenly make me miss the group fights when I was young."

Brother Huang jumped over the huge desk, and the moment he landed on the ground, he sprained his osteoporous feet.

Duan Yi just stood up.

Brother Huang screamed.

"Are you going to fight?" Duan Yi asked. He couldn't take action first. It might be really effective to take action first, but he couldn't do it when he was good at tolerance.

Brother Huang hit a rough straight punch, swaying his hands that were repeatedly lost. His rough and fearless heart was still there, but his skills remained at the sway of the young and dandy who were full of flaws.

Duan Yi gently pulled him, and Huangdi had already fallen to the ground.

This process, including Duan Yi, was not expected to be so fast.

Brother Huang fell heavily, and his osteoporotic body was in a very painful state.

"I despise the most for bullying the weak." Duan Yi said, "You are so bluffing, but you are everywhere."

"Brother, you can keep your farm." said Huang Di, who was lying on the ground.

"That's not a farm, I'm not a landlord in the feudal era." Duan Yi said. "That's just a desperate farmer who supports his family."

"That's right, that's right." Huang said. "It's just a three-part land."

"From now on, you can dig and transport earth, provide raw materials, and invest in entertainment." Duan Yi said. "But you must return a piece of pure land in Ye Town, which must be fair price, and you must not exclude peers or force transactions."

"Brother, I can get a share of your pie."

"You can't get it." Duan Yi turned around and left. "Be sure to keep your duty."

Duan Yi remembered that year of junior high school, when the underworld thoughts prevailed on campus.

The prevailing underworld thoughts cannot be controlled by a weak person.

That year, in the dormitory by the mountain, a fourteen-year-old boy was woken up from his sleep, and a long white and bright watermelon knife hung on his neck.

"Do you know what this is?" The young robber's awkward lines deeply frightened the tender heart.

Thinking of the twenty yuan that year that he was touched away, Duan Yi suddenly turned around.

The rotating rear bounce legs make the solid wooden door fall down in response to the sound.

In the back mountain, beside the watchtower near the river, the simple back of the young woman hurts her dream of returning to the 14-year-old heart of the boy.

"Your husband is a gangster," Duan Yi said. "You are still a disgusting old gangster."

Xiao Ling turned around, and her smile was not affected by any emotion, which attracted the soul.

"I know this." Xiao Ling said. "I was also a little wet girl back then. I only blamed the actors of the young and gangster movies in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and there were too many handsome men and beautiful women."

"You have always been the goddess in my heart." Duan Yi said. "When the love first began, the inner gap caused by having fantasies about the opposite sex all the time, happened to be filled with your image. Hell, how can you be so charming!"

"I have always been curious about reading geniuses." Xiao Ling said. "You speak like a movie that makes me want to laugh. The feeling it sounds more exciting than what it expresses."

"I beat your old gangster in front of me."

"What a poor old man! You can take the opportunity to bully his wife." Xiao Ling's seductive smile remained, and her tender little hands were placed on his solid shoulders.

The face is so close that it is beautiful and scented, and a strange fragrance that has never been experienced before comes to your nose.

His heartbeat was accelerating, and it was really wonderful.

It’s really damn, what force is pulling him away from his first love that has been brewing from his 14th year!
Chapter completed!